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Celia woke to warmth, and the steady rumble of train wheels. Her entire body ached. How long had she been asleep? she wondered as she cautiously arched her aching spine.
Behind her, Toby stirred a little, and she thought she heard him suck in a labored breath. She’d been leaning against his wide chest long enough for them both to dry out. One hour? Two?
What had startled her awake? Had the train rumbled over a crossroads? Had the whistle blown? Had he said something, done something, to rouse her?
His musky scent was all around her like a cloak, radiating from the sleeping bag and his taut body. Drowsily she inhaled, then released a soft little moan of pleasure. Liquid heat began to tingle through her belly as she felt him shift again, and something hot and hard thrust vigorously against her lower spine. It could only be one thing, and she hadn’t taken a lover in far too long…
Sweet heavens, what was she thinking? Toby wasn’t her lover; he was a stranded teenage boy whose entire life had been turned upside down…just like hers had!
Besides, she had to be at least ten years older than him, maybe more. Surely he couldn’t really be aroused just because she’d fallen asleep against him!
She didn’t consider herself a cougar, and the very thought of deliberately seducing a teenage boy horrified her. But his arms were strong and muscular…a man’s arms…and they were holding her so securely! And it had been so damned long…
The urge to turn around and explore the muscular contours of his tensed body was incredibly tempting…so instead she deliberately eased away, and clambered to her feet. The train’s steady vibration was oddly soothing to her jangling nerves.
“Any idea where we are?” she asked, and casually moved toward the open doorway. Rain was still pounding down outside, and the windblown mist felt cool and refreshing against her upturned face.
Toby stayed where he was, and she saw that he’d drawn his knees up against his chest. To hide his rigid erection? From the way it had been jutting against her back, it must be pretty big. Another slow, liquid tingle rippled through her veins. If only he wasn’t so young…
But really, what difference did that make? They were all alone; no one would ever know. And if surviving a disaster wasn’t reason to celebrate, she didn’t know what was!
Hang on tight, because this sizzling three-book anthology will leave you reeling!
Book 1: Corrupted By Her Kidnappers
When gorgeous, sexy Shauna Vanderbraun flies down to Mexico to celebrate her 18th birthday, she’s kidnapped by brigands who believe they’re the last direct descendants of a long-extinct Incan tribe. Will she be taken hard and unprotected on a sacrificial altar by these five horny, virile men? Can she manage to escape being ravaged in their mind-blowing gangbang? Or will she even want to try?
Book 2: Ravished By Her Kidnappers
Gemini is a homeless teenager trying to survive on the fringes. When all her possessions are stolen, she accepts a meal from three handsome strangers…and all hell breaks loose. In no time at all, she finds herself in the middle of a sizzling no-holds-barred group orgy. Will she lose more than just her innocence as they pound her repeatedly, hard and unprotected, in every hole?
Book 3: Betrayed By Her Kidnappers
Stacy and Josh thought they were going to have a wonderful weekend when they rented a remote cabin way out in the woods. They never expected to meet three muscular studs with a taste for innocent teen virgins! Now their wildest dreams are about to come true as all three horny studs…and Josh…take Stacy hard, fast, and without any protection!
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She’d heard him come upstairs, and had breathlessly waited for him to knock on her door. Would she open it, and let him be the first man ever to venture inside her safe haven? Or would she ignore him, and have the petty satisfaction of knowing she’d annoyed him?
He hadn’t knocked. Instead, he’d waited a moment, then headed back downstairs.
She was panting, she realized, and made a valiant effort to slow her breathing.
She wouldn’t let him touch her, of course. He was a hated man, and hadn’t she sworn years ago never to let a hated man near her?
But he had been near her…intimately near…only a few short hours ago. And her hand still tingled where that hot shaft had burned into it, and pulsed against her fingers like a beating heart. So did her stomach where it had thrust so energetically. And inside…
She was a mess, she decided. And the only way to settle things was to talk them out logically. If Valen tried to cozy up to her again, she’d just explain, calmly and dispassionately, why she would never allow a man to touch her.
And that would be that.
Then she’d crept out of her room, and seen him sprawled on the mattress, vigorously stroking himself. She’d been so stunned, she hadn’t been able to make a sound. She’d only stared like a witless fool as his husky groans had echoed through the cabin, and his lean hips had arched faster and faster, like he was thrusting vigorously into an invisible body above him. Then he’d cried out in ecstatic release, and the shock of it had nearly made her faint on the spot.
She still felt dizzy, and the liquid heat in her belly was flowing through her veins like molten lava. The room felt blazing hot, and that stranger in the mirror was licking dry lips, and moaning a little with frustrated longing.
Why had she changed into a sheer nightgown? Her plush wrapper was warm, but it would be no defense against a man’s eager hands.
Why was she longing for Valen, anyway? A man was repulsive. A man’s touch was repulsive.
But Valen’s touch hadn’t been, she recalled. He’d grabbed her wrists and held her immobile with effortless strength while his muscular body had pressed intimately against hers. His heat had burned into right through her clothes. His...
Her cheeks burned as her mind shied away from the risque word, and the vivid mental image it provoked.
His hardness, she amended, had seared into her delicate skin like a flaming brand. She could still feel the imprint of it against her quivering stomach.
She didn’t want to feel that again; of course she didn’t.
So why was her heart pounding like a kettledrum?
The doorknob turned under her hand. She didn’t remember touching it, but the door was standing open. She listened carefully. The cabin was silent except for the homey cracking of flames, and the shrill howl of wind outside.
Cautiously she eased through the doorway, and peered downstairs. The darkened living room was bathed in golden firelight. Valen was sprawled across the mattress. The silky sheet barely covered his waist; his bronzed chest gleamed like polished wood as the dappled light flickered over him.
Her mouth went dry.
Of their own volition, her feet inched forward. She could barely even hear the cracking flames over the pounding in her own ears. One step, two…
Will he consent to forever…
I know that he loves me, that’s not the problem. And I know that he’ll be there for me.
But he hasn’t mentioned forever. Not only that, but he refuses to tell his mother.
Some scars run too deep, and this one is the deepest of all.
I have everything on the line. To lose him now would be to lose it all.
**The final full length novel in Hunter and Livy's story**