Tempestuous Incessant Passions 2 by Nicole Morgan

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.

A Siren Erotic Romance



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Excerpt

 

 

With only a towel to shield him from her vision, Michelle could hear her subconscious screaming at her to reach out and yank the towel away. Her blush grew from her illicit thoughts. She quickly pushed her unprofessional fantasies aside and hoped the blush would only be seen as embarrassment from her clumsiness and nothing more.

“No, it’s okay…I’ve…Ouch!” As they both bent over to pick up some towels, they managed to butt heads. She didn’t know which had stunned her more, the sudden bang against her forehead or looking up to see his face, his lips just a whisper away. For a moment Michelle just stared at him. First his lips, then her gaze went up to his eyes. Their hazel color looked exotic. The mixture of bright green and rich brown reminded her of the feathers of a male peacock. It was nearly enough to hold her in a trance.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I hope you don’t get a bump,” Brad said.

He reached over and brushed his thumb across her reddened forehead. The gentle and innocent gesture made her nipples pucker. She wished that his fingers were caressing her breasts and not her face. Her naughty thoughts always got her in deeper with him, so she quickly moved away in an effort to increase the distance between them.

“Oh, I’m fine.”

Her hurried and less than graceful movements only made matters worse. Somehow, she managed to step on a bottle of lotion as she hurriedly picked up something else. The next thing she knew, he was muttering a curse word as she looked up to see a steady stream of white cream shooting in the air like a fountain as it landed right on top of his head. If the scene had been shown on America’s Funniest Home Videos, Michelle was sure she would’ve taken home the grand prize.

With wide eyes she apologized to him. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m a complete klutz. I’m…”

He grinned, reaching over to place his index finger to her mouth. With a small smile, he said, “You’re human, Michelle. It’s no big deal. And look here, you’ve made the extra towels readily accessible for just such an occasion like this. Granted, I’d rather you had just handed me a towel, but I’ve gotta give you an A for effort.”

Michelle watched as he motioned to the mess on the floor and gave her a polite smile. He was so nice, so kind and understanding, that sometimes she forgot her body craved him. There were times, just like now, where she wondered what it would be like to date someone like him. He was confident, charming, sexy as all get-out, and so compassionate she wanted to reach out and grab on to him just so she could snuggle into his arms.

It took everything she had not to stare at him starry-eyed like he was some sort of movie-star heartthrob as he wiped the lotion from his hair with one of the towels. She could find absolutely no flaws in the man. He exuded sexiness, exhibited masculinity, and was so damn nice she could almost cry. Time and time again he tried to calm her nerves with casual chat. If only he knew what he did to her, there would probably be a giant, Mr. Conrad-shaped hole in the door as he ran for his life.

“Thank you. I’m normally not such a klutz.”

He shrugged. “No worries. Now, how about my massage?”

“Of course.” Michelle smiled, motioning toward the table.

She turned away to give him privacy. Although to be honest, she had to admit that it was as much for her self-restraint as anything else. If she caught a delightful peek at his ass once more or even a teasing glimpse of his cock, she might forget all her ability to walk and talk and turn into a drooling cave woman only able to make unintelligible sounds for communication.

Once he was lying comfortably on the table with his head down in the face cradle, only a tiny towel covered him. Michelle turned back and stared at him for a moment. His skin was tanned to perfection, and the gentle slope of his back leading down to his ass looked like it had been chiseled from the finest marble.

“I’ve been looking forward to this massage all morning,” he said.

So have I. She was glad that her voice didn’t betray her and say the words aloud.

“I’ll pick up the rest of this later. Just give me a moment to turn on one of the relaxation CDs and I’ll get started. Do you have any particular preference today?”

“Actually, can you leave it off this time? It’s always nice in the background, but I like it better when we just talk.”

“Oh, of course. Whatever pleases you, Mr. Conrad.”

She made an attempt to sound casual but feared that she failed. The thought of actually pleasing him sent liquid heat through her body, starting in her womb and radiating outward in waves of urgency.

Get your head right. She reached for the bottle of coconut oil—his oil of choice—and then applied a generous amount to her palm. She worked it between her hands and realized she needed more. Reaching for the bottle she began squirting more when his words stunned her.

“Are you trying to kill me with anticipation? Put those magical hands to good use and start rubbing already.”

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.


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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? 

 

Michelle and Brad are walking a fine line  between casual friendship and lascivious intentions.
Will they throw caution to the wind and be… tempestuous. 

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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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And don't forget...The second book in the Incessant Passions 

series comes out on January 24th, so that gives you two weeks

to read this book and gear up for the next installment!