Impetuous (Incessant Passions 1) by Nicole Morgan

The Callaway Corporation recently bought the high-end resort property Jenny Jacobson manages. In that time, they have micromanaged both her and it into the ground. With no budget for repairs, she does most of the work herself. She proves to be pretty handy with most of the daily mishaps, until she meets the mysterious drifter Thomas Beck.

In the middle of a plumbing emergency, Beck comes to her rescue and fixes the problem, saving her from further disaster and costly repairs. Despite her best attempts, she cannot seem to get away from this man who shows up at every turn.

Regardless of her cold treatment toward him, he turns on his charms. Will his cocky arrogance mixed with his sexy smile break down her tough exterior? If so, what secrets is Beck keeping that could ultimately ruin any chance they have to find happiness together?

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.


Available at Bookstrand and Amazon

Excerpt

 

 

She wanted to see him again, but had no idea if she ever would. He could have already moved on and be long gone. Without so much as a good-bye, this morning may have been the last time she’d ever see the mysterious man who came into her life out of nowhere to seduce her.

The truth was, she wanted to do much more with him again than just lay eyes on him. She wanted to feel his touch, his kiss, the way he felt when he was thrusting inside of her. The memory, the images in her mind, it was all too much for her libido to handle. Her nipples pebbled in the confines of her bra and her panties became moist, dampened with her body’s ache for more.

“Ugh…stop it, Jenny,” she mumbled to herself, annoyed at her inability to get a single thing accomplished since she’d managed to make it to her desk, much later than she usually did.

“Excuse me?” Marianne said from the doorway.

Jenny jerked her head up. She had been so completely lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t even heard her come in, much less seen her standing there.

“Yes, oh, I’m sorry, Marianne. I didn’t even see you there. What can I do for you?”

“Oh, that’s all right. We had a complaint about the television in the main lounge. I was just wondering if you wanted me to call Beck and see if he would take a look at it.”

Jenny sighed. “No, Marianne. Do not call Beck.”

She wasn’t sure why, but she felt a sudden pang of annoyance at Marianne’s question. She had been running this hotel just fine until Beck had come along. She didn’t need him to come to her rescue every time something was broken. Having him in her bed was incredible, but having him prove her incapable of handling things was another thing entirely.

“Are you sure? I would’ve called him myself, but I wasn’t sure if he had a walkie-talkie yet.”

“A walkie-talkie? Why would I—” She sighed. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Well, okay, if you’re sure. I just figured it would be a quick fix for someone of his expertise—”

Jenny abruptly cut her off. “His expertise, Marianne? Really, with all due respect, I appreciate that he helped us with our plumbing problem, but he is hardly an expert on maintenance.”

“I certainly didn’t mean to upset you, but he does seem quite capable, and since you hired him and all I figured it was a no-brainer. Besides, he was more than willing to help this morning with the Jacuzzi issue. So, naturally I assumed that—”

“Excuse me?” Jenny asked her, unwilling to allow Marianne to even finish her sentence. Curiosity-filled anger plagued her from the news that she had apparently hired Beck and he was already off fixing Jacuzzis. Obviously he had been doing things under her nose, and she didn’t care for being undermined, especially in front of her staff. Whether they knew what he was doing or not.

“What? I was just saying that—”

Jenny shook her head and stood up from her desk. “Yes, I heard you, Marianne. What I don’t understand is why I am just now hearing about a problem with a Jacuzzi in a hotel that I am quite clearly the manager of.” She picked up her wooden desk name plate to prove her point.

Marianne stood there staring at her. She gave no response, which only made Jenny more furious. Damn it, Beck! Not only had he fixed something else, but apparently he let on that he was now on the payroll. Well, he would be in for quite the surprise if he actually expected a paycheck. What was it with him? Did he not think she was capable of running this hotel without his help? What the hell was it with men, anyway? She was very capable. Extremely capable, not to mention sick and tired of men trying to steamroll over her.

With an annoyed sigh, Jenny asked Marianne to leave her office. She went into her office closet and retrieved her small bucket of tools. On her way to the main lounge frustration consumed her as she kept thinking about how her whole life she’d had to prove she was capable of accomplishing anything a man could. When would it be enough already?

