Daring Time
DaringTime
Here’s the blurb:
He sees her, wants her, needs her…
Chicago Detective Ryan Daire has many secrets: a love for Shakespeare, an appreciation for the all the finer things in life, and an absolute lack of restraint in the bedroom. Now he has an even bigger secret. In every shifting shadow of the sprawling mansion he’s recently inherited he can see her—tempting, ethereal, and untouchable. Hope Stillwater inhabited that mansion in 1906. Raw desire has formed a conduit between these two passionate souls who are separated by the barrier of time.
Now he has to have her.
Intoxicated by each other’s presence, Ryan and Hope are closer than ever to crossing that inviting boundary between two worlds. But there is one grave danger: Ryan’s job has put him on the trail of a depraved criminal in an investigation that’s risking Hope’s eternal fate and happiness. Now he must do whatever it takes to change history, protect Hope from harm, and set his own desires free.
As one of the lucky few who have already read this book, let me tell you, it is one you do not want to miss! I LOVE Daring Time. It is a time travel book without the usual cliches. The ability to travel through time literally comes as a result of love and desire. These feelings bring the two characters together, but it’s not an easy journey. Ryan Daire and Hope Stillwell are both strong, independent and opinionated, but together, they are an amazing couple. There’s plenty of danger, romance and lots of hot loving invovled. If you don’t already have Daring Time by Beth Kery on your “Must Buy” list, then make a point of jotting it down now. You’ll be glad that you did!!
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The Kiss
The Kiss
by Robyn Michaels
© 2009
Sarah’s breathing quickened when Clint’s fingers slid across the side of her throat before tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. She stilled when his other hand settled low on her hip. She slowly lifted her gaze, over his taut abs, across his broad shoulders, up his lean, corded neck, past his deliciously tempting mouth before finally meeting his gaze. Her pulse spiked in awareness at the heated look in his eyes.
“You have the most amazing eyes,” he whispered reverently.
Sarah took a deep breath to ease the sudden tightness in her lungs. No man had ever paid her such a compliment. If something was mentioned, her eyes were normally referred to as ‘strange’ or ‘unusual’. Never had anyone called them amazing.
“Did you know that they change color depending on what mood you happen to be in?”
“Yes,” she said, giving a dry laugh. “My parents could always tell when I’d been up to something because of my eyes. They’d turn green when I felt guilty.”
“Well at the moment, they’re turquoise—a very pale turquoise. What does that mean, Sarah? Tell me what you’re feeling right this minute.”
Pure desire. Need, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Sarah flicked her tongue over her lips and Clint’s hand flexed in response, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hip.
“I have to know,” he said, his voice pitched low, strained.
“What?” Confusion flashed across her expressive face.
“What you taste like.”
His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back and he pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. He bent his head and gently brushed his lips against hers, surprising her with his tenderness.
Sarah pressed her hand against his chest, relishing the feel of hard male muscles and tight abs. His hand tunneled deeper into her long red hair. His tongue teased at her lips, urging her to open to him. She gladly invited him inside and immediately felt herself becoming drunk on his heady, seductive flavor.
Clint murmured something unintelligible, plunged his tongue deeper into her depths and pulled her body even closer into his embrace. His larger body surrounded her, engulfed her petite frame as his mouth continued to mesmerize and seduce her senses. Sarah arched into him, pleased by the feel of his evident arousal pressed against her stomach. An answering need shot through her veins like a bolt of lightning.
She lifted her arm to curl around his back, felt her own heartbeat racing in her chest, and felt his pounding a matching drumbeat against her chest. Deep inside her soul, something quivered and opened to accept the love that this man was offering.
The White Owl
The White Owl
By Robyn Michaels
© 2009
The dark haired man leaned further back into the shadows of the booth in which he sat watching the White Owl’s dance floor. To be more precise, he was watching the lithe, sexy blond gyrating to the sultry music blaring from the DJ’s booth. The club’s lights painted the pale hair myriad colors as the dancer moved amongst the other patrons. Jameson lifted his glass of whiskey and sipped the warm amber liquid, enthralled by the movements made by the object of his obsession, Lucas Roark.
The blond was soon dancing solo in a small clearing amidst the sea of writhing bodies. A look of pure bliss graced the sharp features of the dancer, softening angular lines and drawing one’s gaze to heavy lidded grey eyes, flushed cheeks and full, pouty red lips. Straight blond hair brushed against broad shoulders as he swayed to the jazzy rhythm pounding through the club.
The dancer lifted his arms above his head, closed his eyes and descended into the music; the crowd disappeared in his enjoyment of the sounds and his solitary dance. His body undulated, his arms lowered, his hands caressed his own body with a lover’s touch. The blond drifted in a sensual world of his own creation, lost in the moment, in the music.
Like the rest of the crowd in the White Owl, the dark-haired man was captivated by the vision before him. Jameson’s breathing shallowed in response to the sexy display on the dance floor. He wanted to reach out, grab the blond and claim him before anyone else had the opportunity. He wanted to mark the pale, delicate skin for all to see that this one, this sensual creature, belonged to him alone.
The music abruptly changed to a fast number, jerking Luc from his introspective state. His steps never faltered as he immediately matched the rhythm of the new song. He threw back his head and laughed lustily as a tall, bald man shimmied up behind him and wrapped his arms around Luc’s waist. The blond twisted and wiggled his way out of the confining arms, continuing to keep pace with the music. The unknown man slipped back into the crowd with a disappointed expression. Luc’s gaze sought out Jameson sitting in the shadowy booth, a sultry smile graced his full lips as he motioned with both hands for the dark haired man to join him on the floor.
Jameson’s lips tilted in a small smile as he slid from the booth, his eyes locked on the blond. He stalked through the other dancers, his vision narrowed on Lucas solely. He saw his lover shiver in excitement and anticipation as he strode forward. He knew he must look like a predator on the trail of tasty prey as he progressed through the undulating bodies but he was beyond caring. His focus was the blond in the center of the crowd and nothing would stand in his way.
Jameson had always loved watching Luc dance; it was, after all how they’d met in this very club. Jameson, like the bald man earlier, had stepped up behind the blond and wrapped his arms around Luc. Unlike the other man, Luc turned into the embrace, looked up and simply said, “What took you so long?”
On reaching the man he loved, and in a repeat of their first encounter, he wrapped his arms around Luc’s trim waist and pulled the blond tightly against him. Luc twisted in his arms, threaded his fingers through Jameson’s dark hair and pulled his head down. Jameson captured Luc’s mouth in a soul searching kiss, thoroughly ravishing the other man’s mouth before pulling back with a smile.
“Happy anniversary, baby.” He pressed another gentle kiss to Luc’s rosy lips. “Two years ago tonight you caught me when I fell.”
“No, I just held you close as we both fell, Jamie.” Luc’s grey eyes were focused completely on Jameson’s brown orbs. “Falling in love never felt so right.”
