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EXCERPT
An Excerpt From:
PLEASURE ISLAND
Copyright © MICHELLE M. PILLOW AND MANDY
M. ROTH, 2009
All Rights Reserved,
Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Lady,” Jurgen Cuyper
said, gritting his teeth as his cock dug at the confines of his jeans. Music
pumped from the old jukebox in the corner of the bar. It was a song that was
made before he was born and it was one of the most recent songs the thing had to
offer. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are but I’m trying to enjoy a
drink and your yapping is makin’
that damn hard to do.”
The woman, her
strawberry-blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun, gasped. Tiny wisps of it came
free and he knew it was long and slightly curly. His fingers itched to run
through it.
Her blue eyes reeled
with astonishment and her tongue darted out and over her lips. “My yapping?”
He palmed his dick
through his jeans, staring her over. She’d be a sweet fuck. He was sure of that.
He could almost taste her cream on his lips as he brought his glass to his
mouth. The whiskey had a slight bite, nowhere as sharp as his could be. He
glanced at his buddy, a fellow private pilot, and grinned. “Think she’d look
good on me? Looks about my size, doesn’t she?”
His friend laughed,
lifting his drink and slamming it down. “Hell yeah. If she doesn’t fit you, man,
I’ll take her for a spin or two.”
Pure animalistic rage
ripped through him and his eyes burned with the need to shift colors. His voice deepened in warning. “Don’t even
think about it.”
Putting his hands up to
signal surrender, his friend hurried away, knowing better than to chance Jurgen’s wrath. He had no reason to stake a claim on
the woman but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His supernatural blood tended to
control his moods more than he liked but it had never done so to this extent
before.
The woman huffed, lifted
the bottle of whiskey and poured it directly onto his lap.
Jurgen shot up and out of the chair, sending it crashing to the ground.
Disbelief shot through him. The woman actually wasted perfectly good liquor. He
was about to tell her exactly what he thought of that when he noticed the
moisture in her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled and dammit
if his chest didn’t get all tight.
Fuck.
He ran a hand over his
shorn hair and glanced to the side to find most of the bar staring at him. The
place was a dive but it was a dive he knew well. He glared at them and they
looked away.
Putting his hand out, Jurgen sighed. “Don’t do that.”
She held the empty
bottle out to him, her chin wobbling.
“For Christ’s sake,
lady, don’t do that.”
She burst into tears and
he growled, bending and scooping her up. He tossed her over one shoulder and
stalked toward the back of the bar. She slapped at his back but he ignored her.
His jeans rubbed him the wrong way and chaffing was a real threat. His boots
crunched the semi sandy soil as he headed straight for one of the many tiny
cabins that ran along the backside of the bar.
“Put me down!” the
pistol of a woman over his shoulder yelled, hitting at his back again.
“I will.” He flashed a
wicked grin. “Then I’m stripping these wet jeans off and I’m going to make you
lick every drop of whiskey from my body.”
She froze and it took
all he had not to laugh. As much as he wanted that pretty pink tongue running
over the head of his cock, he’d never force a woman to do anything she didn’t
want to do. That wasn’t his thing. Though he had to admit he’d considered
whisking away the livid li’l thing. He’d caught her
engaging scent before she’d even entered the bar. His cock responded first,
which wasn’t surprising. The thing did tend to have a mind of its own. The beast
he carried within was next in line to acknowledge that she stirred something in
him.
Hell, that was sight unseen.
Watching her sexy body
sashay into the bar as she’d asked for a pilot and a plane to take her to the
mainland did something to him he couldn’t explain. For a minute, the pulsing in
his cock seemed to reach his head, beating, pounding out something that sounded
remarkably like “claim her”.
A shudder raced through
him at the thought of tying himself to any one woman, let alone the one he held
now. She was demanding, prissy, too proper, too wiggling on his shoulder.
Her arousal assailed his
senses. Inhaling deeply, Jurgen groaned, the tip of
his dick leaking pre-come. “Woman, be still or you will be fucked good and hard.
Am I clear?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the
author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living
persons or events is merely coincidence.
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REVIEWS
"4 Pixies! 4
Restraints! PLEASURE ISLAND is a humorous, hot,
randy, fun, romp. The characters are appealing and the ending is just what it
should be. I will definitely be looking for more from these two authors in the
future." Dark Angel Reviews, March 2009
"4 Cups of
Coffee! Spectacular, this is an amazing book with two romances that are filled
with emotion, laughter and sizzling sex. Creative plots along with these
fantastic characters keep this story moving with animated dialog and the intense
suspense of wondering what is going to happen next. Pleasure Island is the third
in this series, but it stands alone easily. This reader is hooked and has to
know what happened in the first two and will love continuing this series."
Wateena, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More, March 2009
4 HEARTS! "What
a wild ride....This story is full of hot sex, meddling gods, magic, and enough
action to keep your pulse rate up. If that sounds like something you enjoy to
read, give this book a try." Jacquelyn R. Ward, TRS, March 2009
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