Jayson's
Redemption (MF)
by Kelsie Belle
Sequel to Playing for Keeps
Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Heat
Rating: SEXTREME
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Count: 56,047
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[Siren Classic: Erotic
Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Blurb
Jayson Tacoma has sworn
off love and relationships ever since an unfortunate incident with his best
friend leaves him emotionally scarred. That was until fate causes him to cross
paths with the mysterious Mya Delgado, who appears in the small town of Bailey
Springs seemingly out of the blue. Soon, he finds himself struggling with his
overwhelming attraction to yet another dark-haired beauty and the two get
caught in a game of cat and mouse that neither of them can control. Will
getting involved with this woman, who harbors so many secrets, turn out to be
another devastating mistake for him? Or will Mya Delgado finally be Jayson's
redemption?
Story
Excerpt
“Dammit, son of a bitch!”
The female voice came from his right,
followed by the resounding slamming of a car door. The sound dragged his
attention to the red coupe that was parked at the very end of the row of parked
cars he had just passed. In an instant, his class was forgotten, so was the
fact that he was late because, at that moment, his eyes had fallen on one very
nicely rounded ass. It was conveniently turned upward for his perusal as the
owner bent over to check out whatever was wrong under the hood of her car.
Unbidden, his wayward eyes traveled downward, to inspect the shapely pair of
legs that were attached to that fine ass. They were covered in skin fitting
jeans at the moment but he could only imagine that they were just as tasty as
the ass was.
Just then, the owner of the sexy ass and
legs straightened, allowing a curtain of thick, dark hair to fall over her
shoulders. “Damn you, you piece ‘o shit!” potty-mouth said, kicking the hood of
the car for good measure, then screamed, hopping on one foot, “Ouch! Dammit.”
A rumbling chuckle escaped him. He
couldn’t help it—her display of frustration with the poor car was hilarious
although it was also cute as hell. “Hey! Easy there, killer,” he called out to
her, turning off his designated path and heading in her direction. “What seems
to be the problem?”
The hopping ended as soon as he spoke
and she spun in the direction of his voice at the speed of lightning. As he
neared her, he could see the hint of a flush that tinted her lovely caramel
skin. Clearly she hadn’t known she had an audience. “Ah, hi,” she said, shoving
her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Did you…did you hear that?”
Jason grinned. “Sure did. Poor car
didn’t stand a chance.”
A soft chuckle erupted from her lips,
drawing his attention to the full, lip-gloss covered pair. Damn! He thought.
Lips like those could bring a man to his fucking knees without even trying.
“Sorry ’bout that. Stupid machine always
dies at the wrong moment. Just pisses me off, you know?”
“Yeah, that blows. Mind if I take a look
at it?” Tossing his back-pack to the ground, he began moving toward the hood
before she had a chance to respond.
“Um, I guess so,” she said
noncommittally. “Knock yourself out.”
It took him less than five minutes to
locate what was wrong with the car. He wasn’t a mechanic but he’d literally
grown up inside a garage because his father had always been into cars. The
older man had taught him a thing or two about working his way around an engine.
“Looks like you might have a busted
valve,” he told her.
“Shit! Is…is that terrible?”
He glanced over his shoulder, chuckling
a little when he noticed the bafflement on her pretty face. “Nah, you’ll live,”
he assured her. “I’m gonna go get my tool kit, though. Be right back, okay?”
She nodded as he jogged off in the
direction of his car. Ten minutes later, he’d patched up the valve but he knew
it probably wouldn’t hold very long the way it was.
“Okay, start her up.”
She hopped behind the wheel and was soon
cranking the engine. It rumbled a little then sputtered to life.
“Yes!” she fairly shouted, hopping out
of the car again without shutting off the engine. “Oh my God, you’re a life
saver! Thank you so much.”
Jay wiped his hands on the rag he kept
inside his tool kit, then closed the hood before turning to her. Damn, but she
was a stunner. The gentle breeze played in her hair, causing it to whip against
her cheek like a drape of dark silk. Her peculiar hazel eyes gleamed like cut
glass in the stark sunlight, making him feel as though he could see her soul in
their depths.
“Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to
shake the uncanny feeling that had come over him as he stared into her eyes.
“It was no problem at all. You probably shouldn’t drive it too far like this
though. I’m not sure if what I did will last very long.”
She stuck her hands into her back
pockets and grinned sheepishly. Unbelievably, the gesture made her even
prettier. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ve got an interview a few blocks from here
that I need to get to but right after that this piece o’ junk is headed
straight to the shop.”
“Yeah? I thought you were a student
here.” He was more than a little disappointed and the statement came out
sounding more like a question.
“Oh, yeah, I am. Some of us just have to
work to pay our way, you know?” Her words were flippant and she tried to seem
all blasé about it, but Jay could tell she wasn’t as comfortable about it as
she wanted him to believe. But then, he could totally relate to that situation.
