Publisher: Avon Red
Release Date: June 2, 2009 (print and ebook)
Re-release Date: February 26, 2013 (print and ebook)
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal MF
Length: Novellas in Collection
|An engraved invitation leads three women on a voyage to the fulfillment of their wildest erotic fantasies.
Celina, who longs to find that one special person. Elayne, who has been burned twice by men and has no desire to get involved with another one. Jasmine, who only wants a good time with no strings attached.
They come together on the pleasure yacht, S. S. Fantasy, to honor their college friend who recently died in an accident. It’s Celina who first discovers a brochure about the yacht, which states nothing is forbidden onboard and a passenger’s most erotic fantasy can come true. They only have to wait until the ship crosses into The Bermuda Triangle.
After that, anything is possible.
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She tugged his shirt from his pants. She unbuttoned it while he lowered the straps of her dress and filled his palms with her breasts. They were tan, with no white lines from a swimsuit top.
“Do you sunbathe nude?”
“Sometimes.” The last button of his shirt came loose and she parted the fabric. Rand swallowed hard when she ran her fingernails from his collarbone to his belt. The light scratch of her nails sent a shiver up his spine and made his balls tighten. “I like the feel of the sun on my skin.”
“I like the feel of your hands on my skin.”
“It is nice, isn’t it?” She kissed the middle of his chest while pushing his shirt off his shoulders. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
That sounded perfect to Rand, as long as he could touch her also. Reaching behind her, he slowly lowered her zipper and slipped the shoulder straps off her arms. Her dress fell to a pool around her feet. Celina stood before him wearing a pair of tiny white panties, white sandals, and a vixen’s smile.
He wanted to lick every inch of her.
Rand dropped to his knees. He lifted her left foot and slid off her shoe, then repeated the action with her right foot. Grasping the waistband of her panties, he tugged them past her hips. Blond hair covered her mound.
“Nice.” He kissed each hipbone. The tip of his tongue darted into her navel as he ruffled the hair with his fingertips. “Very nice.”
She arched her hips, pushing her mound closer to his mouth. “Touch me.”
He nipped the curve of her belly. It quivered, earning her another nip. “Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”
He liked that she didn’t hesitate with her answer. Rand had been with women who wouldn’t talk to him, as if he were a mind reader and knew instinctively what they wanted sexually. Celina was different. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell him.
He pulled off her panties and let them fall on top of her dress. Placing his hands between her thighs, he pushed outward. She spread her legs at his silent request. The scent of her musk drifted to his nose.
She obeyed him, spreading her legs another few inches. Rand slid his thumbs over her labia. She was so wet, her juices quickly coated his thumbs.
He looked into her eyes while he raised one digit to his mouth and sucked off her cream.