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Sunday, 16 March 2014

#SexySnippets - The Wolf on the Run


I'm feeling nostalgic for my wolfies today. My #SexySnippet is from The Wolf on the Run, book two in my series, The Wild Irish Wolves.




'Rory led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.
The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.
He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.

Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.'

Blurb:


Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including feisty Naomi. How can
 he get close when she's intent on facing her demons alone?
As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills' pack, being a protector is in Rory
Blake's DNA.
When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory's natural instinct was
 to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has
ensured they've never been anything more than friends.
Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for
 a fling. However, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person
she trusts with her life.
Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it's all too easy to
 forget the danger lurking in the hills.
Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them
 apart?

Buy Links: 

Totally Bound, Amazon, All Romance

Don't forget to check out the rest of the #SexySnippets over at The Nuthouse Scribblers Blog!

Sunday, 9 March 2014

New Release! - L M Somerton - Rasputin's Kiss

I'm excited to have the wonderful L M Somerton today, with a teaser from Rasputin's Kiss :)

Hi Jorja,

Thanks so much for having me on your blog to talk about my latest release, Rasputin’s Kiss. Even though I’ve published several other books, this was actually the first story I ever wrote, so it’s very close to my heart.

“I herewith list a few of the devices which no self-respecting detective story writer will now avail himself of. They have been employed too often, and are familiar to all true lovers of literary crime. To use them is a confession of the author's ineptitude and lack of originality. (a) Determining the identity of the culprit by comparing the butt of a cigarette left at the scene of the crime with the brand smoked by a suspect. (b) The bogus spiritualistic seance to frighten the culprit into giving himself away. (c) Forged fingerprints. (d) The dummy-figure alibi. (e) The dog that does not bark and thereby reveals the fact that the intruder is familiar. (f)The final pinning of the crime on a twin, or a relative who looks exactly like the suspected, but innocent, person. (g) The hypodermic syringe and the knockout drops. (h) The commission of the murder in a locked room after the police have actually broken in. (i) The word association test for guilt. (j) The cipher, or code letter, which is eventually unraveled by the sleuth.”

This list was written in 1928 and I’m happy to say that Rasputin’s Kiss does not fall into any of these traps J. Of course it’s primarily a gay bdsm romance and a detective story second, but falling in to the cliché mire holds true of both genres. Weaving the two together was a challenge and I really hope that readers enjoy the result. Here’s an intro and a little snippet to tempt you…

Investigating Love - Series Blurb

Being thrown together in extreme circumstances is not the best foundation for a relationship. Alex and Conor must juggle the demands of their jobs as police detectives with their personal lives. With Alex as demanding in the bedroom as he is at work, will Conor be able to accept that submission is not weakness.
Finding out will be the most important investigation of their lives.

Rasputin’s Kiss - Book Blurb:

Rasputin’s kiss is lethal. He’s a ghost – killing and disappearing into the night. With few leads and four bodies on his conscience, Detective Inspector Alex Courtney and his team are running on empty and it’s only a matter of time before Rasputin strikes again.
When Alex recruits a young detective to play the part of his boyfriend and provide a tempting target for a killer, he knows he is taking a huge risk. He doesn’t expect Conor Trethuan to be a perfect potential submissive. When their mutual attraction becomes more, Alex has to face the conflict between his possessive instincts and the need to push his young lover into danger.
Investigating their feelings has to come second to investigating the case. There’s no time to decide if what they feel for each other is real. With Rasputin closing in, they may not live to find out.



Excerpt:

They walked in companionable silence to a small Italian restaurant just around the corner from the station and sat at a table next to the window. The whole place was a cliché, with red and white checked tablecloths, candles in old Chianti bottles coated with solidified drips of wax and laminated menus that had seen better days. The atmosphere was warm and friendly, though, and the whole place smelt of herbs and spices.
A short, rotund man bustled over and greeted Alex like a long-lost member of his family. After effusive introductions that seemed to include most of the staff and half the customers in the restaurant, fresh bread with aromatic olive oil was left to tide them over while their food was prepared. Alex ordered for both of them, watching Conor as he did. The overt act of dominance made Conor smile wryly. He wondered if Alex had expected him to be annoyed. A brief look of satisfaction crossed Alex’s face and that gave Conor his answer. Conor dipped a piece of warm bread in oil and held it to his mouth, allowing the slick liquid to spread across his lips. He took a bite then slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip, chasing a stray drop of oil. Alex’s eyes widened and a hint of colour bloomed on his cheeks. Conor smiled innocently.

