Forty-Eight Hour Burn
The Service Club 1

Professional Reviews

5 TEACUPS: "Well, let’s begin with WOW! This is one hot book. Tonya Ramagos grabs your attention and doesn’t let go till the last word. This erotic tale takes you into multiple sex scenes that make your heart stutter. Tonya outdid herself on the story beginning the relationship with a ménage. Well done Tonya! I loved this book and can't wait for the sequel." -- Wendy, Happily Ever After Reviews

5 NYMPHS: "I liked that Gaven and Randy were giving Georgia time to make up her mind about what she wanted after spending 24 hours with them. They were both really patient with her, while she was learning what they expected of her. The twist at the end of the story was so realistic because crisis can sometime show us what we really want. I am looking forward to future books in this series and think all BDSM lovers should add this one to their bookshelf." -- Amazon Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

5 STARS: "Georgia’s father was a firefighter. He warned her about Randy and Gavin, who are also firefighters. Georgia just finds them to be so irresistible. Her father passed away, and she has a burning need. Randy and Gavin share women. They are known to frequent a BDSM club. Georgia has only had vanilla sex. Is she ready to be “punished”? Is she ready for the both of them? She has 48 hours to make a decision. They want her as a long-term partner. Is she ready to give up normalcy and move in with them? The sex is hot. This book hits the ground running. The reader will enjoy living vicariously through Georgia. There is m/f/m, oral, and anal sex. This book is packed with lust. Don’t pass this one up." -- Stephanie Rollins, BookreviewsRus.com

4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "I was intrigued with this book from the first time I read the blurb. Ms Ramagos has delivered a spicy tale that lives up to its blurb with Forty-eight Hour Burn. Gavin and Randy are a pair of smoking hot firefighters that had this reviewer panting within the first pages of chapter one. If I were Georgia, I’d probably have gone to the same drastic measures she did to get their attentions. While this book is a fairly good sized book, the time seemed to fly by as I whizzed through the pages. The blending of fire fighting cowboys with a luscious daycare professional is not to be missed. Ms. Ramagos drew this reviewer in so skillfully that I felt every emotion of what Georgia felt. From her need to submit to both men to the anger revealed when Gavin sends her away to think about what he and Randy are offering her. Add to that the extra bit of danger, and you’ve got yourself one helluva a book." -- Dakota, Dark Divas Reviews

4 DRAGONS: "Forty-Eight Hour Burn-The Service Club ignites from the first page. Georgia is determined to have both of her strong and sexy, dominant men, and Gavin and Randy will show her what true submission is about. I was excited by this story right from the start, I enjoy stories in which the men show their true colors. They aren't the civilized men society expects them to be, their demands are up front and open at the start. I also was impressed with Georgia taking the chance to experience all these two daring and dangerous men could give her. All three are strong, independent people who know what they want of themselves, their lives and each other. This story had me fanning my face as the men pulled out all the stops to show Georgia their true desires, leaving no way for her to misinterpret their determination to make her their submissive. This story was definitely a turn on. I wonder what else will The Service Club have to offer in future stories. Can it compete with the flames this story has definitely started burning in me?" -- Judy, Veiled Secrets Reviews

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

“Hey there, sweet thing.” Randy rested his elbow on the back of the seat, finding the silken strands of her hair with his fingers to toy and twist. He couldn’t wait to feel that silk cascading over his thighs as she took his throbbing erection in her adorable, little mouth. But first, he needed to figure out what bothered her. “Glad you could join us today. Are you…” okay, he started to ask, but caught sight of the little rectangular box Gavin held out for him.

“I thought you might want to get started while I drive,” Gavin said mildly.

Randy didn’t miss the way Georgia couldn’t seem to look away from the control as he took possession of it. With the mystery of her stiff movements solved, he relaxed. “Don’t mind if I do.”

He waited as Gavin backed the truck out of the drive, watching Georgia as she watched him. He purposely caressed the control in his fingers, but didn’t turn it on. Each time his fingertip neared the on button he heard Georgia suck in a slow breath.