She rounded the corner of the lobby and entered the main lounge to see Beck standing in front of the very television that Marianne had just notified her about. He was reaching his hand behind the wall-mounted flat screen while laughing and speaking with their concierge about some football game that was apparently the upset of the year. He couldn’t fit into the stereotypical cliché of male species anymore if he tried.

“Beck!”

Jenny’s shout resonated in the cozy sitting area. A flush of embarrassment covered her face when everyone in the room turned to stare at her, including her staff members.

“Yes?” Beck’s answer as well as his expression showed Jenny he was just as surprised by her rather sharp tone.

“I—what are you doing? I came to fix that.”

Beck’s amused grin did nothing to curb her anger. It wasn’t bad enough that he pushed her to the limits of her sanity, making her lose all professionalism, but now he was going to stand there with that shit-eating grin on his face?

“Right. Well, now you don’t have to worry about it.”

His arrogance wasn’t helping her mood. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

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Michelle Englehurst finally has her dream job working in a tropical paradise doing what she loves. A routine day at work proves to be more than what it seemed. Her new client Brad Conrad is charming, handsome, and causes a reaction in her like no other man has.

Brad is on a forced vacation by his father, who claims he’s overworked. Begrudgingly, he takes his sabbatical with no intention of enjoying himself. A chance encounter with a woman he can’t get out of his mind changes Brad’s workaholic ways. He finds himself extending his trip and doing everything in his power to spend more time with her.

For days and then weeks the two of them walk a fine line of casual  friendship to lascivious intentions. With time working against the two, they are faced with two choices, take a chance or throw caution to the wind and be…tempestuous.

 EXXXCERPT

Her soft and sweet voice begging him was his undoing. He should have been slow and gentle. He should have eased himself inside her entrance with care and patience. There were a million things he should have done, but in that moment in time, he failed at them all.

In one thrust, he slid inside her. The tightness he had felt around his finger was nothing compared to the intensity he felt as her pussy clenched around his cock. He shouted in both pleasure and pain as his dick throbbed and his balls drew up tight. His orgasm was just lingering beneath the surface, threatening to come if he dare moved.

Her insides were trembling as the walls of her pussy squeezed onto his cock, pumping him. He was completely lost to the slick vise which held him so intently. She was in control, and he was her prisoner. Nothing else mattered as the outside world as he knew it floated away.

He wasn’t even aware his eyes were shut until he felt the gentle tickle of her fingertips raking his stomach. His vision was blurry when he first blinked and tried to focus his gaze on her. After a few attempts he could see her clearly. Her eyes were swimming and looked like there was a dangerous storm of the richest dark chocolate swirling around inside them.

No longer did she look nervous and uncertain. Now she looked magnificent. Better than magnificent, she looked stunning. Her hair was haphazardly lying around her face and landed in a tangled mess against the pillow under her head.

Her plump and delicious lips that he had kissed only a few times, but already knew so well, were pursed together in a silent moan of pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples turgid, and they looked like they could be made of stone, the way they stood at attention just like his cock. He knew how wrong he was, how sweet those rosy-colored nubs tasted while he worked them in his mouth with his tongue and between his teeth.

The thought made him crave to taste her somewhere else, somewhere he was snugly nestled inside. Even though he would probably give up his life’s fortune to taste the sweet juice of her pussy, he wasn’t leaving from where he was. She made his cock feel too damn good with the sweet anguish her tight channel was causing. The pleasure far outweighed the pain of trying to hold back.

She whimpered and flexed her hips, obviously trying to get him to move with her. Fuck, he was barely holding on as it was. If he moved even a little, if he allowed her compact, little pussy to caress his cock, if only for a second, he was a goner. He forced himself to regain control. He hadn’t been this helpless to a woman’s pussy since he was sixteen years old.

Shit, he was pissed at himself. Please her, damn it! Make her feel good! You finally have her, so don’t be a selfish prick and get off before she does.

