Blurb
Running from a past that threatens to
haunt her for the rest of her life, Rayne Carrington finds herself in Eden’s
Ridge by chance. She promptly makes the tiny, serene town her home and finally
finds some semblance of peace. Six months later, she encounters a dangerously
alluring stranger, who turns her world upside down with his mere presence. Soon
she is caught in a web of temptation that is too overpowering to deny. But how
does she handle a man who is hell bent on resisting her at all
cost?
Christian Stockwell returned to his
hometown of Eden’s Ridge, to find a beautiful stranger living under his roof. He
is instantly bewitched by her loveliness but he knows that he cannot allow
himself to have her. He struggles to rein in the lust he feels for her but how
long will he be able to resist such sweetness? It won’t be long before he must
surrender to sweet serendipity.
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Story Excerpt
Rinsing off quickly, Rayne reached for her towel as she
stepped out of the shower, toweling the moisture from her hair and skin
vigorously. She wrapped the large, soft towel around her slender body and went
about brushing her teeth. Finally satisfied that she was good and clean, she
reached for the handle of the door and swung it open.
Suddenly she was staring down the barrel of a handgun
and a hard, cold voice grated, “Don’t move, motherfucker.”
The scream that ripped from Rayne’s lungs was almost
deafening, even to her own ears. Terror coursed through her body as she stood
rooted to the spot, clutching the towel to her chest, eyes huge like satellites
in her stricken face, screaming like a banshee.
“What the fuck? Cut it out! Jesus Christ, you could wake
the dead with that thing!”
The sound of the voice coming from behind the gun
brought her screaming to an abrupt halt. The stranger lowered his gun and her
eyes jerked up to meet his. Another jolt of shock ripped through Rayne at the
sight of his face. She was pretty darn sure that she had never seen this man
before. She surely would never forget such a beautiful face.
He had jet black hair, cropped moderately short on his
head, the top slightly higher and arranged in random spikes. His eyes were a
deep blue or rather violet. They were so dark, they appeared almost black. He
sported a five o’clock shadow along his strong jawline that enhanced his rugged
edge, making him look almost too delectable for words. Her breath caught
painfully and she swallowed hard as a totally unexpected yearning swelled in her
nether regions. Strangely, she felt no fear now, but her interest was definitely
piqued. Who was this beautiful stranger and what the hell was he doing
here?
“Okay, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my
house?” he clipped, and Rayne almost smiled at the irony highlighted by his
words—it would seem her stranger could read minds.
“Don’t you think you’re stealing my line?” she asked
sassily when she finally found her voice. “Last I checked you broke into
my house while I was taking a shower in my bathroom!”
Christian’s eyes narrowed slightly and he cocked his
head to one side. “I didn’t break in…I have a key. This. Is. My. House,” he bit
out, annoyance radiating from his every pore.
“There must be some mistake then. Because this is
my house, I’ve lived here for almost six months now,” Rayne told him, her brows
creasing with bewilderment.
Christian
tucked the gun in the back of his jeans and folded his arms. Legs braced apart
and eyes narrowed, he studied her. “Hold on, you trying to tell me you bought my
house? Without me knowing about it? Not possible lady, try again.”
“I didn’t buy it. I have a lease…one year. Well there’s
only about half of that left now but I do plan on renewing it when the time
comes. I have a contract and everything. Feel free to look at it if you want,”
she responded matter-of-factly, folding her arms saucily. “Besides, this can’t
be your house. I leased it from the owner, Isabelle Sutherland.”
Rayne was hard-pressed to note the comedy of the
situation. She was standing in her bathroom doorway, naked beneath the towel
wrapped around her body, her hair dripping rivulets onto the wooden floor and
arguing property rights with a complete stranger who had just pulled a gun on
her. Downright hilarious. “Aunt Belle!” Christian muttered, more to himself than
to her. “Leave it to you to do something like this.” He shook his head in
exasperation.
“You know her?” Rayne asked, her brows knitting
again.
“Like I said, she’s my Aunt Isabelle. My mother’s
younger sister and caretaker of my house,” he responded
drily.
“Oh! Oh wow…” Her eyes popped wide, forming saucers in
her face, and her mouth forming a huge, dubious O. So that would mean she had
leased a house from a woman who was not the actual owner of said house?
Yikes!
It took her several seconds to regain her composure
enough to reply, “I had no idea. I mean she never said anything about…Oh wow!”
Christian folded his arms across his solid chest and he
cocked his head, observing her for a long moment. Rayne tried not to squirm
under his intense scrutiny but she could feel beads of sweat begin to form on
her forehead despite her best efforts.
Finally he extended his hand, giving her a devastating
smile, though it didn’t quite spread to his hard, dark eyes. “Christian
Stockwell. That would make you…?”
“Ah, I’m Rayne…I mean, Mackenzie Carrington. But Rayne
is fine, I prefer Rayne…” She swallowed hard against the lump suddenly forming
in her throat.
