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Woman In Black Lace
by Carolina Valdez
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-252-1(Electronic)
An Amber Heat Best Seller!
Available at: Amber Quill Press
Seduction is what book store clerk Phebe Jones has in mind as she dresses in erotic black lace and a feathered mask for a masquerade ball in Wahington, D. C. Weary of her dull life, she's determined to seduce the first masked party goer who makes her clit throb and her panties dampen. Still, she hesitates when the hunk she's selected--a blond dressed in a kilt and wearing blue face paint reminiscent of Braveheart, invites her to his room after the festivities. Does she really have the courage for sex with a stranger?
Reminding herself this is what she's planned, she steps across the threshold into the arms of a plaid-wrapped blond the size of the Scorpion King. In the searing heat of his arousing touch, it's difficult to tell which of them is the seducer. His scent and the feel of his body inflame her senses. He invades her heart as easily as his hard, silken cock invades her pulsing cunt.
But the dark just before dawn brings the greatest shock of Phebe's life. Her world rocks as she wonders who this man she's slept with is. Where is she and what year is it? Panic floods her as she grapples with the greatest challenge of her life--figuring out how to return to 2008, when she has no idea how she left it for the past.
...Cam’s room was only a few doors away. She hoped he hadn’t ordered more champagne. Much more alcohol and she’d be too drunk to seduce him. Sexual excitement fluttered in her chest and belly as she imagined his warm, satiny erection in her hands and his mouth at her clit. She shivered with pleasure. It was too hot to consider.
Opening the door to what she thought was his room, she stepped inside and stopped. Two men and a woman were engaged in a ménage à trois. She could tell by the masks and the lack of blue face paint that neither of the men was Cam.
I’m in the wrong room, thank goodness.
So that’s how it’s done. Instead of exiting right away, she stared at the activity before her. She’d never seen anything like this and couldn’t pull herself away. They were too busy to notice her.
The figures were naked, except for masks and the men’s socks. It might have been ridiculous, except for the sounds and sights issuing from the three. Phebe could smell the woman’s thick, heady perfume even from the doorway. She lay on her back on the bed, knees bent, legs spread wide enough her knees almost touched the covers. One man’s face was buried in her pussy. His erection touched his navel.
The second man stood beside the bed, rubbing his cock. His gaze never left them.
Fascinated, she watched as, under his fondling, it swelled and rose from a patch of auburn hair.
Judging from the rocking of the bed, and the gasps and sighs issuing from her throat, the woman was enjoying what was transpiring between her thighs. Holding the man’s head, she moaned louder and lifted her hips, gyrating against his face.
She could tell when the woman climaxed because she grabbed the man’s shoulders and cried out. This appeared to be the signal for him to fuck her because he climbed on the bed and straddled her. Her hand closed around his dick to guide it into her slit before wrapping her legs around him. He began to pump.
The standing man lay down on his side on the bed, his wet cock near her face. He reached for her breast, and the woman turned her head and took him in her mouth, one hand stroking his balls.
This wasn’t to her taste. Phebe couldn’t imagine “letting it all out” this much, but she admitted the tableau had triggered throbbing in her clitoris and the desire for a man to go down on her pussy, too. She chose not to stay for the finale. Stepping into the hall, she shut the door so it latched without noise.
Checking his room number again, she realized she should have been the next floor up. As she passed the balcony overlooking the dance floor, she stopped and looked down to make sure Cam wasn’t still there. Staring at the scene below, all thought fled.
What the hell?
No D. J. No music.
Long tables and benches dotted what had been the ballroom, and a fire blazed in a huge open hearth. A pot hung over coals in the corner from a tripod. Rough men dressed in plaids sat on the benches and drank from tankards. They tore at huge drumsticks of meat held in their hands or spooned a stew of some kind into trenchers. Voices rose and the men laughed deep, booming guffaws. Sometimes one of them would slap another on the back or shove shoulder to shoulder. One tipsy man tumbled off the end of the bench after a shoulder shove, and that triggered doubling-over gales of laughter.
It was surreal. She shook herself. She wiped her eyes and looked again. Nothing had changed.
What was this? Had the masked partygoers left and a new group arrived? That didn’t make sense, she told herself. Like her, many of the costumed people were spending the weekend at the castle. Maybe this was a play geared to inspire guests to increase their pledge card amounts. Or perhaps they were shooting a film.
If she didn’t get to her rendezvous soon, she’d be too drunk to be fucked by the sensual Cam, much less to remember it.
Locating the correct room, she reached for the doorknob, then stopped. To her surprise, the new Phebe wasn’t firmly entrenched. With her courage at ebb instead of flow, she asked herself if this was really what she wanted to do. Determination raised its head. Removing her mask, she straightened and drew in a deep breath.
Show time, woman. She opened the door and walked in...
5 Hearts! Very Sensual!...”...a great story. It is well written, with wonderful characters. Anyone who loves a good time travel will love this one. I adored Phebe, and her sexy Highlander is to do for. The passion that burned between them is scorching and their journey kept me on the edge of my seat hoping for their happily ever after…a definite keeper.” Sandra, The Romance Studio
5 Hearts! “Carolina Valdez has penned an extraordinary erotic tale of time travel mixed with love and a sexy Scotsman who wears nothing under his kilt…” Carol Adkins, Book Reviews by Carol
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