Shelfari edited the description of Christmas Stalking (An Erotic Suspense Romance) Sunday, December 19, 2010.
Alone and on the run, Ginny is desperate to stay one step ahead of danger while still trying to protect her sister and her sister's boys. Forced from her home and holding the key to a horrible secret, Ginny is haunted by her memories and pursued by a man who will stop at nothing to regain his control over her. The appearance of a mysterious man in her time of greatest need forces Ginny to decide whether she will take the chance to trust this handsome stranger. EXCERPT: He groaned, rolling her onto her back on the bed, his hands seeking her soft, warm places under the long shirt she was wearing. She was greedy, squirming underneath him as he fumbled with her shirt, tugging at his boxers and, frustrated by the elastic, she simply slipped in through the front, finding him hard and throbbing. He growled, her tiny hand and jerky movements under the material making him thrust against her. He tore at the front of her shirt, not hesitating to pop the last three buttons in his haste. She took the weight of him, wrapping her legs around him as tight as she could manage. She clung to him as if she couldn’t get enough, as if there would never be enough, and he let her. He left wet trails with his mouth and tongue over the swells of her breasts, grazing her hardening pink nipples with his teeth, making her shudder beneath him. His mouth moved down her belly while his hands kneaded her breasts, rolling the nipples in his fingers as he eased lower, between her legs. She whimpered, his breath warm on her thighs. “Wet!” He sounded delighted. Nick slipped a finger between her lips, then spread her open with his thumb and forefinger to expose her soft, pink folds. She moaned as his mouth covered her flesh, his tongue flat and moving slowly back and forth. It was like flying, her body was gliding and she could only go along for the ride, his tongue moving in ways that shifted the currents, guiding her in higher, tighter spirals. She was dizzy with the sensation, and she raked her nails over his shoulders and through his hair. He groaned against her clit when she did, and that sent an immediate jolt straight up her spine. “Nick, please,” she begged, sliding her nails down his biceps, over his forearms. “I want you. Please. I want you.” Her hands were urgent, tugging, pulling at him. His face was wet with her as he kissed her thighs, her belly. “Hungry little thing.” He gave in to her desperation, sliding one knee between hers, seeking her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue. “Yes.” She tugged at the last vestige of fabric between them. “Starving.” He helped her slide his boxers down his hips and thighs. “I want you to fill me.” “I will,” he promised, sliding his hand back down to her mound, grinding his palm there, his fingers playing hide and seek just at the opening of her wet little hole.