She continued to move her hips. Her head was moving from side to side against the pillow. Her focus was no longer on him as she tried desperately to work his dick in and out of her.

The slight motion she was able to create was bringing that familiar itch he knew all too well. It crawled through his insides, poking at every nerve ending in his body, screaming to him to fuck her until he no longer felt the agony of holding on.

He refused to give in to it yet. With a shaky hand, he slid his finger through the moist folds of her pussy. Her clit, already swollen, was easy to find, and as he barely touched it, her whole body shook and she screamed.

Her shriek was unlike anything he had ever heard. The way her body bucked under the tiniest, little touch made her look like some sort of mythical creature sent down from the heavens to teach the world how glorious sex could be. His balls cursed him for making them hold on when he was so close.

With increased pressure, he circled her clit once again then flicked his thumb on the center of it, paying special attention to the throb he could feel emanating from it. She was close, so close he forgot about his own agony and focused on her, needing to watch and see her fall under his ministrations.

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Despite Jenny’s cold treatment toward Beck he pursues her relentlessly. Will his charms be too much to resist? Will she act on her desires and be...impetuous? 

 

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It's Release Day and I'm so excited that I wanted to share a HOT eXcerpt from Impetuous! In addition to that, if you go to the Siren Bookstrand Blog, you can read the entire First Chapter for FREE! So, without further adieu, here is your eXXXcerpt...

Her creamy skin looked flawless against the backdrop of the crisp white sheets.

With both hands, he firmly held her legs apart and loomed just above her already slick folds. He could see the glistening moisture already building up and coating her slit. Her excitement and anticipation was evident.

Hesitating for a moment, he looked up at her. His eyes met hers for a fire-charged flash in time. Gently he blew on her. From her pussy on up to her nipples he caressed her with nothing more than a gush of air. His actions were rewarded by her moans as she squirmed under the warm tickle of his breath.

“Sugar, I hope you’re ready and rested. Because I’m going to lick you, taste you, and suck up every last succulent drop you have to offer me.”

This time he didn’t hesitate. His hunger wouldn’t allow it. Dropping his head down, he darted his tongue out and slid it between her moistened lips. Her slit was even wetter than he expected. And so fucking hot he thought his tongue might catch fire.

He had been right in his earlier prediction. She was the sweetest of all the fruits. Like candied ambrosia, her flavor just seeped into his soul and took hold of him.

His tongue moved up and down several times at her slick entrance. As good as she tasted, he enjoyed the tease it provided. She was already fighting him and writhing beneath his ministrations as soft whimpers escaped her. Judging from her body’s response last night and today, he knew she was already getting close. As much as he wanted to taste the honeyed nectar she’d surely provide him in orgasm, he wanted to slow down and prolong her pleasure.

Removing his tongue, he traced small circles around the outer part of her pussy, from one inner thigh to the other, the whole time touching her delicately, taunting her with featherlike kisses.

Her skin was so smooth under his tongue he wondered if she was even real. Maybe she was a goddess that he dreamed up. Some sort of muse sent down from a mythical land to seduce him in his wildest dreams. He fought back a laugh at the thought. If she were, she was damn good at what she did, but even his deepest fantasies had never been this good.

Her fingers ran through his hair, and she whispered, “Beck, please…”

He was never one to watch a woman suffer, but he had to admit his ego did swell almost as big as his cock from her pleas. It turned him on to know she needed it so badly she wasn’t afraid to beg.

Not wanting to prolong her agony, he decided to give her what she wanted. Hell, who was he kidding? It was what he wanted, too! Even with his generosity, there was a little bit of selfishness in his actions.

Opening his mouth wide, he covered her entire entrance and darted his tongue inside her moistened tunnel. The way her inner walls squeezed his tongue, at the same time making room for him, sent his desire to devour her over the edge.

He released her thighs and reached his hands under her ass. Grasping her cheeks, he lifted her bottom and pulled her that much closer to his face. He was now completely engulfed in her soft flesh. If it wasn’t for his need for air, he would bury himself completely inside her, exploring and finding every spot which made her feel good. If he had his way, he would lose himself in her pussy, making her come over and over again.

