Riverboat Named Desire

Professional Reviews

4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "This was a unique story that was well written and enjoyable. I must say that the last line in this book was priceless! It had me laughing out loud and wrapped up the book perfectly. If you’re looking for a sexy escape, you may want to read Kelly Conrad’s newest release, Riverboat Named Desire. The characters board the boat with one set of intentions but leave with a new outlook on life and a love to last forever." -- Stacey, Dark Diva Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

"You're not going to jump, are you?"

She turned, and even in the darkness she could see the sultry blue in his eyes as they stared down into hers. "Mr. Morgan. No, of course not. It's just that I love the water, the gentle rocking of the boat. It's peaceful and very calming."

"I have to agree."

"Was Lady Luck with you tonight?"

"Lady Luck?"

"Yes. You must be familiar with Lady Luck. She's the gambler's mistress, isn't she?"

"Oh, that Lady Luck. As a matter of fact, yes. We had a very good night. You seemed surprised when you saw us earlier. Why did you run away?"

"Embarrassed, I suppose. After all, our first encounter was a rather steamy one, wouldn't you say?"

"I hope you’re not ashamed of what happened. If you are, let me put you at ease by saying that those were the most beautiful soap suds I've ever seen. Never seen them arranged quite that way before."

"How? Sliding down my naked body?"

"If I were a poet, I think I'd be inspired to dedicate a whole poem to soap suds. You know, how they slid down your perfect curves all soft and gentle, how the water made your body shine."

"Mr. Morgan, I don't appreciate you making fun of me."

"Fun? Oh, no. I was truly fascinated."

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd prefer we didn't talk about it. It was an unfortunate incident. You were drunk, and I…well, let’s just say I wasn’t quite myself."

His gaze shifted, resting on her burnished hair, her face, and then her body. "I see I wasn't dreaming. You're every bit as lovely as I remembered. When I thought of you later, I was sure it was my intoxicated state that made you seem so delectable."

"Intoxicated?" she said, amused. "You weren't simply intoxicated, Mr. Morgan, you and your brother were stinking drunk."

"Say, you're not one of those women who thinks drinking is a sin, are you?"

"Of course it is. It's right up there with being intimate with strangers. I'm very ashamed of what I did. I acted like a common saloon girl."

"Or a guest aboard The Desire."

Her face flamed with embarrassment. "I would love to blame what I did last night on this sinful ship, but unlike you and everyone else aboard this atrocity they call a riverboat, I’m not quite that gullible. I would appreciate it if you and your brother will please remember which room is yours from now on."

"Of course," he whispered as he looked down at her glittering dress and smiled.

“What are you staring at?”

“I must tell you that although this dress is enchanting, I liked last night's bubble outfit much better."

"Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?"

He chuckled. "Relax, Ms. Palmer. There's not much in this world that isn't a sin. As for what happened last night, I'd be interested in hearing more of what you think of that. Why don't we go back to your cabin and discuss it?"

He was so close she could feel the contours of his body against her. Her skirt might have many petticoats, and her corset might be binding, but somehow his charms seemed to make her feel absolutely naked. There was no limit to the tiny thrills that spread through her groin as his soft, lush lips grazed her cheek in search of her mouth.

Before she could take a breath, his mouth covered hers, and the warmth of his kiss spread through her, making her feel positively drunk even though she hadn’t had a drop. With a desire so strong she could taste it, she thought of the bold, ornate name on the hull just below her. No matter how she fought against it, it seemed she couldn't escape the magic of The Desire. Now she knew why the name of this riverboat was so appropriate.

A long, drawn out moan escaped her lips when she felt his leg pressing against her, and her own legs parting subtly in anticipation of more. What was it that welcomed his cock as it moved ever-so-gently against her, and forced the breathy whispers of invitation out of her mouth?

"Mr. Morgan…"

"Clint," he whispered.

And then suddenly the magic was broken.

"What are you two up to?"

She jumped as if guilty of some heinous sin, and turned away ashamed. My God, she was going to propose that they go back to her cabin, to engage in—Oh, God, she had to get off this ship!

Clint turned and said, "We were discussing sin and soap suds."

"Sin and soap suds, huh?"

"So, Val, what are your views on the subject of sin and soap suds?"

"I'm for both. Sin to get you dirty, and soap suds to get you clean."

Clint turned back to Lila. "I guess that about says it for me, too. How about you, Ms. Palmer? I've heard your views on soap suds. What about sin? Are you for it or against it?"

