by Cora Cade
After the first few controlled strokes, he shortened them, barely entering her. With these shallow strokes she began to whimper and mewl against the comforter.
“Tell me, Tenn.”
“More. Noah, more.”
Her hands clutched at the covers before she lowered her upper body to the bed. Pushing her body back, she began to rock against him, seeking a fuller, deeper contact. He plunged forward, setting a furious pace of deep thrusts. She met them with a push-back of her body, creating a pounding rhythm that was going to send him over the edge in seconds.
Tenn’s fingers circled his cock as he thrust and she stilled her movements. Her hand retreated and he knew she was working her clit to find release. He pulled out, teasing her with his wet cock against her fingers and clit, offering moisture to encourage her release. She gave a ragged moan in response.
Entering her again, he increased the pace and was fighting off his orgasm in moments. “Tenn, honey, I’m close. I need you to come now.”
Another moan ripped from her throat and he felt her tighten around his cock. He was a goner. His release ripped through him and he jerked blindly as his body tensed for the final onslaught.
He was coming, and she was suddenly coming with him. They both tumbled over the edge and collapsed on the bed, spent and blissfully happy.
“Now, about these wedding plans.” She turned and laid a hand to his still-pounding heart with a wicked a grin. “First, I have a few more fantasies I’d like to work on.”
Noah’s only fantasy was to spend every morning in this woman’s arms.
About the Author
Nestled away in a small town in Ohio, Cora Cade spends her days adding steamy books to her library, snuggling with her four rotten dogs, and debating the finer points of life with the dear husband.
When she’s not tucked away with a book you can find her tapping away on her laptop. With coffee. And music.
You can find Cora online at www.coracade.com or chat with her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/CoraCade.
Fate has a way of rearranging everything…
Twisted in Tulips
© 2012 Nikki Duncan
Tulle and Tulips, Book 2
After months of just getting by on military disability pay, Jace Nichols is going for his dream job in Miami. Until he stops to rescue a woman under attack. Thanks to his deeply ingrained sense of duty, he misses his one-shot-only interview—for a woman who seems more grateful he saved her way-too-sexy shoes than her life.
No one knows better than Misty Morgan that everyone is fighting some kind of battle. Hers is against her snobby family, who look down on her chosen profession as a wedding floral coordinator. Behind Jace’s surly exterior she senses wounds that run deeper than a missing arm.
When Jace spots Misty fending off yet another fawning male. he’s not sure what makes his control snap. The fact that she insists on wearing her skirts too short, or the fact he can’t resist kissing her.
Best to get it over with and give in to one crazy night that should get her out of his system. Instead he finds himself with more second chances than he can shake his steel hook at—if he can find room in his wounded heart for love.
Warning: This title contains a jaded hero and an independent heroine who find that when push comes to push-back, an argument is the quickest route to steamy sex.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Twisted in Tulips:
Jace nursed the beer he’d ordered for another hour and thirty-three minutes. Kyle had left quickly after realizing Jace wasn’t interested in conversation, but the talking armpit of Misty’s date continued to miss the clues of her disinterest.
The longer they sat, the more she glanced in the mirror, occasionally meeting Jace’s gaze. The more she fiddled with the drink she wasn’t drinking and studied the grain of the wooden bar. The more she shifted away, millimeter by millimeter.
Every shift flexed and released the fine muscles in her legs. The more Jace watched those long, lean legs the more clearly he saw her naked except for her stilettos with those legs wrapped around his waist. Her back, held erect in refined posture, would curve as she arched in orgasm.
Her taste, peaches and margarita, lingered on his tongue.
The training drilled into him after years of service kept him from shifting in his seat, but the erection pressing against his zipper increased the challenge. The bigger challenge was stopping himself from crossing the bar a second time.
Misty shifted again. Her skirt slipped a little higher on her thigh.
Jace’s dick twitched. He dropped a shaking hand to his crotch, flattened his palm on his cock and pressed.
Across the bar, Misty flattened a hand on her thigh and rubbed her bare skin.