“Oh, God! Beck! That feels so…”

Her cries of pleasure made his already racing blood shoot straight to his cock. It all but screamed at him to stop what he was doing and bury his dick deep inside her tight pussy. He ignored his primal urge. It wasn’t time for that. Not yet. He wanted this. He fucking needed this. He needed to make her come under his mouth. His urge to make her realize the importance of his touch was clawing at him. She had to know that no one else could ever touch her the way that he could. She had to understand that there would be no one else for her ever again.

He stilled his movements and stopped what he was doing. The possessive thought stunned him for a moment. He wasn’t sure where it had come from, and it wasn’t the first time he’d had such a jealous thought about her. It wasn’t like him to have such convictions about a woman, but damn it if he did anyway.

Jennifer’s whimper was barely audible, but it was enough to shake his senses back into reality though. He looked up at her and saw the disappointment in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring smirk and winked before continuing with exactly what he was doing.

Mere seconds passed before she screamed and he felt her hands clutch his hair, almost pulling it out by the roots. Her pussy clenched and tightened around his tongue as she pushed herself farther into his mouth. Another breathless scream tore from her a second later when she finally peaked and fell over the edge. Her body shook, causing his cock to twitch and leak with pre-cum.

Just as he’d expected, her release was like heaven wrapped into a blissful treat. The molten juice poured from her and he felt as if he was taking a bath in hot, dripping honey. Her passion was pungent and strong. Its essence reminded him of silky ribbons of liquid pleasure.

Beck lapped up every drop like a starving man. The taste alone was intoxicating enough, but the scent she exuded was making him hungry for that much more. He didn’t want it to stop, sure his thirst for her could never be quenched. Even despite her shaking thighs and quivering body, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for more.

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Read the 1st Chapter of Impetuous...

Jenny gritted her teeth and squeezed her pen, almost snapping it. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to listen to the evil little tightwad go on and on, constantly questioning her business decisions. She'd been running this hotel for five years now. The Arcadia was like her baby, and now suddenly every dime she spent—hell, every damn penny—was being scrutinized. Well, no more! This time he had gone too far!

"Jenny! Jenny, are you listening to me?"

She cringed at his high-pitched, anything but masculine voice as he screamed at her once again. Tell him, she silently encouraged herself. Tell him what an asshole he is. Tell him he can take this job and shove it clear up his ass until it reaches the empty hollow where his brain is supposed to be.

"Did you hang up on me?" His shocked tone irritated her all the more.

Calming her nerves, she placed her hands flat on the desk and took a deep breath. "No, Mr Callaway, I did not hang up on you."

"Well, speak up next time, then. You got something wrong with your hearing?"

Calm down, she willed herself. "No, sir."

"Well, then?"

Well, then what? she wanted to scream back at him, but as usual she didn't. Instead she bit her tongue, just like she'd been doing for the past three months ever since the Callaway Corporation had taken over the management of her small resort hotel.

"Yes, of course, Mr Callaway. I'll see what I can do to cut the payroll back a bit more."

"I don't want to hear that you'll see what you can do! Get it done!"

Emphasizing his point, he slammed the phone down. The loud bang echoed through the phone, reverberating into her ear.

A moment passed and she waited for the stinging in her eyes to go away. Then she slowly set the phone down, placing it back on its cradle. Her heart was racing and she knew why. There was no way she would allow herself to be one of those people dependent on medication, though. A minute or two of calm breathing would make it pass and she would be just fine.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in… BEEP…

The loud noise permeated the silent room, startling her. Her heartbeat skyrocketed and the room was now filled with the high-pitched squeal of Marianne, the front desk reservation agent, who seemed to be in an eternal state of happiness.

"Jenny, we have a gentleman here who is inquiring about the maintenance job."

Great. The maintenance job. The one that she desperately needed to fill and had placed an advertisement for. There was no way she could do that now, though. That position for the hotel would be left empty, just like everything else since Callaway and its micromanaging sharks took over.