I think I have a wolf in sheep’s clothing here, Alex thought to himself. Well, an enthusiastic pup anyway. He could imagine smearing that oil in all kinds of interesting places. It was a delight to watch Conor eat. He twirled his linguine expertly, complimented the chef politely and smiled shyly at the waitress who couldn’t take her eyes off him. He didn’t encourage her any more, though, and Alex was secretly pleased about that. He bristled at the sight of other people casting flirtatious looks at Conor. Unfortunately that seemed to happen when anyone noticed him. Conor drew admiring glances from every woman in the place, and jealous ones from the men they were with. Alex wanted to growl at them, make it clear that Conor was not available, and maybe put a paper bag over Conor’s head so that everyone would stop lusting after him. Still Conor seemed comfortable in his company and was attentive. He wasn’t distracted by any of the attention—in fact he seemed completely oblivious to it.
An hour, and a pleasantly full stomach, later Alex decided it was time to let his latest recruit know what he was really in for. Alex wasn’t looking forward to confessing, but it had to be done. Both he and Conor had stuck to mineral water with their meals so he couldn’t take advantage of senses dulled by alcohol, which might have made things easier. Now they sat with tiny cups of rich, dark espresso in front of them and there were no more excuses or distractions. Alex took a deep breath and tried to focus on what he needed to say. Okay maybe there was still a distraction—a beautiful, dark-haired one sitting just across the table. Alex lost his train of thought as he admired the snug fit of Conor’s shirt, which effectively demonstrated a nicely tapered torso. How did the man manage to make a simple blue shirt look so fucking sexy? Maybe it was the open collar that displayed his graceful neck, or the rolled up sleeves that revealed smooth, toned forearms? The leather strap of his watch could so easily be a cuff, buckled tightly…

© L M Somerton

For the whole of March, there’s a giveaway going on with lots of fun prizes, just click here 

Buy links:

You can buy Rasputin’s Kiss from Totally Bound at:


Or search for the title at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance Café etc. just search for the title.


Author bio:

L M Somerton lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

Links

Twitter: @lmsomerton


Monday, 3 March 2014

Doris O'Connor - New Release! - Through the Dom's Lens

Doris is back with another hot one!


Thanks so much for having me here today. J
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No one knows that more than the hero of my story Through the Dom's Lens. As a photographer he deals with a lot of models, and he'd be the first to admit that industry's ideal of beauty is a size zero.
However, Junsako is looking for a very particular body shape for this photo shoot. I let him tell you in his words what he means.
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"I had very specific terms for this assignment, and none of those models were the body shape I require for this set of pictures. I want to show off the beauty of a woman's body. I want to enhance the soft flesh bound with my ropes. For that I need a real woman—like you." Her soft gasp was music to his ears. "I want to make you fly. To see your skin flushed with arousal and need, to run my hands all over the abundant curves I can see under your dress. With your permission, of course."
****
Now, when Sally turns up at the end of a long day, which meant a fruitless search amongst the usual stick insects sent his way, Junsako can't help but take notice.
Not only is she the exact body shape he's looking for. Sally is also a natural submissive keen to experience a taste of the life style, and he is just the Dom to give her that.
Junsako never gets involved with his models, but for Sally, he changes all his personal rules, and that little thing called love that he doesn't believe in?
Yeah… he might just have to rethink that too.


Blurb:
Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.      

Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?

She'll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.