 She turned quickly, her face burning with embarrassment. After smoothing her hair and dress, she said, "I've never heard such a ridiculous conversation in my life. If you don't mind, I think I'll go back into the casino."

ADULT EXCERPT

"Please let me go," she whispered. "I'm not dangerous. I don't even own a gun. I'm not a killer, I just…steal a little. I promise to get off the riverboat and never come back. You'll never see me again."

"What do you think, Clint?" Val asked while still washing her face. "Should we let her go?"

"Only if she promises to give the guests back everything she's taken, and—” He hesitated as if he were thinking.

“And?" Val prodded as he looked back at Clint.

"A little replay of the night we met her."

Val's eyes widened in surprise. "Clint, remember what we agreed on. No more…" But when he looked back at her, his words slowly faded. "Very good idea," he whispered seductively.

The look in Val's eyes triggered an excitement in her that began to build. Her heart pounded wildly, and a hellish heat deep in her cunt turned her juices on in anticipation of a big cock she hoped would be penetrating her soon. The night of wild sex they'd had was always uppermost in her mind. She'd wanted it again in her mind, her fantasy, but felt frightened when she thought of it actually happening. With a slight tremor in her voice, she said, "If I do this, will you let me go?"

"We'll talk about it," Val whispered as he gathered her close and rained kisses on her neck and face. “Mmm, you smell like soap.” He smiled. “When I think of you I’ll always remember those soap suds. Beautiful, drifting soap suds.”

Her eyes closed as his breath fanned her skin. She turned her lips toward it, wanting, reaching, begging for his lips while her working clothes were slowly being peeled off her. The moment they fell to the floor, he pressed her body against the wall and lifted her hands, holding them captive beneath his. His lush lips nibbled at her neck, slowly moving into the deep shadows of her cleavage. With slow movements, his lips traced a sensuous path to her nipples, brushing them with his hot breath, and claiming them with his tongue.

Val, oh, Val!

His name echoed in the black stillness of her mind as she recalled the smoldering passion she had known before. His mouth, his touch, his passion that swirled in and around her sent her senses reeling. His touch held magic as his fingers roamed from one sensitive spot to the other, driving her mad with delight. A feeling so strong, gusts of desire shook her.

His lips were hot, his body, as it pressed against hers, made her tingle with tiny vibrations of liquid fire. She arched beneath him as he kissed her, exalting at his smell, his male strength, the heat that wrapped around her engulfing her body in flames. She abandoned herself to the whirl of sensation that touched the soft core of her body.

He then pushed himself between her legs and pulled them up around him.

She writhed, the feeling of his tongue, his body, his cock, alive and anxious as it pulsed and twitched. Finally, she felt him moving his hands down to her ass, pulling her closer and closer until he plunged his cock so deep inside her, she could feel herself being stretched to accommodate him. More and more, wider, and wider she stretched until she gasped, feeling her cunt deliciously covering him like a tight glove.

She whimpered as his cock began to move in and out, encouraging her sex juices to fall over him. The subtle pulsing of his cock was like a pair of wanton fingers stroking her cunt lovingly. Oh, God, how could she stand it?

As he pushed her body hard against the wall, his hips moved hard and fast, his frenzied movements building up an ecstatic fire as his cock plunged in and out so hungrily, Lila could hardly breathe.

In passion, she clung to him, arched her body, offering him her very soul to ravage. She couldn't get enough. When his hot juices began to flow, his hips made one last thrust. "No,” she whispered, “not yet, Val, please!"

A cold wind blew over her until she realized another hard body had taken Val's place. Clint gathered her close, his hands closing over her breasts, his hot, moist breath singeing her skin. With strong arms, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. As he opened her thighs, his lips covered every inch of her breasts with hungry kisses.

“I’m here, Lila," he whispered, his hot, moist breath moving the tendrils of her hair.

The moment he touched her, she could feel the heat of his body course down the entire length of hers, setting her on fire. Her body rose to meet him, anticipating the erotic pleasure she craved. She quickly responded to the unholy seduction that came from his lips, his touch, and his pulsing cock that lay heavy between them. Just when she thought he would let her drown in sweet agony, he settled himself between her legs, and pushed himself in.

She immediately felt her wanton side rise, and lifted her legs. She wanted to ride him. She wanted him to ride her. It was skin to skin, body to body, man to woman, nothing in between but hot, burning sweat.

Oh, God, she could feel his enormous cock as it began to grind in and out of her, sending her into the glorious stratosphere of a place she'd never been. His hardness electrified her, and a long, deep-throated moan slipped through her mouth as he made her his own over and over again.