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Lover of My Dreams (MF)

Mates of Destiny, Angel Chosen 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 158,932
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[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance, fisting, HEA]

Childhood friends, Sam, Rachel, and Roy, were inseparable—three lost souls who protected each other. When Sam’s father threatened their futures, Rachel did what she had to do in order to protect them all. She left. Ten years later, Rachel Williams retreats to the quiet of the Colorado mountains. She needs isolation from the outside world to heal from a brutal date attack.

Sam McCoy has had it with socially elite women—especially his ex-fiancée. He needs to go back to the mountains and create a home, complete with a baby or two. When Rachel is injured, Sam is there to take care of her. He loves the way she defies him, makes him laugh, and makes him need. A future with her would be filled with love and babies.

Angelic dreams help Sam and Rachel know they’re fated to be together, despite the interference of others. It will be up to Roy and his wife Paulette to help nudge fate along.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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While this was a good book, I had more trouble reading this. Maybe because I'm spoiled by her other two series. LOL

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“I’ve put butterfly bandages on your arm,” he told her quietly as he taped down the gauze. “The cut wasn’t deep enough to require stitches but it won’t heal neatly without the butterfly strips,” he explained. Taking a wet cloth, he cleaned away the rest of the blood from her arm and dried it carefully with the towel beside him. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“I’m fine,” she answered quickly, pushing his hands away and leaning forward to get down from the bed. She needed to get away from him. She couldn’t stand the pain of being this close to him once again. She had to keep her distance. She had to stay strong even if it meant acting as if she were angry when she knew in her heart that it was because she wanted to pull Sam into her arms and never let him go. Instead she gave him one last strong shove and quickly tried to stand.

He took sharp hold of her arms and sat her back down on the bed. She was uncomfortably aware of the way that his biceps bulged as he detained her. It was painful to view his body. It was torture being so close to him that she could easily reach out and touch the washboard muscles of his stomach. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from traveling from the very attractive patch of black hair that covered his bulging pectoral muscles to follow the dark hair down the center line of his body, blushing slightly as it disappeared below his waistband to an area Rachel often dreamed about.

“Rachel, what is wrong with you?” he demanded, frustrated by her attitude.

“Nothing is wrong with me,” Rachel insisted, pushing at his chest to get him as far away from her as possible so she could get down from the bed and leave. “I just want to go back to my site.”

Sam stopped her with strong hands on her shoulders. He wasn’t hurting her but he was determined to have her remain where she was for the moment.

“If you won’t tell me where else you’re hurt I’ll be forced to conduct a complete physical examination,” he told her calmly when she refused to talk.

“Just who do you think you are?” she demanded, roughly pulling herself free from his grasp. Her eyes bore into his and was somewhat surprised by his lack of reaction.

“Dr. Sam McCoy at your service,” he told her formally, bowing slightly at the unnecessary introduction.

“Shouldn’t you be working at a hospital somewhere instead of working in a campground for the summer?” she challenged him angrily. “Why are you here?”

“Because the police are looking for me for beating up a patient who refused to answer my questions,” he answered quickly.

Rachel had to bite her cheek to keep from smiling. She had to admire his quickness—that was for sure. If she wasn’t careful he would melt her resolve very quickly. She sat back slightly, folding her arms across her chest as she faced him. She looked at him silently and knew that she was going to lose this standoff.

“I twisted my ankle,” she said finally. “That’s all.” She stressed the last word, unable to stand it if he touched her anywhere else.

He nodded and reached forward to take her two legs gently in his hands then carefully turned her and pushed her shoulder to force her to lie down on her back. He removed both sneakers and socks and examined her ankles in complete silence.

“Did you already soak your foot in the stream?” he asked her quietly when he felt the coolness of her skin.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a total idiot,” she told him angrily.

He smiled slightly and looked up to face her. “I don’t think you’re a total idiot,” he protested calmly. “Only a partial idiot.”

“You’re just full of charm, aren’t you?” she asked him, turning away from him when she saw the amusement that crossed his features. She turned her head to stare up at the top of the camper and ignore him while he wrapped her ankle with a compression bandage and replaced her socks and sneakers, tying the right one loosely so as not to put any more pressure on her injured foot. He turned then and started to put away the medical supplies when he saw her trying to get down from the bed.

“Don’t put your weight on that foot,” he told her abruptly.

“And just how am I supposed to get back to my tent? Fly?” she asked him, barely able to control her temper.

Before she could stop him, he was beside her and lifting her into his arms once again. He carried her from his camper and walked the length of the campground toward her tent.

“How much do I owe you for your services, Dr. McCoy?” she asked him sarcastically.

“It’s on the house,” he said quickly, ignoring her as he carried her the remaining distance to her site.

He deposited her on the lounge chair beside her tent and straightened to look down at her. Turning, he unzipped her tent and disappeared inside it before Rachel could protest and came out with two pillows. Lifting her foot gently he placed one pillow beneath it and one pillow under the crook of her knee then took a step backward.

“Keep your foot elevated and stay off it as much as possible. If you need anything just holler. I’ll be able to hear you from my camper. Loud noises carry in the mountains.”

