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This book is Part One of the “Obsessed Bounty Hunter Romance Series”
1. Secrets Revealed
Jacqui Schneider couldn't help it. Every time the memories of her family's brutal murder haunted her, she had to escape. The only thing that could replace her sorrow was sex...and lots of it. And so Jacqui developed a pattern of self-destruction by sleeping with random men that she picked up at a local hotel bar. One day, Uncle Max, an old family friend, appeared. He revealed a secret about her father that would change her life forever.
2. Heart Surrendered
Jaqui thought the training was tough. But keeping her mind concentrated on her task was even tougher after meeting her new trainer. Adam had a rugged handsome face and ripped abs. She hated that Adam was so demanding. Jacqui's boxing technique was never up to his standards. How can she hate someone so much and yet feel such strong attraction? Was he flirting with her while trying to show her the correct stance? If so, the game of seduction was on.
3. Rapid Pulse Bounty
With her new skills fully developed, Jacqui was a confident bounty hunter with a few successful captures under her belt. Things were looking up for her. The only thing missing in her life right now was Adam. She hadn't seen him since before her first successful mission. He had left before she could show off her triumph. Jacqui admitted to herself that she was in love with a man who belonged to someone else.
Secrets Revealed
Obsessed Bounty Hunter Romance Series
Book 1
© Revelry Publishing 2014
By Carla Coxwell
JACQUI SCHNEIDER awoke with a sudden start, the unfamiliarity of her surroundings sending waves of panic sweeping all through her body. Her head whipped frantically from side to side as her eyes swept across the shadowy interior.
She could see the white sheer curtain drawn across the glass window. The sky outside the window had a purplish hue, indicating the first blush of dawn. A console table just below the window held a tray with a thermos bottle and a cup and saucer set neatly stacked beside it. A beige telephone and a digital clock with the time displayed as 4:27 a.m. rested on the other side of the console table. She recognized her clothes as they lay strewn on the floor. Her high-heeled shoes and purse lay in a pile near the door.
She was in a hotel room. As awareness took over, Jacqui was glad her sudden movement did not disturb the sleeping form beside her. She glanced at the figure snoring softly and saw his hand reach out for her. He stirred, breathing deeply, and then resumed his sleep. Jacqui hoped he would not notice the empty space beside him as she tiptoed silently out of bed and gathered her clothes from the floor.
Jacqui wanted to leave the hotel before the man woke up. Things were less complicated that way. She couldn’t even remember his name. Was it John… or Jack… or Jim…?
Jacqui didn’t really care. It was strictly sexual. She had no intention of ever seeing him again. He was just a random guy she had picked up in the hotel bar last night. The guys were always the same. Non-threatening, married, from out of town, and only out to have a good time. A few made a play of removing their wedding rings. But Jacqui could always spot the telltale lighter skin tone where the ring used to be.
This suited Jacqui just fine. It wasn’t a good idea to hook up with someone local. She always made sure the guy was at the hotel for a convention, or just an overnight stay. She usually spotted them because of the name tag pinned over their breast pocket. She’d sit in the bar with her drink, until someone struck up a conversation or offered her a drink.
Jacqui was very hard not to notice. She was tall and lithe and had full breasts, milky white skin, and a nice round ass. She had sparkling green eyes, high cheekbones and luscious lips, topped by chestnut brown hair that fell softly to her shoulders; she attracted instant attention. And this guy…Jim…Jacqui suddenly remembered, was no different. He made a beeline for her as soon as he spotted her at the bar.
“Hi, my name’s Jim… I hope you don’t mind the intrusion…” Jacqui remembered him saying. “But it looks like your glass needs a refill.” Jacqui gave him a smile. It was the standard pickup line. He didn’t know she already pegged him through the glass mirrors lining the liquor cabinet of the bar. He was going to be “it” for tonight.
“Are you staying in this hotel?” Jim asked, signaling the bartender for another shot of brandy for her. “No…” Jacqui answered. “Are you waiting for someone…?” Jim asked. Jacqui could read the expectant look in his eyes, and this was usually her cue. If she didn’t like what she saw or if she had second thoughts about her safety, she’d say… “Yes, I’m just waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up…” Or offer some other lame excuse.
But she had liked what she saw. Jim was tall, good-looking and neatly dressed. And he had a ring on his finger. “No…” Jacqui answered and gave him a flirty smile. “My name is Nina…” she added. Yes, she would be a horny Nina tonight, or Glenna, or Linda. It didn’t really matter. She just wanted to get laid. And tonight, Jim was it.
Jacqui could predict how the next hour would play out. Jim will tell her his life story as he kept filling up her glass hoping to get her drunk enough so she would be pliant when he made his move. The thought almost made Jacqui laugh. The poor guy didn’t know that was exactly her plan.