Shaking her head, she wondered how they even expected her to run this hotel without a full staff. She had already cut back in every department. The front desk staff, the restaurant, the lounge, anywhere and everywhere they were down to the bare bones in employees. Just that morning she had to let go two housekeepers. Now, with his most recent tongue-lashing, there was no way she could afford hiring a maintenance worker.

She hit the intercom button. "Thank you, Marianne. Could you please just tell the man that the position has already been filled?"

"Oh, it has? I didn't know…"

Jenny quickly cut her off, "No, Marianne, it hasn't. Just please, tell him that, okay?"

"Um… sure, Jenny. I'll tell him."

She heard the hesitation in Marianne's voice and knew there was going to be a round of Twenty Questions at some point later that day. The two of them had worked together for far too many years for Marianne not to pick up on the stress in her voice. She didn't want to get into it with her though. How could she explain that this hotel barely had enough money to pay for the guest essentials, let alone payroll, with the joke of an operating budget those vultures approved for her?

Marianne was a sweet woman and someone she would even consider her friend, but she was first and foremost an employee of the hotel. Jenny wasn't willing to cause a panic in the ranks by alluding to the financial restraints they were under.

Stretching her legs beneath the desk, she wished she could go for a run. She missed being able to lose herself in the cool evening breeze as the mist came off the ocean. She missed being able to put her feet up and eat a pint of ice cream. She missed living.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Jenny. You have a job to do," she chided herself in the quiet room.

In the far corner of her office, next to her potted palm tree, sat the bucket of tools she had been avoiding all morning. Glaring at them, she pushed out her chair and got up from her desk. She took off her blazer and neatly hung it on a hanger then placed it in her small office closet. She kicked off her heels and grabbed her tennis shoes. Sitting down on the small sofa that flanked her desk, she laced them up, double-knotting the bows. Two deep breaths later and she walked over to the bucket holding her wrench, hammer, screwdrivers and plumber's snake and strode out of her office.

She approached room one-one-five—the room Mrs Grierson had made a complaint about earlier that morning—and used her master key to unlock the door. Luckily, she was able to sneak in without anyone seeing her. No witnesses meant no explanations. The last thing she needed was to have to explain to a staff member why she had a bucket of tools in hand.

"Oh God." Her whole body cringed when she walked into the bathroom.

She closed her eyes and turned away for a moment, silently hoping and praying that when she looked back it would have all been a dream. No such luck, though. The leak Mrs Grierson had reported was actually a lake—a very large lake, in fact, which was flooding the entire bathroom in one of their nicest suites.

"Well, here goes nothing."

Jenny walked through the water. Her shoes were soaked inside and out after just two steps, making an awful squishing noise. Hesitation wasn't an option as she knelt in inches of water on the tile floor. She studied the pipe that had water pouring from it for a moment before she reached for her wrench. Something her grandfather had told her when she was little stuck in her mind. Righty tighty, lefty loosey.

"Hmm." She smiled.

The concept was so simple, really. Why she had been so worried about having to try to fix a silly little plumbing problem, she wasn't sure. Righty tighty. Lefty loosey. No sweat!

Much more relaxed, she grabbed her wrench, adjusted the fitting to be snug around the pipe and turned to the right, pulling the wrench away from her and toward the… Oh no.

Water shot everywhere, all around her, covering her and everything within five feet. Recovering from the shock, she squinted her eyes, trying to keep the spraying water from obstructing her vision. With water pummeling her directly from the fitting she had inadvertently loosened, she could barely tell where she was placing the wrench. After fumbling through a few tries she finally had the tool snug back around the fitting.

Finally!

She pulled the wrench in the opposite direction and… "Oh, shit!" She screamed the four-letter word loud enough for people to hear her on the top floor.

Somehow in her efforts to tighten the loose fitting she had instead managed to break it, causing a full rush of water to shoot out at her, much like she would expect to see in Yellowstone National Park when Old Faithful would erupt.

"No, no, no, no!" she continued to shout.

"Oh my gosh. Jenny, are you okay?"