Excerpt:
"I want you to do something for me, pet. I want you to close your eyes and remember that feeling."
She frowned at him, but her eyes fluttered shut and after a while she smiled.
"Good, you're there in your mind?"
"Yes, Sir, I think so."
"Good girl, now open your eyes and look at the screen again." She tensed immediately and her smile slipped, but she did open her eyes and glanced at the screen. He'd changed the image to a slide of the process of her being bound. The first one showed her stood in front of him, looking nervous as hell, and she tensed even more when she saw it.
"What do you see, pet? Truly look at the picture, past the body, concentrate on your facial expression and remember how you felt."
She bit her lip, and her nose screwed up in concentration, but eventually she answered him.
"I was nervous…" she glanced at him and then continued in a whisper, "and turned on."
"Good girl, now the next picture. What do you see?"
In this shot she was half in her chest harness and blindfold, and Junsako hardened as he, too, remembered the heady thrill of binding her soft flesh in the rope. The picture didn’t do the eroticism of the art justice. In his mind's eye, however, he heard her soft sighs and mewls, he felt the rope slide through his fingers and mark her skin, as she sank further into that blissful state of submission.
Sally remembered it, too, if her increased breathing and the dampness seeping through his sweat pants were any indication. He didn't say anything else, afraid to break the moment, just continued to bring up picture after picture, until she wriggled on his lap, and he was hard enough to pound concrete again.
By the time they were back at the picture he intended to use, tears were falling down Sally's cheeks, but she was smiling this time.
"Thank you, Sir, for helping me remember what it felt like. I still see a fat woman, though. I know I'm not skinny and … oh."
The breath whooshed out of her lungs when he stood up with her and flung her over his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to cross the distance to his bedroom, and Sally shrieked when he threw her on the bed face down.
Before she had even stopped bouncing he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down until her ass hung over the edge with her knees on the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and took a moment to admire the view in front of him. With a flick of the remote he turned on the ceiling spotlights. The soft lighting illuminated Sally's shapely ass. With her legs spread wide, he had a perfect view of her glistening pussy. Her cunt got wetter the longer he just stood there and watched her, and when she tried to push herself up on her elbows he urged her back down on the bed with his hand flat on the small of her back.
"Stay still, pet. It amuses me to watch you like this. You have the most perfect ass, my love. It will look even more beautiful when it's pink from my hand."
Sally whimpered, and more of her juices slipped out of her clenching hole.
"I'm going to spank that ass now, and then I'm going to fuck it.  My little pet will like that, I think. Give me a color, pet."
****
Sally's heart beat so fast in her ears she was sure she'd have fallen to the floor had she not been lying down already. Junsako's dirty words made her so wet her juices were sliding down her inner thighs, and she found it difficult to concentrate on his words.
An open handed spank to her left ass cheek stung, and before she could open her mouth another one followed to the right side this time.
"I asked you a question, pet. What color are you?"
"Gr-green." She murmured the words into the cover, as he dug his fingernails into her tender skin and grabbed a generous handful. That should have mortified her, but somehow it didn't.
"I can't hear you, pet."
His strained voice soothed her concerns. He sounded like a man aroused, and it gave her an enormous thrill that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
"Green, Sir. I'm so green. Please don't stop. I—"
The next spank set her ass on fire and sent her further up the bed, until her hips dug into the edge. It was padded, with little hard nobbles, and just the right height to stimulate her clit, as she discovered with the next few well-placed open handed swats from his hands. He hit a different spot on her ass every time, and with the added stimulation from the torture devices attached to the side, she was close to coming in record time.
Higher and higher she flew until time lost all meaning, and all that mattered was the breathtaking pause before he spanked her again. When he finally stopped heat radiated from her ass all over her body in rolling waves of bliss, and she ground herself against the edge. So close, she was so damn close.
Junsako grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the bed, and Sally whined her protest.
He kissed her shoulder, and chuckled into her neck, as his whole body seemed to engulf her. His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass, and he delivered little bites along her back, parallel to her spine. Every sharp sting made her moan, interspersed as it was by his murmured words.
"So beautiful, my pet. This luscious body belongs to me, and you will not come without my permission, will you, pet?"

Available from Evernight Publishing. For all other buy links, please click here.
Check out a Bonus Scene from this story here on my blog.

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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Monday, 24 February 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Hands of Fate


Every Tuesday a bunch of talented writers choose a picture that inspires them to write a 200 word teaser. Check them out here.


Picture Source Unknown

Hands of Fate


The edge of the dresser dug into Izzy's thighs with every thrust. She didn't care. Reuben was driving her straight to heaven with each powerful stroke of his cock. 

One night stands weren't usually her style, but from the moment he'd walked into her life they'd had an unmistakable connection. His line about knowing her all her life might've sounded corny, but now she knew it was the truth. She felt complete with him inside her.

His breath was hot in her ear, his fingers rough on her skin, as they rode the crest of ecstasy together.

"Are you sure this is okay?" she asked through panting breath. It was a bit late now to worry about the implications of what they were doing, yet she wanted his assurance he wouldn't get into trouble.

"You worry too much." Reuben kissed her on the lips, his soft touch both reassuring and arousing.

"Isn't that why you're here?" He'd told her from the beginning he'd come to help her find peace of mind.

"As your Guardian Angel I'm appointing myself charge of your mental AND physical welfare." He resumed his duties without further delay.

Who was she to argue with divine intervention?

Monday, 17 February 2014

Cover Reveal!! - C.A Szarek

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Cover Reveal
Calculated Collision – by C.A. Szarek

Book 3 in Crossing Forces Series


Synopsis:

Special Agent Lee Dawson has secrets. Secrets that forced her from Dallas to New York City in disgrace two years ago.
Dallas County Assistant District Attorney, Nate Crane, visits New York and witnesses the brutal murder of a friend. When Lee is assigned to the investigation, her personal and professional life collides. She can’t avoid the man she ditched six months ago.
She’s the one Nate can’t stop thinking about. The one he let get away. He’s determined to get her back, no matter what she thinks she wants. Being a witness in her case puts them close—and Nate intends to keep it that way.
After Nate’s attacked at a safe house, Lee knows there’s a leak – a dirty FBI agent working with the human trafficker her unit has been hunting for years.
Can Lee protect her witness and resist the heat between them or will she succumb to her desires and throw them both into danger?