“You’ve hardly told me anything about yourself, Nina…” Jim complained playfully, as his hand dropped down to her knee. “There’s really nothing to tell…I’m just a girl hoping to get lucky tonight…” Jacqui whispered seductively in his ear. His hand moved a little further up her skirt as Jacqui opened her legs a little wider to allow him to feel her crotch through her sheer stockings. Jim’s eyes opened wide in surprise as he felt the heat emanating through the silk.
“Why don’t we finish this conversation upstairs in my room?” Jim asked. Jacqui nodded her head in reply as her bosom heaved in anticipation. This was the reason she was here tonight. This guy, Jim, would make her forget even for just a few hours, those thoughts and images that constantly lurked in her psyche, tormenting her. When they came uninvited, Jacqui knew what would make her forget. Sex.
Jacqui sashayed her way out of the bar ahead of him. She wanted him to see her firm ass, tapered waist, and long slim legs. It was hard to ignore the looks from other men that followed her and this aroused her even more. She ma
de her way out and straight into the banks of elevators. Jim could hardly contain his excitement. His erection was bulging through his pants.
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Jacqui dropped down on her knees and unzipped his pants. She grabbed hold of his cock. She spit down on it as her hands feverishly stroked it. Jim was hardly out of his pants before Jacqui had him inside her mouth. Jim threw back his head in arousal. He was stunned at the ferocity with which Jacqui moved her head back and forth, her saliva leaving his shaft red and glistening. Jacqui toyed with the head of his cock and tasted the sweet dew that signaled that he would cum prematurely if she didn’t slow down.
And Jim didn’t want to cum just yet. He had plans of sucking and tasting every inch of her. He would fuck her hard, until the tension building inside his body became unbearable, and then he would blow his load in her mouth. He pulled her up and began to unhook her bra. Jacqui’s face was wild with anticipation as she shimmied out of her clothes and stockings. A slight sweat broke out in her armpits. Her boobs swelled as Jim groped one breast with his hand and twirled his thumb and forefinger around the sensitive nipple. Using his mouth, he sucked on the other nipple. Jacqui arched her back in pleasure as waves of ice and fire shot straight through to her groin.
Jim continued sucking her breast and nibbling her nipple with his teeth. His other hand traveled down her flat stomach. He stopped just below her mound, feeling the coarse pubes that covered her vagina. Using his fingers to separate the lips, he caressed her clit and discovered just how wet and aroused she was. Jim stroked her clit repeatedly. He slid in another finger, adding pressure with every stroke. He could feel the inner muscles of her vagina tightening each time his hand brushed against her swollen clitoris. Jacqui closed her eyes and moaned her pleasure. Getting fingered felt really good.
But Jacqui knew she wanted more than his fingers. Pulling him along, she lay back against the bed and opened her thighs. Her pussy was slick with her own juice. “Do you like what you see?" she whispered up at him as Jim nodded. “Eat me. Show me what your tongue can do…” she whispered huskily as she caressed herself to arouse him. Jacqui grabbed her knees and spread her legs even wider for him, leaning her head back against the pillow. Her invitation was obvious, insistent.
Jim scrambled up the bed, his erect penis bouncing with the movement. Then he knelt down between her legs, enthralled with the red-hot pussy before him. He lowered his head as his hands separated the lips of her vagina, exposing the engorged clit. He flicked his tongue against it as Jacqui’s body heaved with pleasure. He flicked repeatedly; mesmerized by the guttural sounds emanating from Jacqui’s mouth each time his rough tongue made contact with the sensitive skin.
She began to moan as he went faster and faster until finally she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. Jim positioned himself on top of her. He used his elbows to steady himself as his cock searched for her vagina’s opening. Jacqui savored the feeling of the velvety skin of his cock rubbing against the slick wetness of her clit. Jim rammed himself inside her. And then he drew back until the head of his cock was barely past the opening of her vaginal wall. Then he rammed into her once again, filling her completely.
Jacqui flattened her heels against the hard muscle of Jim’s buttocks, urging him to go faster and faster. She needed him to fuck her hard. It was what drove the demons away. Every thrust made her moan louder and louder. Her pussy was on fire. Tension swept all over her body and gathered within her groin. Unexpectedly, Jim flipped her over. Jacqui buried her face into the pillow. With her ass in the air, he entered her from behind. His hands reached out and groped her nipples. The sensation of his fingers pinching and pulling her nipple while ramming her pussy was too much to bear. She knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. She hoped that Jim was nearly there.
“I’m coming…” Jim grunted in her ear. The words were like fuel that ignited the raging fire from within. She gave in to a powerful orgasm that shook her body as she felt Jim shudder repeatedly behind her. After a couple of seconds, Jim lowered her gently on the bed as he withdrew from her and spooned her from behind. Jacqui got what she had come for. She was exhausted. She closed her eyes as languid exhaustion filled her completely. Sleep came within seconds. A dreamless sleep that held at bay all the horrors that she wanted to forget.