After all, he was one of those
people.
He offered what he hoped was a
reassuring smile and extended his hand. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart. I’m
Jayson, by the way, Jayson Tacoma. Or just Jay if you like.”
She glanced down at his hand briefly, as
if not sure what to do with it. Then he felt velvet soft skin sliding against
his as she wrapped her fingers around his much longer ones. “Hey, Jayson, or
Just Jay,” she joked, returning my smile shyly. “It’s a pleasure to make your
acquaintance. I’m Samya Delgado, but just Mya is fine.”
Adult
Excerpt
Without warning, he yanked her forward,
crushing her body to him just as his mouth slammed down on hers in a ferocious
kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking into the hot, wet cavern
relentlessly.
As the kiss continued, he twisted their
bodies slightly then his legs began to move forward, propelling her backward
until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the dresser. Breaking the kiss, he
quickly spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her back pressed up
against his chest. Their eyes met in the mirror and the look of pure,
unadulterated lust that was burning in the depths of his, seared Mya to the
core. Heat unfurled in her belly like molten lava, dripping from her center
onto her thighs.
“God, you’re spectacular,” he said
softly.
The warmth of his whispered words fanned
her neck, making her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Moving her hair to the side,
he began to place feather light kisses along the side of her neck, nipping his
way down to her shoulders. At the same time, his hands came around to cup her
breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as he continued to kiss and nip her
shoulder blade.
A little whimper escaped her at the feel
of his rock solid hard-on pressed up against the cheeks of her buttocks,
sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. She reached behind
her to shove her hand into his thick, inky hair and pushed her hips back into
his pelvis.
“Jay, I need you,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he
groaned against her skin, moving his hands from her breasts to trail a heated
path down to her waist. “I need to hear you say the words.”
She writhed against him as one of his
hands splayed over her stomach and then began inching its way toward the valley
between her thighs. “I-I need you…touching me, feeling me,” she whispered.
His hand traveled over her shaven crest
until it got to the place where she ached the most. Using his fingers to part
her swollen, throbbing flesh, he slid his long, middle finger through the
slickness there. Mya’s eyes fluttered closed as her entire body shuddered with
delight.
“Yes, Jay, more…I need more.”
“Open your eyes, baby girl,” he
commanded. “Look at me.”
She forced her eyes open again and they
collided with his in the mirror just as he slid one long finger into her heated
core.
“Ahh,” she moaned, her head falling back
onto his shoulder as he began to move the digit in and out of her pussy. Her
legs trembled with need as he worked his finger inside her, her chest rising
and falling rapidly with the effort it took to breathe.
“Feels good?” he asked, his hot breath
scorching her ear.
“Y-yes, so good…More, please.”
“Tell me what you want, Mya.”
“Another finger…Give me another finger,
please. Touch my clit, get me off with your hands.” The words spilled out of
her like a plea for salvation, her voice hoarse and raw with unbridled desire.
His lips curled into that devastatingly
hot smirk she knew so well and he winked at her in the mirror as he drawled,
“Yes, ma’am.”
Instantly another finger joined the
first inside her snug channel. Jay wasted no time twisting and curling them
inside her with just the right amount of pressure, causing her pussy to clench
around them. Then he reached down with his other hand to press the pad of his
index finger against the taut nub of her engorged clit and began rubbing it in
lazy circles. Lightning exploded inside her, the pressure of her release
heightening in her core in an instant.
“Oh!
Oh God, yes!” She cried as he
continued to use both hands to work his magic between her thighs. Moaning
wantonly when his fingers rubbed up against the sweet spot inside her, she
pushed her legs further apart to give him more room. He took the opportunity to
increase the pressure of his finger on her clit, moving his fingers faster
inside her. Her climax made a steady crescendo inside her, and when it finally
crashed into her like a forceful tidal wave, a piercing scream ripped from her
throat.
It took several seconds for the
incredible quakes of pleasure to subside but finally her eyes drifted open to
meet his in the mirror again. She could see a definite wildness in his dark
eyes now, an almost feral need swimming beneath their surface. His hands moved
to the small of her back and he nudged her forward so she was bent over the
dresser. Never taking his eyes off her in the mirror, he allowed his hands to
caress her rounded ass, which was now spread wide for him.
“Damn, baby girl, I love watching you
come,” he rasped, squeezing the cheeks gently. “Was that all you needed from
me?”
Mya was shaking her head in dissent
before the last word even made it past his lips. Skewering him with her eyes,
she let him know what she needed in no uncertain terms. “I want you inside me,
Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was breathless and barely audible but she didn’t
give a hoot. “I need you to sink your dick into my pussy and fuck me like
there’s no tomorrow.”
A look at Book 1: Playing for Keeps
Blurb
Left broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy
Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with
her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the
potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees.
Hired as the new
guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and
aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the
formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman
behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in
hopes of finding love.
But will Cam be
able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her?
Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?
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