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About The Author:

C.A. is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She is married and has a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. She works with kids when she’s not writing. She’s always wanted to be a writer and is overjoyed to share her stories with the world.

Social Links:

Facebook Author Page:  https://www.facebook.com/caszarek
Twitter: @caszarek

Other Books in Crossing Forces series:


Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Naughty Fairy Tales - Blind Beauty - Elyzabeth M. Valey

Today I have fellow Evernight author, Elyzabeth M. Valey, and a v. interesting interview...


Blind Beauty (Witches’ Mischief Series 2) Promo Packet 4
Thank you for having me!
Hello everyone! I’m here today with two guests that play an important part in Blind Beauty: Deidre and Mortimer Brandywine. I tried to reach the protagonists, James and Richard, but both men seem to be occupied at more pleasurable activities and have not answered my notes.
Fortunately, Morti, who’s Richard’s step-brother and his lovely wife have offered to answer some questions regarding the men.

Welcome and thank you for doing this Deidre and Morti.
“You’re welcome.”

You both know Richard, as he’s your step-brother, Morti, but, please tell us, how did you meet James?
M: We found him wandering near our home during a snowstorm. He was going around in circles with his horse. Deidre noticed him first.
Deirde nods enthusiastically.
D: “Yes, it was impossible not to notice. The lad was wearing a great coat but there was something about him… exotic. Don’t you think Morti?”
The couple shares a knowing glance and Deidre’s cheeks flush profusely.  

Ahem, so I take it you invited him inside and then what happened?
M: “That’s kind of private.”
D: “We warmed him up.”

Deidre bursts out laughing and I raise my eyebrows in question. Morti clears his throat loudly and shifts in his seat.

Why was he lost in the forest? I ask, quickly changing topics.
M: “Ah, he was on his way to his new home. He’s bought a house in the outskirts of the forest. He,” Morti pauses. “He had trouble with his family back home.”

What sort of trouble?
M: “Well, it seems he was called some things--”
“They called him ugly!” Deidre jumps in, gesticulating wildly. “Can you imagine? James Macintosh ugly?”

He’s not?
The couple glare at me.
D: “Of course, not. He’s the sweetest looking thing you’ll ever set eyes on. His hair is spun gold, his eyes blue as a midsummer sky, his lips plump and sweet as honey, and he’s hard in all the right places.” Deidre chuckles and winks.
M: “He’s definitely something special,” Morti agrees. “He’s very enthusiastic.”

The glimpse of a smile appears on Morti’s face, and he seems distant for an instant, as if remembering something pleasant.

You’re happy that he’s with your brother?
M: “Happy? We’re very happy. We’re so excited for them. Even if society frowns upon that sort of thing in this day and age, everyone should be free to love whomever they please.”

Deidre nods. I notice her squeeze her husband’s hand.  
So, tell me about your brother, Richard, what’s he like?
D: “Oh, Richard is such a looker,” Deidre sighs dreamily. Catching her husband’s disapproving glare, she straightens her posture and gives me a nervous smile. “Of course, Morti is the handsomer of the two, but Richard is quite the looker. He’s a carpenter, you know? So he’s spent a lot of time cutting down trees and carving them and making beautiful things out of them.”

How about his character?
Morti frowns. “Richard has a nose for trouble. Always has, and well, the things he and James have had to go through just goes to show. Richard wouldn’t have ended with those thieves if he—“
D: “Morti, don’t start with that again.”
M: “All right, all right. Richard is a good man, a very good man. If he sees someone in need he’ll go out of his way to help, but sometimes, precisely because of this, he can be a bit naïve and get into a load of trouble.”
D: “It’s true. That thing in the village—“ Deidre drops her gaze. “At least, everything got sorted.”
M: “Yes, yes, it did.” Morti smiled at Deidre. “Do you need anything else, Elyzabeth?”

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you Morti and Deidre.”
M: “Thank you. I hope everyone enjoys learning James and Richard’s story. They deserve happiness.”

Blurb:
James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.
Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength.  Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.
Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?

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Author Bio:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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Excerpt:

He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.
“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.
“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”
Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver.
“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”
James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.
“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.
Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.
What would it feel like?

Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.