Pushing Her Boundaries

Professional Reviews

4 STARS: "PUSHING HER BOUNDARIES takes great characters, sizzling chemistry and a great story line and combines them to produce a page-turner of a book! This author does an outstanding job of creating crisp, realistic characters that propel an engaging story. A great read! PUSHING HER BOUNDARIES starts with a very familiar scene. Picture a crowded waiting room in an airport; people filling time, waiting for their flight to begin loading. Some moron fills his time by chatting on his cell phone loudly enough to disturb the people around him. Maggie, our heroine, is desperately trying to ignore the moron, but he's being too loud to ignore. She figures out that he's a doctor and he's giving last minute instructions about his patients to the person that will be taking over his duties. Boy, does he remind her of ex-boyfriends! She's determined that although she finds him attractive, she will ignore him and concentrate on her trip to Minneapolis to celebrate her sister's engagement. She's dated lots of THAT type of guy! Sadly, she finds herself sitting beside him when they finally board the plane. He (Mace) introduces himself and seems to be content to flirt with her. When their seatmate slumps over, however, she finds it handy to have a doctor close by to help her try to revive the older gentleman. She revises her opinion of him somewhat as they work together to try to save the man's life. When she leaves Mace and the now deceased gentleman in Salt Lake City and her flight continues its way to Minneapolis, she tries to clear her mind of thoughts of him. As you can tell from the blurb, Mace turns out to be her sister's fiancé's brother. So it seems that she is stuck with him for the visit. Part of the celebration of the engagement is a short canoe trip in the wilderness. With Maggie's sister in a cast, that leaves Maggie and Mace to head off together in a canoe following the couple that are to serve as their guides. Maggie's sister, Lynn, and her fiancé, Jeff, are going to spend some quiet time in a cabin in the woods while they are gone. Maggie is unhappy about having to spend more time with Mace, but her sister insists she needs time alone with Jeff. I'll leave the rest of the story for you to read yourself. This author has produced a story that I feel is excellent. She involves the emotions of the reader in the story. You join with Maggie in her annoyance of Mace on the phone. You feel their emotions when they are on their canoe trip from hell! I found myself reading quicker in parts trying to get to the end of a section of the story. I liked the character of Maggie. She seems like a quiet, strong woman that's dealt with a lot of duds and deserves to find a keeper. Mace annoyed me at the beginning of the story. The type of person he was portrayed to be at the beginning had me grinding me teeth in annoyance! I'm not sure he changed as the story progressed or whether he allowed us to see more of the real him. The Mace that finished the story had me cheering!" -- Sugarbeat's Books, The Romance Reviews

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

Her breathing quickened and she pressed her wayward body against his mouth, her hands buried in his hair, moving his head, positioning him exactly where she wanted him. Turned on as hell, Mace allowed it. He pressed inward and upward with his finger, hearing her sob, feeling the tiny muscles contract, hard, as her climax began. The thought occurred to him that if he stopped right now, it would be torture for her and he almost did stop, just for the fun of it, but fuck, it would take Superman to pull his mouth away from Maggie’s warm, wet, willing pussy.

She screamed as she came, knees buckling. Mace caught her with one arm, careful to cushion her fall. He lowered her to the floor and reluctantly pulled his finger from her backside. He moved between her legs, forcing her thighs apart with his own. Mace had too many fucking clothes on, but he didn’t care. He had to get inside her. He unzipped his jeans and, shoving down his boxers, freed himself. Maggie reached for him, but he pushed her hand aside. Propping himself up on one arm, he used his own fist to guide the head of his swollen penis back and forth through her wetness. He positioned himself at the opening to her body and shoved. Her tissues were so swollen that he met with resistance and she jerked beneath him.

“Fuck, Maggie, let me in. Let me in now.”

“Too big,” she gasped. “You’re too big.”

“The hell I am. You can take me.”

“No.” She shook her head and he saw the tension in her face.

Be cool. You’re hard as a fucking club. Help her, help her relax.

