Contemporary Erotic Romance
|Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses - Out now from Ellora’s Cave
co-written with Alyssa Brooks
“Captain Jack” isn’t about to reveal his true identity before he claims his treasure: plundering the sexy spitfire who bashed his pride the day he was dumped at the alter.
Forget relationships, Jenny’s trick-or-treating the Halloween party for a cock! It’s time she got laid and the swaggering pirate is just the man to capture the bounty between her legs.
It’s all about the booty, mate!
Candy corn and cocky kisses will be stolen, hearts pilfered. Can these two injured souls turn their Halloween trick into a treat forever?
Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses
Also Available in PRINT!
is part of the print anthology
4.5 Blue Ribbons!
Second chances, plenty of heat and the magic of Halloween make CANDY CORN AND COCKY KISSES one sweet treat. Lori Ann, RRT Erotic
|This excerpt is intended for readers over 18.
“Pirates don’t flirt. We take.” Unexpectedly, he swooped her up, placing her over his shoulder with care and securing his arms around her thighs.
Jenny cried out in surprise but he kept walking, maneuvering his way through the laughing crowd, past knowing comments. Jenny couldn’t believe it. She was getting swept off her feet by a pirate who was patting her bottom and whistling along with Monster Mash.
How could anybody whistle along with that?
“What are you doing?” she laughed, holding on to his belt for dear life.
“Whisking you away, milady.” He turned down a hallway, then another, passed through the kitchen—to the chuckles of the wait staff—and out the back of the mansion.
He sure knew his way around the Tarleton estate, didn’t he? Who was this masked…er…eye-patched man? Giggling so hard she could hardly breathe—his shoulder pressing into her stomach didn’t help—she asked, “Where are we going?”
“I’m takin’ ya to me ship.”
Away from the house, the dank night smacked into her, creating instant goose bumps on her arms. Jenny inhaled the scents of fall, loving how gently dominant he was being with her. Gentle being the operative word. Not only did a man have his hands on her, she was under his power at the moment—sexually—and didn’t feel a speck of fear. In contrast, with every long, determined stride he took through the humid air and over the freshly manicured lawn, her arousal grew.
One of his hands slid beneath her dress and grabbed her stocking-covered bottom. “Almost there, milady.”
“Your ship?” She nuzzled against him, hugging his back, wondering if she was certifiably insane for letting some stranger carry her off to his “ship”.
His ship. Or rather…Mr. Tarleton’s boat moored out back.
Happy Halloween to me.
Jack’s heavy boots clanked on the dock. The moisture coming off Sag Harbor created heavy fog in the air, wrapping the fantasy around her.
A thrill shot through Jenny, from her blood-heavy head and toes to her up-in-the-air ass. Forget the pearl g-string, her pirate was the most arousing thing she’d ever come into contact with. His searching fingers had just encountered the strand of beads centered below the lacey waistband and were slowly exploring…
This had to be the most romantic, titillating thing to ever happen in her life, by far.
Thank you, Captain Jack Sparrow.
His shoulder suddenly shifted as he stepped onto the luxury yacht and rolled her off, placing her on her feet. Her balance wavered and she grabbed his arm, playing her role to the hilt. “Captain, you dastard. Stealing me away.” She couldn’t wait to thank him. “Whatever will you do with me?”
Light from the big house spilled out onto the lawn. Overhead, a lamp from the dock cast them in shadow as he guided her along the softly wobbling deck. “Aye. I’ll be thinkin’ of several hundred things, I’m sure.”
The sounds of the party could he heard in the distance, conversation and music blending to cover anything they might want to do aboard their own private sexual fantasy boat.
“Tell me, Miss Candy Corn.” At one end of the deck, Captain Sparrow bracketed her waist and easily swung her onto the upper level of the stern. He took the steps and came up behind her just as she placed her hands on the polished wheel. He slipped one finger beneath the homemade strands adorning her neck. “Are ye a tease?”
His touch came perilously close to the exposed portion of her breasts. Jenny remained silent, curious how far he’d go.
He didn’t disappoint. One long finger edged right over her nipple. “Umm.”
“Methinks the lady is acting like a bit of a tease.”
“Youthinks?” His accent really was deplorable. Adorable.
And if his damn finger teased her nipple any longer…