Raise your hand if you need a vacation!
I’m raising both. Okay, probably not feasible while typing this post. I do need a vacation and am actually on one at the moment. Yay for technology allowing me to post and be active online when not at home!
If you need a vacation but can’t getaway just now, take a book-cation with my short erotic romance Tropical Heat, set in beautiful Jamaica.
Blurb & Excerpt
Rayne Willows is an artist from the Pacific Northwest looking to shake up her boring life. A trip to Jamaica sounds like the perfect way to let loose and rekindle her passion for photography. When she meets local man Marcus Greene on the beach in Ocho Rios, sparks immediately fly. Marcus offers to show Rayne around his beautiful hometown, but during the sightseeing tour, the two quickly realize the passion they have for each other can’t be held back. They decide to make their one night together a sexy experience neither of them is likely to forget.
As soon as we stepped over the threshold into my room we both lost what remained of our control. I dropped my bag and room key on the floor. Marcus grabbed me by the waist and hauled me against the wall, nearly knocking the wind from my lungs in the process. His mouth claimed mine as he gripped my ass and lifted me off the ground.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and entwined my arms behind his neck. I had a feeling I was in for a very rough ride, but that was okay.
Marcus pulled the thin, stretchy material of my dress down in one smooth motion. My breasts popped out and were in his hands within seconds. I let out a loud moan and ground against him, still craving a release.
“Hold on tight,” he told me as he wedged me harder against the wall. He removed his hands from my breasts and seconds later I heard him unzip his fly. His hand surfaced again, a foil wrapper at his fingertips. He tore the package open and slid his hands below my legs.
Once the condom was on, he bunched the material at my waist and didn’t even bother with removing my black lace thong. He simply slid the scrap of material to the side and entered me with a quick, hard thrust. I arched my neck in pleasure when I felt my nether lips stretch and envelop his thick cock.
He gripped my waist and began to move. With my back trapped against the wall, I used it as leverage to push him into me even farther. I ground my hips when he plunged into me, causing the tip of his erection to rub against my insides even more intensely.
About the Author
Ariel Storm believes that fantasies are meant to be explored, on the pages of her manuscripts, and beyond. Ariel fell in love with all things paranormal, magical and mystical at a young age. Her obsession with the dark, dangerous and forbidden began in her teen years as a way to rebel against her strict religious upbringing. Her stories can range from contemporary BDSM to new adult to paranormal. One thing will never change, and that’s writing scorching hot erotic romance with unconventionally sexy alpha heroes.
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