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Many thanks for
sharing my new release, The Wolf on the Run. This is book two in my series, The
Wild Irish Wolves.
The Wolf on the Run – Jorja Lovett
Short Blurb:
Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including
feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she's intent on facing her demons
alone?
Long Blurb:
As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills' pack,
being a protector is in Rory Blake's DNA.
When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone,
Rory's natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for
independence over the years has ensured they've never been anything more than
friends.
Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe
to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up
with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.
Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their
passion and it's all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.
Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets
from the past tear them apart?
Excerpt:
“I don’t know what they put in the drink
around here, but I think I like it.” Rory positioned himself between her legs
and bent down to kiss her.
With moves worthy of an American
wrestler, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Caught
off balance, he fell forward and landed flat out on top of Naomi.
Her dress rode up her thighs to give
him a peek of lacy black stocking tops. His cock responded appropriately. “Are
you trying to seduce me, Ms Duffy?”
“Is it working?” She shoved her
hands down the back of his trousers and grabbed his backside, making it crystal
clear what she wanted.
At his hesitation, Naomi renewed the
kiss, dipping her tongue into his mouth to create a spark that set him on a one
way path. The base nature of his position, his hard-on pressed against the soft
mound of her pussy, called directly to the wild side of him already on the
prowl tonight.
“Are you sure?” He waited for the
green light before he raced out of the trap.
“Have you got any protection?” The
first flicker of doubt crossed Naomi’s face.
At times like this he was glad he’d
been a boy scout. He took time out from their dry humping to pull a condom from
his wallet. “With you, I’m always ready.”
Naomi snatched the foil packet from his
grasp and ripped it open.
“Get ‘em off,” she ordered before
popping the rubber in her ‘O’ shaped mouth. He couldn’t drop his trousers fast
enough.
Naomi slipped off the car to crouch
before him on the ground. In one slow, exquisite motion, she sheathed him with
her mouth. His legs quivered at such an intimate, erotic interaction. When she
stood up and assumed her horizontal position back on the boot, she winked.
That did it. He pulled her legs
towards him until her arse was on the edge of the car and ripped her panties
off. He took hold of his cock and plunged it into her pussy. The sudden
coupling gave him instant satisfaction, but he wanted more. He wanted all of
her. He hooked Naomi’s knee to lift her leg higher, plunge deeper.
The cold night became a distant
memory as her tight heat wrapped around his dick. The raw pleasure of being
inside her was only surpassed by pride at her moans of satisfaction. Driven by
her escalating cries, Rory thrust into her with zeal. He clenched his buttocks
and struck at her core. Who said lightning couldn’t hit the same place twice?
According to Naomi’s cries he’d hit it with astounding accuracy time and time
again.
Her obvious enjoyment brought out
the savage beast in him and all he wanted to do was claim his mate completely.
He buried himself deep inside her, knotting them together so tight he never
wanted to let go. Only her wrapping reminded him they were still in their human
form. The abrasion of her stockings against his skin as their bodies rubbed
together, built up the static charge between them. Until he was at the point
where one more brush of lace would send sparks flying.
Author
Bio:
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish
and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since
she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group,
UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her
permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long
enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
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