“You’re wound mighty tight.” He grazed the backs of his fingers down her bare shoulder. Her skin felt as creamy as it looked, soft and sensual like the woman it covered. “Relax, sweetheart.”

“I’m not tense,” she countered far too quickly for believability. She was strung so tight he could strum her like a box guitar.

“Do you know what this does?” When she nodded in answer, he asked, “Why don’t you tell me? I’m not sure I do.”

Georgia made a raspberry sound at that. “Please, you know exactly what it does.”

“The please is nice. It’s not exactly in the context I plan to hear it from you, but we’ll get to that in a bit. The rest, well, whether I do or I don’t is irrelevant. I asked you to tell me.”

She glanced at him, a tinge of red rising to color her cheeks. It didn’t take much to turn her sweetly pale complexion the tempting color of a delicate rose. He couldn’t wait to see her lovely ass the same color that washed into her face.

“It controls the vibrator in my pussy.”

Christ, hearing her make such a simple statement shouldn’t sound so damned sexy, but it did. Her words lassoed his cock and squeezed tightly enough to make his balls sting. “Do you want me to turn it on?”

Her tongue slid along her bottom lip, and his cock turned to stone behind the zipper of his jeans. “I think so.”

“You think so?” He wanted her to know so. Gavin didn’t tell him exactly what his plans were for the day, but Randy had a few plans of his own. Making sure Georgia felt comfortable expressing exactly what she wanted, no matter what it turned out to be, topped his list.

“Come here.” He pulled her into his lap, careful not to jar her sex and push the egg too deeply inside her. When something went deep enough to pierce her tight womb, he wanted it to be his cock, not some friggin’ toy. Able to reach her better now, he delved his free hand between the folds of her dress, pulling it open and bearing her breasts.

“Randy!” Her gasp turned to a moan as he caught her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a little twist.

“Yes, sweet thing?” He gave her other nipple the same treatment, biting back a moan of his own when she squirmed, her delectable ass grinding on his rigid cock.

“We’re in the truck. What if someone sees?”

“What if they do?” He cupped her breast in his palm and lifted it, dipping his head to take the nipple between his teeth for a tender nip.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Gavin whispered.

“It tastes hotter,” Randy said around the hardened point.

“I can make sure someone sees,” Gavin offered. “We could go for a spin through town rather than keeping to the back roads.”

Randy expected Georgia to protest. When she didn’t, he lifted his head to study her. “You don’t really care who sees, do you? You want people to see me having my way with these beautiful tits of yours.”

“I want you to turn on the vibrator inside me.”

Bingo. Randy let himself grin as he repositioned the controller in his hand. “That’s all you had to say.” He pushed the button, adjusting the vibration to start on its lowest setting. A soft hum filled the cab of the truck.

“Ooh. Ahh.” Georgia’s head fell back to rest against the window, her eyes closing as the toy worked her channel in an easy rhythm.

She looked, Randy decided, more beautiful than she ever had in his fantasies with her head slung back, her dress open, and breasts free. He wanted to be that egg inside her, to feel her inner muscles as they convulsed around his throbbing shaft.

He increased the vibrations and felt his jeans grow damp to the left of his zipper. Not from his own pre-cum. No, those were her juices that wet his pants. “Are you creaming, Georgia?”

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate to answer, drawing out the sound like a snake ready to strike.

“You can’t come.”

Her head came up at Gavin’s words, and her eyes widened. “But…”

“It’s all about control,” Gavin cut her off. “Consider this your first lesson.”

Georgia’s gaze snapped to Randy as if she expected him to say something to help her out. He helped her out, all right. He pushed the vibrations up another notch.

She caught hold of the dash with one hand, her other digging into his shoulder as a mewling sound rumbled from her lovely throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, intense concentration taking over her expression. Randy knew she fought with all her might not to come. It was a battle he felt certain she would lose the first time around.