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Before you rush off to do just that, check out Lorraine Nelson's new release. Who can resist a sexy Cowboy?
Cameron Manning has never forgotten his first love. Of Irish
descent, he met red-haired, fiery tempered Lacey Kerrigan in England, but her
family returns to Ireland unexpectedly and they haven’t any means of contact.
He finds her and receives the surprise of his life.
Lacey is thrilled to see Cameron, but is afraid of being
hurt again. She keeps her distance and rebuffs his advances while he’s in
Ireland, certain that a long distance affair will never work. But when tickets
arrive for her to visit his home in Canada, she realizes his love is true and
is willing to give them a second chance.
Fate intervenes when they find a murdered man on Cameron’s
back deck. All evidence points to Cameron as the killer. Can their reawakened
love survive the stress of a murder investigation? Or will it be the catalyst
that drives them apart forever?
Excerpt:
Cameron’s room faced the back of the property, the only light coming
from the full moon as it made its assent. Her body immersed in the silvery
rays, she appeared almost incandescent, as if lit by an inner glow.
Lacey reached to pull her sweater over her head, but he stalled her
with a hand on her arm. “Allow me.”
He cradled her in his arms for a moment, relishing in the delight of
having her near. Then he kissed her again, reawaking the passion that was
forever lurking beneath the surface. As they kissed, he worked his hands up
under her sweater, locating her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze before
cupping them lightly and running his thumbs over the turgid tips. She thrust
out her chest, pushing against his hands, wanting more, and he gave it to her.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into position in front of
him, then pushed her sweater up and over her head. “So beautiful,” he mouthed
against her skin as he lavished kisses all over. He suckled one nipple while
massaging the other, squeezing and rubbing it between thumb and forefinger
before switching sides. Her hands tangled in his hair as she held him tight and
arched against him.
He couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted like creamed honey, so sweet
that he had to taste his fill even as one hand wandered down to cup her
delicate mound through her jeans. Lacey reached to undo the snap and zip,
pushing the material down over her hips. He stood and laid her down on the bed
to pull them off the rest of the way. Down on his knees, he kissed her belly,
then parted her curls to delve into her warmth.
She was wet for him, her honey-sweet juices hot on his tongue as he
laved her clit and dipped it inside, causing her back to arch off the bed. He
settled her legs over his shoulders and suckled to his heart’s content as she
writhed and moaned in pleasure. Only when she’d climaxed did he release his
hold and rise to stand at the juncture of her thighs, her legs still over his
shoulders and her bottom clear of the bed, as he plunged to the hilt.
Her insides clenched around him at the invasion, then relaxed and he
began to move, in and out in an age-old rhythm to a song only they could hear.
She met his moves, thrust for thrust, their bodies sweat-slicked, their breaths
coming in short, hard gasps as completion neared. Her hands were soft as they
traveled over his skin, played with his nipples and rested on his ass as she
pulled him ever closer…deeper. When he felt her insides clench in readiness, he
reached beneath her and pulled her upper body toward his, capturing her lips in
a mind-blowing kiss as sensation washed over him in waves. Her scream of
pleasure vibrated against his tongue, but was silenced by their kiss as he
continued pumping in and out, draining them both.
Cam lay down beside her, cradling her in his arms. The only
sound in the room was their harsh breaths as they struggled to take in
much-needed air.
Lorraine Nelson – Bio
Lorraine Nelson is a
multi-published author who lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of
Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over
the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one.
“To write romance and romantic
suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid
imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my
children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my
passion for writing.”
Lorraine lives alone with an
independent yet affectionate tomcat, enjoys spending time with her three sons
and six grandchildren. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time
with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.
Lorraine loves to hear from
readers. You can keep up with her releases by visiting the following locations:
Website - http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com
Twitter - https://twitter.com/#!/lornelca
Or email your comments to: lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com
Hi, Doris. Post looks great! Thanks for hosting me today. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're very welcome, Lorraine :-)
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