***
Jacqui slid the key into the lock of her single storey house. The whole neighborhood was silent. She was glad no one was around to see her. She didn’t need that kind of talk, especially since….
She glanced at the houses lining the street where she lived. Tall sycamore trees lined the sidewalk like silent sentinels. A child’s red bike leaned haphazardly by the fence railing in one of the houses. A neighbor had left his garden sprinkler on and the water spray hitting the sunlight created a rainbow as it arced across the yard. Three houses down from hers, a teenaged boy riding his bike threw a newspaper that landed on the grass near the porch. A dog could be heard barking in the distance. It was a neighborhood that resembled myriad others all across America.
Jacqui sighed deeply. She was envious of her neighbors. Every night she imagined what it was like to be inside those homes. The warmth of sleeping bodies as they lay in bed, tucked warmly, cozy within the loving embrace of loved ones. Safe and secure.
Except for Jacqui. She hated coming home. And her front yard showed it. Tall weeds and grass covered the yard, badly in need of a trim. Her porch was littered with unread newspapers dating back to three months ago. She had paid the newspaper boy weeks ago and told him to stop coming. But she had never bothered to put away the dailies that now littered her porch. She was afraid to open them. She knew the headlines would just bring her back to those terrifying days.
Of course, she could hire someone to clean up for her. Guilty feelings assailed her because it didn’t use to be this way. She felt embarrassed. But her neighbors seemed to understand. At least no one had complained yet. They were giving her time, she thought. The interior of the house wasn’t so bad except for the accumulation of dust everywhere. Curtains permanently drawn against the windows allowed for very little sunlight as they hung listlessly against the glass panes. But for Jacqui it was a blessing. She didn’t need to see the living room where it had all happened.
She tried calling Mrs. Evans once on the off-chance that she would agree to clean up for her. But instinctively, she knew the cleaning lady would say no. Jacqui couldn’t really blame her. So she left things the way they were three months ago. The Crime Scene Clean-up Crew did a good job of removing the bloodstains. Jacqui was grateful for that. She avoided entering the dark living room or using the kitchen. But dust had a way of seeping through cracks in the floor and had accumulated everywhere. Jacqui didn’t have the will to do anything about it.
Her footsteps echoed across the floor of the empty house as she walked toward her bedroom at the end of the hallway. She pushed open the bedroom door not even bothering to switch on the lights. What for? She knew her way around. Her room was her solace. The familiarity was comforting.
Right now, all she wanted was to take her clothes off and jump into the shower. Thank God she had her own bathroom. One of the perks her parents had gifted her when she decided to stay instead of getting her own place. She would report for work late today, she decided.
Her boss understood her situation and allowed her to come in anytime she wanted to. Heck, he even insisted she take a vacation and reassured her she would still have a job when she got back. Jacqui was grateful but adamant. She needed to fill the hours of her day. That… and she needed the money to survive.
Because of the darkness that surrounded her, Jacqui failed to see the figure watching her silently from the wingback chair pushed carelessly against the wall.
“Hello Jacqui…” the voice greeted her. Jacqui wheeled around in fright, her heart pounding wildly. The figure stood slowly and made its way to the light switch. “Uncle Max…? What…where…oh my God you scared me to death…” Ja
cqui stammered. She wanted to run to him and hug him. He was a familiar figure. A comforting presence. Someone she had known since she was a child. But suddenly, anger replaced the joy she felt in seeing Uncle Max again.
“What are you doing here?” she asked icily. “I came to see how you were doing,” Uncle Max replied with calmness, so typical of the way Jacqui remembered him. “You came to see how I…?” Jacqui repeated as her anger turned to fury. “You didn’t even come to their funeral. You were my dad’s best friend. How could you do that? I called so many times but your phone was disconnected,” Jacqui wailed. Tears of anger and frustration welled up in her eyes. “I couldn’t, Jacqui…I couldn’t afford for the Police and the FBI to make the connection,” Uncle Max explained.
“Connection…? What are you talking about?” Jacqui demanded in an accusing voice. Uncle Max drew a deep breath and replied, “Jac, there are a lot of things you don’t know. But believe me when I say that staying away… not saying goodbye for the last time…that was the hardest thing I ever did.” Jacqui saw Uncle Max struggling to keep his emotions in check. Suddenly all the pent-up tears came rushing out. The intensity caught Jacqui by surprise and knocked the air out of her. Jacqui swayed as Uncle Max reached out to catch her. He held her tenderly as her silent tears gave way to heavy sobs which still did not manage to ease the pain that racked her heart. Incoherent words spewed from her lips as she relived the incident.
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