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Winter Solstice Run
#3 (Black Hills Wolves #33)
Patience is a
virtue…a lesson Stephen Dorsett has learned over the years, wooing his mate. He
loves the prickly woman with all his heart, but he’s keeping a secret from
her—one that will soon change the entire dynamic of their relationship.
Kate Matthews has a
secret of her own, but she’s reluctant to share her surprise with Stephen. With
her mate spending too many long hours and late nights at work recently, Kate
begins to second-guess Stephen’s commitment to her.
misunderstanding, fueled by insecurities and doubts, is all it takes to throw
Kate and Stephen off course. Will they allow their secrets to pull them apart,
or make their love stronger?
Kate Matthews gaped at the small,
plastic stick she clutched with a death grip. The frantic drum of her heart
beat against her ribcage while her stomach churned in discord. A swift influx
of panic, elation, disbelief, and fear bombarded her all at once, dragging the
air from her lungs in a noisy whoosh.
Reeling from the revelation, she
stumbled backward to drop onto the toilet lid before her weak knees buckled.
Unfortunately, she miscalculated the distance and fell in between the sink and
toilet with a surprised squeal, landing in a squished heap and banging her head
on the wall in the process. Temporarily rendered stupid, she simply sat there,
wedged in the tiny space, gawking at the little strip of plastic glaring the
truth at her.
“You all right in there?” her mate,
Stephen, called from the other side of the door. No doubt he’d scented her
Alarm whipped through her
bloodstream, and the pregnancy test flew from Kate’s trembling hand to clatter
on the floor in front of her. When he twisted the doorknob, she bolted from the
floor and snatched the small stick from the bathroom tiles.
“I’m fine,” she exclaimed. “There
was a spider.”
He twisted the knob again, and she
sent up a quick prayer of thanks she’d had the foresight to turn the latch.
“Why’d you lock the door?” A mix of
irritation and concern tinged his deep voice.
Frantic, she stashed the plastic
strip in a box of tampons in the cabinet under the sink, certain he’d never
look there, and then darted for the entrance. Once she fumbled with the lock,
she tugged the door open and came face to chest with Stephen.
“I must’ve locked it by accident
when I came in.” The excuse sounded weak to her own ears. Surely, he would
think the same. They never locked the bathroom door, if she could get him to
close the damn thing at all.
A frown creased his golden features.
He watched her through narrowed blue eyes—attempting to decipher the obvious
lie and cow her with his probing stare at the same time.
Drop it. Drop it. Please, for the love of God, drop it.
About the Author
Melissa Limoges lives
along the Gulf Coast with her OCD cat, Mr. Tibbs. Tax assessor by day, romance
writer by night, she enjoys anything coffee related, traveling, and reading
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we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d
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bring you lots of fun and even some prizes on the way.
This week’s theme is Their Sexy Gaze. Have you ever seen a couple
who look so adoringly at each other? Makes you wonder just what they are
thinking? Are they thinking about the last time they made love or the
conversation they just had?
The point is that lovers have eyes only for each other. Sometimes
the gaze is loving, and sometimes not, but you always know they are a couple
destined to be together.
Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It
doesn’t demand perfection and it isn’t pretentious but it does make us want to
read those books.
We know that everyone has their own idea of sexy and we all love
seven paragraphs from MONICA BEGGS.
Monica has just been accosted by three members of the Colombian Cartel. They’re
leading her out of a building with pedestrians all around.)
On her left, the excited fan with
a football player’s build she’d encountered earlier slouched against the wall
with his head down and a smart phone in his hand. Only he wasn’t looking at the
black screen. He was staring directly at her.
Moni licked her lips and chanced
a glimpse at the smelly man beside her. Roberto had stationed himself squinting
into the sun, brows furrowed, waiting for his master like an obedient dog.
Dizziness threatened to shake the
legs right out from under her. Now or
never. Without moving her head, Monica slanted her eyes toward the
ebony-haired giant, infusing all her fear into a single glance, begging him for
Stranger-danger never looked so
good. The man shook back his sun-streaked raven hair, winked, and sent her a
tiny smile. Then, as though he hadn’t a care in the world, strolled up to them,
his eyes completely focused on her.
Oh shit! Did he
think she was coming on to him? On a normal day he’d be cute, but not her type.
The blond surfer with his lithe build was more her style. Monica hoped to God
the linebacker didn’t mistake her for a hooker with a pimp.
Beggars can’t be choosers. At
this point, she’d take whatever she could get.
