[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, HEA]
The land remembers…
Built on a cursed patch of land, George Simpson's house of horrors ruined many lives. Author Steve Corey rents it as a surprise in a desperate attempt to salvage what's left of his marriage.
Samantha Corey thought getting Steve sober in the early days of their marriage would be the hard part, but she's reached the end of her rope and is ready to leave. It doesn't help that her thoughts have turned to Matt Barry, Steve's best friend—and her old love.
Now, Samantha needs Matt more than ever as Steve's behavior deteriorates. She wonders if her husband's sick, drinking again, or if her own sanity's in question. The house has a dark agenda. Even though she's ready to divorce Steve, she's not ready to relinquish his soul to the ancient evil enveloping him. Can she and Matt pull him from Out of the Darkness?
Note: This book has been extensively expanded. It was previously published with another publisher and was a 2010 EPIC winner.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
- C. R. Hope
4.75 STARS: "I’m a huge Tymber Dalton fan, and to be honest I have wanted to read this book since I read the description. I had to beat my chicken side down to read it, but I am so glad I did. Although it had me scared shitless, I enjoyed the hell out of it! I honestly could not stop reading until it was done. This is a wonderfully written beauty of a story!!For years this house and land has been causing tragedies, and now Sami’s husband, Steve, has surprised her with renting it for the summer. From the get go the house doesn’t feel right so she decides to do some research on it. Being a writer she sees the potential for a book on the house’s history. Sami is at her wits end with Steve. She has told him this is his last chance at saving their marriage and it isn’t going so good. Since moving into the house Steve’s moods have gotten even worse and at times he doesn’t even seem like his self. She suspects he is drinking again, but can’t find any evidence to prove that. Steve loves his wife and will do whatever it takes to save his marriage. He doesn’t think he can, and he can’t seem to fight of these dark thoughts and voices that have surrounded him. Can he win the fight against the evils of this house before something bad happens to him or Sami?? Matt is Steve’s best friend and agent, and unbeknown to Steve he is Sami’s former lover. They have a history from before Matt introduced Sami and Steve, a past that has never been resolved. Sami is tired of fighting for Steve to treat her good and tired of fighting her feelings for Matt. But first they have to fight to save Steve from this house. Can they do that before it’s too late?? I can’t say enough good about this book!! I enjoyed it sooo much. I’m the world’s biggest chicken, but I love stories like this. I am a huge fan of great ghost stories!! This one doesn’t disappoint!! Just when you think you have it all figured out another twist pops up and shocks you!! I put this one up there with classics like the Shinning and Amityville. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as I did!!" -- KC Lu, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
He carried her drink upstairs and found her stretched out across her bed, a playful smile lighting her face. “Why, sir, I do believe you’re trying to seduce me.”
He laughed. Yeah, she was buzzed. “I think it’s the other way around, madam.” She sat up and took the drink from him.
“Which way around would that be?” She rolled over on her tummy without spilling her drink and wiggled her hips at him. “This way around?”
He fought a losing battle for control. She wasn’t the only one who’d gone months without sex.
He took her drink and rolled her over, grabbing her good hand and pulling her to her feet. “Not here,” he said, serious. “Not in this room.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, backing them out of the bedroom and into the guest room.
He set her glass on the dresser without breaking their kiss, and they worked their way to the bed. He slipped the condoms out of his pocket and put them on the bedside table.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
He put his arms around her and gave up all pretense of resisting, devouring her with his lips, working his way from her mouth down her neck to her breasts. She moaned, pulling his face tight against her, as he drifted lower.
He knelt before her and pushed her thighs apart. Seconds after his lips and tongue started working on her clit, he had her gasping for breath, begging, pleading for him not to stop.
He didn’t. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy as he wrapped his lips around her clit and lightly sucked.
He felt the muscles of her pussy contracting around his fingers as she exploded. She held on to his shoulders as he made her come three times, hard, in quick succession. Her body trembled when he stood and lowered her to the bed to finish what he started.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Wow,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Wow.”
He dropped his pants, and she pulled him closer to the bed, not letting him sit. As he twined his fingers in her hair and felt her mouth on his cock, his knees nearly buckled.
She apparently remembered things, too. Without hesitation her tongue circled the head of his cock, exactly as he remembered. She gently flicked the underside of his head, in the sensitive spot there that she’d always taken great pleasure in tormenting when giving him head. With one hand she held the base of his cock, and with the other she cupped his sac.
She stopped short of giving him release. She pulled him onto the bed and rolled on top of him, pinning him, teasing him, forcing him to cool down to a slow simmer.
He gave in, letting her remind him of all the nights they’d spent exploring each others’ bodies, learning ways to make the other moan.
He heard a rustling noise. In seconds, she had the condom on him and he easily slid his cock inside her. She was more than ready.
He gasped, resting his hands on her hips and thrusting up to meet her. They were both a few pounds heavier but still fit perfectly. She leaned forward, still in control, kissing him. His hands caressed her breasts, and he played with her nipples while she set a slow, steady rhythm that even this close to the brink would keep him simmering for a while.
He slipped a hand between them, finding the spot he knew would melt her, rubbing her clit and wanting to feel her come around his cock. She moaned. In a few minutes he felt her contract around him, knowing she’d come again.