Mace gritted his teeth and changed his tactics. “Shhhhhh. It’s okay, Maggie. It’s okay.” Keeping his movements slow and easy, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to muscle his way past her defenses and bury himself, he moved just the tip of his cock in and out of her. “That’s right. Just like that, baby, just like that. Everything will be all right.”

At his words, Maggie arched her back, thrusting her nipples toward his mouth. Mace realized he hadn’t tasted them yet. How had he been so remiss? He leaned down and licked the breast closest to his mouth. Her nipple beaded against his tongue, hard and swollen and sensitive as all hell, if the moan he heard her make in response was any indication. He wound his tongue around the soft pink areola and then sucked the hard little bead into his mouth. Feeling her inner muscles begin to relax, he drove deeper into her with each stroke. At last, seated in her to the very root of his erect cock, he lifted his head, tugging on her nipple as he did so, releasing it with a pop. Holding perfectly still, encased in Maggie’s heat, Mace closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he found Maggie staring at his mouth. She looked hungry.

She can’t be any hungrier than I am.

 Mace wanted to be gentle, but he knew gentle was not what she wanted. He allowed his lips to find hers, and he kissed her so hard their teeth clacked together. He bit her lower lip and reveled in her response. She tangled her tongue with his, sucking at him, even nipping him. Maggie thrust her hips against him now, meeting him as he pounded into her.

Fuck, I want to come. He ripped himself out of her and leaned back, putting a halt to the inevitable.

“No,” Maggie cried, and she made her disappointment known, rising to her knees, following him. She wrapped both of her hands around his erection and stroked him up and down.

“Stop,” Mace groaned. “Stop.”

Maggie kept her hands in place. “Why?”

“Because I’m not ready to come yet.”

“Good.” She removed her hands from him and knelt, her eyes locked on his cock. As he watched, she stuck out her tongue and licked him. Before he could stop her, she was on her hands and knees, lowering her mouth around the swollen head. He ran a hand over her nicely muscled back, watching the movement of her head, up and down, up and down, her mouth working him, sucking him, nibbling on the hard ridge. She slid a hand beneath his balls and squeezed gently, moving her palm farther back, circling his asshole with a finger. She slipped her fingertip inside and he jerked.

Maggie lifted her head. “Turnabout is fair play.”

“I don’t play fair,” Mace growled.

Placing both hands on her rib cage, he pulled her upright, bringing one of her nipples to his mouth, and he bit her. She shrieked and he bit her again, then turned his attention to the other peak and sucked it hard, scraping the edges of the swollen tissue with his teeth.

She clutched at his shoulders. “Yes, Mace, yes.”

Giving her nipple a last tug, he lifted his head. “I want your ass, Maggie.”

She sucked in a breath. “You want…you want to fuck me in the ass?”

Mace shook his head. “I want to step between your long legs and hold your sweet ass in my hands while I fuck you from behind. I want to watch my dick vanish into your body and reappear all wet and shiny…with you.”

He watched as she closed her eyes at his words. She sagged in his arms. One of her hands traveled to her chest, a finger caressing the nipple he’d just bitten. Her other hand slid between her legs and she rubbed her clit. “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

Mace sat her down on the floor. She dropped her hands and looked up at him. “Don’t stop, woman. Keep doing what you’re doing while I get my clothes off.”

Maggie smiled then and closed her eyes. As he pulled off his boots, she lay on the floor, stretching out her long legs with those stilettos still strapped in place, placing one on each side of him. Undressing, breathing hard, Mace watched as her left hand toyed with one nipple and then the other, while the right hand circled her clit. She slid a finger lower, and he watched her circle her wet, swollen vagina. Jesus, this woman is going to kill me. He reached a hand over to her and slid his finger inside along with hers. Maggie arched her back, her muscles contracting around his finger.

“Come, Maggie. Make yourself come.”

“Is that an order?” Her voice was little more than a purr.

“Yes, it’s an order. Make yourself come while I watch.”