His rapt attention never left her face, he completely ignored the
man standing next to her. It didn’t matter if the stranger stood over six feet
tall. He’d be stabbed and his innocent bystander blood would be on her
I hope you enjoyed my selection for this week! If you’d like to
read more, you can find MONICA BEGGSat
regular kinda gal. When she rents a cottage from Cain, she doesn’t know the
sexual fantasies of women have made Cain a wealthy man. Once friendship plunges
into desire, he won't allow her disease to stop him from teaching her passion
and love are more than skin deep, and it will heal them both.
Cain drew her into his arms, and she straddled his hips. His mouth circled her breast, and he sucked on her gently, his finger tracing her wetness. “You’re all mine, sweetheart, and I couldn’t be happier.” There could only be one reason for her discomfort. He rolled her onto her back. “Will you give me your innocence?”
Mika’s chest rose and fell with sharp shallow breaths. “You really want me?”
She sounded so surprised it made him chuckle. He had a thousand yes’s lined up, but it’d take too long to say them all. “Not just want—possess.”
Her finger traced his jaw. “You should be grossed out.”
The pout of her lips drove him to lean forward and follow the pillowy outline with his tongue. He kissed her, nibbling on her softness. “They’re just scars, they’re part of you, but I want all of you.” Gently coaxing her, he guided her hand to his waistband. Being a professional in the trade didn’t mean he could subdue nature. She slid his pants past his hips, and his shaft sprung against his stomach. Both of them naked, his breath became heavier with need. Where was his control? “Agapi mou.”
“Did you just moo at me?” Her brows rose.
He rubbed his cheek against her stomach, soft and warm. Molding his hands to her thighs he parted them, and brought his mouth to her mound. “No, it’s Greek.” He’d let her search out the meaning. Sliding his tongue slowly across her moist skin, he moaned. His erection strained to feel her heat, be buried inside of her. With rhythmic strokes, her passion grew.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, her hips rising from the bed with his ministrations.
The alphabet was an old technique he’d used for years, and she loved the ‘I’, when his tongue punctuated her channel. With ‘T’ her body melted, the cross made with the pad of his thumb and a stroke of his tongue. ‘O’ made her stomach tremble when his mouth covered her fold, and he sucked with quick little pulses until her fingers twisted the bed sheets into a ball.
He crawled up her body. Against the Egyptian sheets, her rich, dark curls surrounded her head. Grinning down at her, he kissed her nose and then her mouth. “You don’t have to be experienced, Mika.” She dripped with need, and he slid his shaft against her fold, gently rolling his hips. “You are all I need and we’re going to savor every second.”
“You come well equipped for your profession,” she breathed, her eyes glinting with flickers of mirth between little gasps of desire.
A hearty laugh burst from his mouth. Tipping his forehead to hers, he loved that they laughed in each other’s arm. “It’s yours my fair lady. No one else’s.” Rotating his hips, her moisture covered his throbbing head. For the first time, he would pleasure a woman he truly loved. Every moment they shared, they’d become closer, friends first, now lovers. The way it was supposed to be.
The embers died a little in her gaze. “You’d tell me the truth, right?”
He nodded. “I will.”
Her one eye narrowed. “Is this pro bono work or should I say, pro boner?”
His shoulders shook with laughter. The desire didn’t die, it got stronger knowing her first lover would be him. His thumb turned circles around her bundle of nerves, barely touching her, creating a fire of need inside her. “Making love isn’t a sprint, it’s a dance,” he said, teasing her with his tongue. Her beautiful body quivered below him, and he kissed her deeply. “And I’ve been waiting all my life to dance with you.”
“Have you taken someone’s virginity before or were they all amazing lovers?”
He grinned with understanding. She was throwing up diversions left and right. He wished he could tell her he hadn’t, but there wasn’t much he hadn’t done in bed. He brushed her nose, giving her the time she obviously needed. “I was hired a couple times to do that.” She smiled meekly at him. “There’s a difference, Mika.” Touching her tenderly, signaling to her subconscious she was safe in his hands. “I want to swallow the gasp of pain when I enter you. Every thrust will send us higher, bring us closer. I’m going to treasure the moment you come with me.” The fear receded in her eyes, replaced with a lick of desire. He gently slipped his finger inside her and felt the resistance. “I want to see the wildness in you, Mika.” Speaking to her in calming tones, he applied more pressure, strumming her, gently stretching her. He positioned himself between her tapered legs, and kissed a trail down the middle of her body, ending at her mound, sucking the sensitive tip gently. Teasing her, he swept his tongue against delicate nerves and her thighs relaxed.
“I want,” she whispered shyly.
“I know what you want,” he whispered back, the head of his shaft teasing her opening, his heart yearning to make her his.
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