Christian’s lips curled in a cocky smile and he gave a
slight nod. “Rayne it is then,” he said slowly, the words rolling off his tongue
in a low seductive drawl. She took his proffered hand, surprised by how large
and strong it was. Long fingers enveloped her much smaller ones, sending an
unfamiliar tingle running up her arm. Startled by the sensation, she quickly
pulled her hand way.
Adult
Excerpt
“Do you want to know how many women I’ve been with,
Rayne?” he asked her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. She
whimpered and looked up at him with wary eyes, shaking her head
slowly.
“Good…’cause I really couldn’t tell you. And that’s
because I have no fucking clue, sweetheart. It would’ve been impossible for me
to keep track of them all.” Christian’s words were deliberately harsh and he was
grimly satisfied when he noted her discomfited wince in response.
He continued, determined to press home his point. “At
the risk of sounding like a total asshole, I’m letting you know that I’ve been
with so many women, I can’t possibly remember all their names or their faces.
Women of all ages and races. Women from all walks of life.” He watched the play
of emotions tarnishing her features as he spoke, satisfied that he was getting
under her skin when she twisted uncomfortably in her seat.
“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for
that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of
experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her
stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so
sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every
guy that crosses my path…”
“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for
that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of
experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her
stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so
sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every
guy that crosses my path…”
Christian pressed a finger to her lips to silence her
flow of venom. “Shhh. Just listen to me. I’m giving you an out here…take it.
I’ve told you before to stay away from me—that was for your own good. If you
take my advice, we can just go on about our business from here, pretending this
morning never happened.”
Rayne’s chin jutted up in defiance and she rose from her
seat so that her luscious body pressed up against his hard muscled frame,
causing his cock to jump with delight. “What if that’s not what I want?” she
whispered, licking her lips. “What if I want you to show me what it’s like to
not be so sweet and innocent?”
Christian squeezed his eyes shut to block out the
tantalizing image of her soft pink tongue wetting those full, perfect lips and
groaned. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he told her through gritted teeth. “’Cause right
now I’m about a heartbeat away from spreading you across this goddamn countertop
and fucking you till you can’t see straight!”
Rayne whimpered softly and her eyes turned to liquid
fire. In one swift motion she stretched up and pressed her lips to his in a hot
openmouthed kiss. Startled, Christian was powerless to resist her. His lips
parted involuntarily and his tongue thrust out to engage in a primitive dance
with hers. Her delicate hands slid around his waist, pulling his hips closer so
that his pulsing, needy cock lodged fully against the jutting mound of her
cleft.
Her dress rode up around her hips as they kissed
ardently, and the heat from her thinly covered sex almost brought him to his
knees. Dragging his lips from hers, he pushed the dress up further so it bunched
around her waist before grabbing her small waist and lifting her up unto the
countertop. “Innocent my ass, you’re a fucking minx!” He growled almost angrily,
planting hot kisses just below her breasts and on her taut stomach. His lips
traveled even further down to where he could smell her potent desire for
him.
Her fingers jammed in his hair and she gripped his head
firmly, writhing with pleasure under his touch. “Oh hell, Christian…God, I need
you!”
Her words fueled the fire coursing through his loins and
he grabbed both her legs, pushing them up until her knees were fully bent and
her feet rested on the counter beside her. Her soaked crotch was now deliciously
spread out before him.
“Fuck, you smell fantastic…goddammit! I bet you taste
like sin.” He growled, then ripped the seat of her panties aside so he could
clasp his mouth over her hot, wet cunt.
“Ahhh…mmm…Oh God!” Rayne’s hands released his head to
grip the edge of the counter, balancing herself as Christian devoured her pussy
like a hungry beast.
He ran his tongue through the slick folds of her cunt,
licking up her leaking juices. He slid his tongue along the slit repeatedly,
back and forth, back and forth until she cried out, hips bucking up to meet his
mouth. His tongue darted inside her opening, undulating briskly before he turned
his attention to her jutting clit. His mouth closed over the nub, sucking hard
and Rayne’s hands immediately came up to clutch his shoulders, fingers sinking
into his flesh as she ground her hips into his mouth.
“Oh God…Oh God…Oh my God! Yes!” she panted.
She leaned back and spread her hands flat on the counter
behind her, opening herself even more to his greedy mouth. Christian reached
between her legs to sink two fingers into her sopping cunt and began to lick her
clit in swift, steady strokes of his tongue while his expert fingers worked her
over.
As the first convulsive clench of her tight pussy walls
gripped his fingers, the doorbell rang. He froze for a fraction of a second,
before continuing to lick at her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her
hole. By the time the bell rang a second time, Rayne’s hips were bucking
uncontrollably, her pussy clenching in vicious spasms as she came with the force
of a fucking freight train on his face.
About the Author
Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife,
mother and teacher are just a few. But the erotic romance writer hat is by far
her favorite. She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her
characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life
in her head every day. She’s been writing down her sweet romances ever since she
was a teenager but in her early twenties, Ms. Belle became interested in erotic
romance novels and her own stories took a turn for the sensual since then.
Kelsie is wildly gregarious by
nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary
romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like
there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to
the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next
adventure.
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