Rather than ease any tension, the pressure of his hand, the imagined pressure of hers, amped up his arousal. His balls drew tight and without touching the woman haunting him, fully clothed and in a public place, he lingered on the precipice of release.
Before shaming himself, he slid his hand to the middle of his thigh and dug his fingers in until his muscles bellowed with pain. His hunger inched back, not much, but enough for control to slip back to the forefront.
Twenty-eight more minutes passed with him fighting for control when Armpit finally paid the tab and escorted Misty to the door. Not caring if he was obvious, Jace threw some bills on the table and followed.
Whatever it was about the woman he’d rescued that called to him—he’d identify it later—he couldn’t let her walk away and risk never seeing her again. She interested him beyond the desire for sex.
She spoke to him the same as she’d speak to anyone, as if she hadn’t been scared by his arm. Or didn’t care.
Rather than taking a car, Armpit and Misty walked along the sidewalk, close but not intimately close. Satisfaction twitched the muscle between Jace’s nose and upper lip on the left side. She wouldn’t be inviting him over for a nightcap.
After a few blocks, they turned down a side street and stopped shortly at the gate of a small courtyard shared by six town homes. The place was secured with a coded keypad on the gate. Beyond was an immaculately manicured lawn with lights hidden in the foliage that offered a well-lit security among the beauty of the garden.
Fading into the shadows across the street, Jace watched as Misty hugged Armpit goodnight and keyed her code into the gate. He couldn’t see the numbers from his position, but her finger strokes were enough for him to figure it out.
When Armpit had turned the corner at the end of the street and Misty had let herself into the corner home, Jace crossed the street and entered her gate code. Moving like he belonged there, he approached the door that stood between him and the woman of his desires. He rapped twice.
“One minute.” Her muffled call came out husky and a little breathy through the wooden panel. When she opened the door her burgundy suit jacket hung open, a lace-edged camisole in the same color peeked out.
His blood surged with heat.
“What are you doing here? How’d you get through the gate? Did you follow me?”
Driven by instinct, Jace stepped inside, grabbed her hips and backed her to the entryway wall. His mouth descended to hers. His tongue plunged into her warmth.
Misty’s hands gripped his shoulders. Her body arched against his. She mumbled against his lips. “The door’s still open.”
Taking her response as acceptance, he stretched a booted foot behind him and nudged the door closed. No longer caring about her nakedness, at least not for the first time, Jace hitched her skirt to her waist. She released him long enough to take off her thong while he stripped off his boots and jeans and pulled a condom from his wallet.
“You’re prepared.”
“A military man always is.”
“Because you have a woman in every port?”
“Some do. I didn’t.” He eased her jacket off so she stood before him in only her satin and lace camisole and stilettos. From her pale brown eyes to her swollen lips, her fist-sized pe
rky boobs with erect nipples, to the tips of her stilettos the woman was walking sex. And she was his for the night. “Now stop talking.”
“Make me.”
Morning Light
Cora Cade
His toughest battle is ahead—the battle for one woman’s heart.
A Day of Pleasure, Book 1
During Noah Harper’s ten years as an Army Ranger, Tennyson Sharpe’s letters were his lifeline. With each mail call, the bright and vibrant girl of his youth slowly became the woman of his dreams.
Now he’s home—and he’s in hell. The problem? Tenn is his little brother’s best friend. Claiming her risks all kinds of collateral damage.
Tenn is getting nervous. Since Noah came home, they’ve been circling each other, neither willing to risk the status quo. It’s time to kick things up a notch and make a play for the man she’s loved since she was sixteen—before someone else does.
Dressing to impress works better than she could have dreamed. After a scorching interlude leads to a steamy morning wrapped in each other’s arms, reality comes crashing down. Shining a devastating light on Tenn’s deepest fears…and forcing Noah into scramble mode to convince her forever was always on his mind.
Warning: This book contains some serious foreplay in the great outdoors; stand-up sex with a hot, stand-up guy; and a wounded Army Ranger who’s determined to leave no heart behind—especially the one belonging to the girl of his dreams.
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Morning Light
Copyright © 2013 by Cora Cade
ISBN: 978-1-61921-537-5
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