“Ass,” Rachel muttered, ignoring the soft laughter that her comment caused.

He turned then and started to walk away. “I’ll check on you later,” he called to her without turning around.

“Your bedside manner stinks!” Rachel called after him angrily.

Sam stopped walking as soon as the words left her mouth. He turned around and walked slowly back toward her. Rachel’s heart began to beat a little faster as she saw the way his muscular body had tensed and his blue eyes had darkened.

Flashes of another angry man lashing out and hitting her face made her chest constrict in sudden fear and pain. She held her breath as he leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of her on the arms of her chair. He stared into her eyes, his face mere inches from her own.

“Honey,” he said quietly, his voice a husky calm. “My bedside manner would leave you weak and satisfied.” He looked at her silently for a moment, his eyes sparkling with humor and certainty. He searched her face silently then stood and turned to walk away. He didn’t look back.




Sam watched her eyes and saw them cloud with passion as she looked at him. He leaned forward to unbutton the soft pink shirt that she was wearing. He pushed back the material slowly and gently traced the outline of her lacy, peach bra.

He lightly ran his hand across her breasts, his breathing quickening at the feel of the hardening of her nipples. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her up toward him to embrace her. He kissed her gently, increasing the pressure of his mouth on hers as he pulled her shirt off and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He drew away from her slightly, bringing the bra with him and cupping her full breasts in his hands. Rachel gasped in excitement at his touch and found herself just as anxious to rid herself of her clothing as he was.

He stood then and drew her off the bed to carefully stand before him. He kissed her face, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, slowly lowering his body until he was kneeling before her. He unfastened the button at the waist of her jeans, unzipping them and carefully pulling them over the sexy flare of her hips. He drew them down the length of her exquisite legs, taking an excited breath as she slowly lifted each leg to allow him to pull the jeans from her body and push them aside. He trailed kisses up her legs until he reached her hips, smiling as he heard the soft moan that escaped her.

He looked up at her as she reached for his shoulders and gently caressed his body. Rubbing his face against her hip, he kissed it tenderly before leaning back to view the incredibly sexy sight before him. He traced the outline of her very feminine peach panties, gently reaching beneath the lace to tenderly stroke the soft curls that beckoned to him. He slowly and gently pulled the lace barrier from her body, kissing the feminine triangle of curls as he disposed of her panties. He smiled as he felt her trembling and his heart skipped a beat as she opened herself slightly to accept his searching fingers. He kissed her intimately, slipping his finger into the warmth and wetness that promised him total joy.

Easing away from her, he looked up at her and saw her mouth was opened slightly and her eyes were closed as she gave in to the pleasure she was feeling and moaned. Her honest, passionate response to his touches served to excite him beyond belief. He removed his finger from within her body and kissed her intimately once more, pushing her gently back down onto the bed and spreading her legs before him. Pressing inside of her, he twisted his fingers slightly as he searched for the spot that would push her over the edge of passion. His tongue circled the engorged nub of her clit, and he sucked at it gently, smiling at the gasp he drew from her.

He didn’t let up, aroused by the intoxicating scent and taste of her wetness, and gave in to the urge to bury his middle finger deep within her. Moving in and out of her body to the same rhythm he intended to repeat with his cock once he was buried deep inside of her, he was overwhelmed with the need for his woman. He felt her body clench around his finger as the building explosion burst forward from deep within her. He moaned against her as she found her release and smiled as she called out his name and her cream dripped onto his open palm. He licked the dew from his hand and couldn’t keep the growl from escaping him at the intimacy he was sharing with her. He loved this woman more than his own life.

He trailed kisses up her body, through the tight curls, across her stomach, up the midline of her body, and across each breast to suckle at each nipple before nuzzling into the hollow of her throat. His hands reached up to frame her face. He leaned toward her slowly, finally claiming her mouth tenderly with his.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, looking down into her glazed eyes before he embraced her and kissed her deeply.

As her arms surrounded him, he felt the gentle stroking of her hands across his back. He was unable to contain the sounds of pleasure that her touch drew from him. She caressed him tenderly, slowly lowering her hands to follow the muscular contours of his body, cupping his buttocks tightly and drawing him closer toward her. He felt her hand reaching for the towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist and reveled in the feeling of the excitement she evoked as she tried to tug the towel from his body.

He released his hold on her to stand and pull the towel from his hips and throw it heedlessly across the bed. She opened her arms out to him, inviting him to join her. He stood before her, fully aroused, looking down at the vision that lay before him. His heart was slamming against his chest as he knelt on the edge of the bed then leaned forward to lie beside her and engulf her in his arms once again. He breathed in the delicious scent of her as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I like touching you,” she whispered against his chest as he held her tightly to him.

He pulled back from her slightly and looked down at her. She reached between them and took careful hold of his cock, stroking the hard length of him with such gentle tenderness that he thought he would die from the pleasure.

“I have never wanted a man so much in my life,” she told him honestly, rubbing her thumb gently across the tip of his erection. She liked the feel of him, the hardness, the wetness, the softness of the spongy head, and wanted to feel him deep inside of her.

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