Title: The Reprobate
Author: Dorothy A. Bell
Author: Dorothy A. Bell
Genre: Romance
Released: April, 2013
Publisher: Freya's Bower
Length: 270 pages
$ 5.99 To purchase e-book
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Publisher: Freya's Bower
Length: 270 pages
$ 5.99 To purchase e-book
Freya's Bower | dabellm3
Teaser
The heat between them exploded, and she felt Royce’s seed fill her, hot and thick. The flow of primal lava took their two crashing bodies and melded them into one great volcanic eruption. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her orgasm reached its pinnacle. With her head thrown back, her teeth clenched, she held on to Royce as they flew together beyond the earth’s atmosphere, away from the pull of gravity, to drift, weightless, in a sea of hot, sparkling pleasure.
Title: The Cost of Revenge
Music teacher, the crippled goddess, Cleantha Arnaud dared the reprobate, Royce O’Bannon to come to her, climb in bedroom window, and prove to her she could enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh.
With no light he couldn’t see her scars, but with his hands he’d found the long, rough trenches of thickened flesh on each side of her body, from her waist down to the top of her thighs. On the right hip, his fingers had traced the worst of the scaring, the gash felt wider, the flesh rougher and more sunken-in over her hip-bone.
He couldn’t take the chance of hurting her by putting his weight on her, and yet the need to sink himself into her warm moist slit undermined his resolve to take it easy and slow, give her time, give Cleantha pleasure. He wasn’t sure what he could do, but she wanted more. He had to do what she wanted—he couldn’t go back now. She moved down the length of his chest, her hot, wet tongue driving him crazy. Her hands sought his erection, then her tongue ran the length of his shaft.
He held on to his self-control—barely. He had to do something, and do it now, or he would forget about her
pleasure and take his own. Raising himself up to a sitting position, he took her by the waist and helped her straddle his hips. With her hands braced on his shoulders, and his hands on her hips to guide her downward, he slowly lowered her. His shaft found the wet tunnel of her womanhood. She hissed as he filled her.
Eyes closed, Royce held his breath. She folded around him, warm, slick and hot. He adjusted himself beneath her hips and helped her to get her legs into a more comfortable position. Leaning forward, she began to rock forward and back...up a little. When she giggled he wanted to weep, his heart overflowing with some heady emotion that had taken over his mind, ruling out all good sense.
She tilted her head back. He reached between their bodies to find her aroused nub. His fingers slid in and out of her flower with the rhythm and pace she’d set.
* * * *
Cleantha found the process excruciatingly slow. She experimented, flexing the muscles within her core to grip his shaft. After a little practice, she could increase the intensity or release the tension. Deep within her, the embers of passion ignited. Instinctively, she shifted her weight and found the perfect pressure point. No longer thinking, her body taking her away, she sought the ultimate pleasure. Royce let out a primal growl as he bucked beneath her.
With no light he couldn’t see her scars, but with his hands he’d found the long, rough trenches of thickened flesh on each side of her body, from her waist down to the top of her thighs. On the right hip, his fingers had traced the worst of the scaring, the gash felt wider, the flesh rougher and more sunken-in over her hip-bone.
He couldn’t take the chance of hurting her by putting his weight on her, and yet the need to sink himself into her warm moist slit undermined his resolve to take it easy and slow, give her time, give Cleantha pleasure. He wasn’t sure what he could do, but she wanted more. He had to do what she wanted—he couldn’t go back now. She moved down the length of his chest, her hot, wet tongue driving him crazy. Her hands sought his erection, then her tongue ran the length of his shaft.
He held on to his self-control—barely. He had to do something, and do it now, or he would forget about her
pleasure and take his own. Raising himself up to a sitting position, he took her by the waist and helped her straddle his hips. With her hands braced on his shoulders, and his hands on her hips to guide her downward, he slowly lowered her. His shaft found the wet tunnel of her womanhood. She hissed as he filled her.
Eyes closed, Royce held his breath. She folded around him, warm, slick and hot. He adjusted himself beneath her hips and helped her to get her legs into a more comfortable position. Leaning forward, she began to rock forward and back...up a little. When she giggled he wanted to weep, his heart overflowing with some heady emotion that had taken over his mind, ruling out all good sense.
She tilted her head back. He reached between their bodies to find her aroused nub. His fingers slid in and out of her flower with the rhythm and pace she’d set.
* * * *
Cleantha found the process excruciatingly slow. She experimented, flexing the muscles within her core to grip his shaft. After a little practice, she could increase the intensity or release the tension. Deep within her, the embers of passion ignited. Instinctively, she shifted her weight and found the perfect pressure point. No longer thinking, her body taking her away, she sought the ultimate pleasure. Royce let out a primal growl as he bucked beneath her.
The heat between them exploded, and she felt Royce’s seed fill her, hot and thick. The flow of primal lava took their two crashing bodies and melded them into one great volcanic eruption. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her orgasm reached its pinnacle. With her head thrown back, her teeth clenched, she held on to Royce as they flew together beyond the earth’s atmosphere, away from the pull of gravity, to drift, weightless, in a sea of hot, sparkling pleasure.
Title: The Cost of Revenge
Author: Dorothy A. Bell
Genre: Romance
Released: September 2013Publisher: Freya's Bower
A Laura Creek Western Romance
Quinn O’Bannon knows it’s time he settled down. He has two likely candidates, both sensible, attractive, young women. However, his fantasies keep straying to Tru McAdam, that thieving, sloe-eyed vixen with the grudge against the whole darn O’Bannon family.
Tru McAdam wants to believe the O’Bannons, all of them are rotten, heartless cheats. God help her, most of all she wants to believe the handsome, arrogant flirt Quinn O’Bannon is the worst of the lot.
When destiny shuffles the cards, strange pairs show up in the hand. Who can fight destiny, not the handsome, flirtatious Quinn O’Bannon, not the thieving, sloe-eyed vixen, Tru McAdam.
Hi, everybody, Dorothy A. Bell here. I would like to thank my host for putting me up on her blog today. As an introduction, I thought I would give visitors a glimpse into my life so far.
I grew up in southern Iowa, moved to Oregon’s Willamette Valley at the age of eleven. I was in the sixth grade when I started school in Oregon. On my first day of school, I encountered the boy I would eventually marry. He kept pestering me, trying to kiss me. I held out until I turned sixteen, then I kind’a got the hang of the kissing thing. We’ve been married for forty-eight years, he’s still a pest, bless him.
I started out writing Regency Romances to entertain myself. I took writing courses, but I think I learned the most by submitting my work to publishers, editors and agents, and getting feedback. Laid low for nearly twenty-five years with arthritis, forced to use a battery-powered cart, I took up aquatic exercise and became an instructor. After two surgeries to replace my knees, I went to work on myself and lost eighty-five pounds, which I have kept off.
My husband and I live in Central Oregon with two West Highland White terriers, an energetic, longhaired Dachshund and one big, angora tuxedo cat. When I need a break from writing Oregon historical western romances, I work in the yard or my garden.
This year I am proud to announce the release of two Laura Creek romances “The Reprobate” and “The Cost of Revenge”, available on:
Thank you for hosting on your beautifully laid out blog. This is fabulous. All kinds of wonderful books and places to go here. DAB
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