Marianne's voice came from behind her but she didn't turn to look. Instead she sat staring at the eruption before her, drenched and completely frozen in disbelief.

Hands touched her shoulders, then moved down and wrapped themselves firmly around her upper arms. Suddenly, she found herself being moved out of the way. She was able to catch a glimpse of a tall man with brown hair. He was saying something, but she couldn't make out what it was over the rushing sound of water.

Then, as if he had magic hands, he reached below the antique pedestal sink and turned a knob. The water, which had been coming out at her as if it was on the attack just moments ago, slowed down to a light flow, then a drip, then finally nothing at all.

The water shut-off valve! How could she have been so stupid?

Her epiphany was interrupted by the tall, wet stranger asking, "Well, did you?"

"I'm sorry? Did I what?" she asked him, confused and still frazzled.

A smile cocked up on one side of his mouth. "I asked if you had considered shutting off the water valve before doing any plumbing repairs."

For the first time since he'd walked into the room she was finally getting a good look at him. This man, whoever he was, was tall and slender, but his wet T-shirt showed her what was hidden underneath the cotton fabric. His chest was defined by muscles and while he didn't have large, overly muscular arms like so many men she saw on the beach these days, they were definitely the arms of a working man. The smile he was giving her wasn't half bad, either. In fact, if she had the time for a boyfriend, she would say he was just handsome enough to be her type.

Time for a boyfriend?

That thought brought her back to reality. Bracing her hands down at her sides she pushed herself to a standing position. Holding out her hand toward his, she meant to shake it, but when his hand met hers she lost her balance, slipped and fell to the ground, taking him with her.

A loud crack echoed in her head when it met with the tile floor. It disoriented her for a second. That was until she felt the strong, hard body lying on top of her. Opening her eyes she realized their faces were just inches apart and she could feel his breath caressing her lips.

Heat warmed her wet body, despite lying there in inches of water. Her heart began to race again, but not like it had before in her office. She swallowed a lump of nervousness as it hit her throat. She attempted to speak, but no words came out.

"Well, sugar. You know, normally I like to spend a little time getting to know someone before I get horizontal with them, but since you're so forceful, I might just make an exception for you." He winked at her when he spoke the last word.

That wink, or maybe it was the words he used, caused that heat she was feeling to sink to her belly. A throbbing tingle shot down to her pussy and awoke all of her nerve endings. It caused moisture to pool in between her thighs which had nothing to do with the leaking pipe. Had anyone else said that to her she would have smacked him and laughed in his face, so why did this man give her the desire to wrap her legs around him and grind her hips into his?

"Who are you?" Jenny asked.

A giggle interrupted him from answering and they both looked over to see Marianne still standing there in the doorway.

"Um… perhaps this would be a good time to see what I can get together to help you clean this up. Yeah, that's what I'll do." With a smile she shut the door, leaving them alone.

They turned their heads back to face one another again and time seemed to stand still for a moment too long. Nervous, she was about to ask him again when he finally answered.

"Beck, and you must be my new boss," he said, with an even bigger smile covering his face.

"Excuse me?"

"The maintenance job. I was the person at the front desk inquiring about it and I think that you should fire yourself from that position and hire me instead. No offense, but you lack certain plumbing skills."

His sexy grin was affecting her more than she cared to admit. That, and the fact that his tone was sounding more and more condescending, was confusing and irritating her.

"I see. Well, we are just fine, thank you. We do not need a maintenance worker for our hotel."

"You don't need a maintenance worker?" Laughter filled the room as he moved off her and lay down beside her, holding his stomach in apparent amusement.

Shocked by his arrogance, she got up from the floor and stood over him. A smirk and a cock of his brow made her realize she was standing close enough for him to see up her skirt.

"Mr Beck, we do not need a maintenance worker. Now, I appreciate the help, but unless you are a guest of this hotel I would like you to leave."

Annoyed with his behavior she walked out of the room, needing to get to her suite and clean herself up.

He shouted to her, "Not Mr Beck. Just Beck."

"Of all the arrogant, condescending, overbearing…" Her voice trailed off, muttering the words to no one but herself as she got in the elevator.