Sweet Serendipity (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 67,314
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[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Running from a past that threatens to haunt her for the rest of her life, Rayne Carrington finds herself in Eden’s Ridge by chance. She promptly makes the tiny, serene town her home and finally finds some semblance of peace. Six months later, she encounters a dangerously alluring stranger, who turns her world upside down with his mere presence. Soon she is caught in a web of temptation that is too overpowering to deny. But how does she handle a man who is hell-bent on resisting her at all costs?
Christian Stockwell returned to his hometown of Eden’s Ridge, to find a beautiful stranger living under his roof. He is instantly bewitched by her loveliness but he knows that he cannot allow himself to have her. He struggles to rein in the lust he feels for her but how long will he be able to resist such sweetness? It won’t be long before he must surrender to sweet serendipity.
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Sweet Serendipity (MF)
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Sweet Serendipity (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 67,314
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4 STARS: "Sweet Serendipity was a really great romance. I absolutely LOVED how Rayne and Christian first met. Things were confusing between them as they each thought the other was trespassing. I just couldn't help but to giggle a bit at the confusion and yet I sighed with the fact that a very good looking, almost dangerous looking man, found a gorgeous practically naked woman in his home and in his shower. I felt that instant connection and passion these two had from the get go and couldn't be more pleased with how things fell in place with these two characters. Christian was a wonderful hero for Rayne. I loved his slight arrogance, his manliness (those eyes, mmm and that chest). He just seemed to ooze sex and sin. Now Rayne is one heroine that I really LOVED. She is gorgeous, tough, strong willed, with that fiery attitude I believe ALL good heroines should have. When you put these two characters together, their passions soar, and the pages seemed to simmer with heat. Miss Belle sure knew what she was doing by naming this book Sweet Serendipity. Everything was succulent and sweet, yet the passion and lust was intoxicating and hard to resist. With all that said, I give Sweet Serendipity a SWEET FOUR OUT OF FIVE STARS! This book was sweet, sexy, sigh worthy, with a well written plot, a bit of humor and a beautiful cover." -- Marie Brown, Marie's Tempting Reads

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Rinsing off quickly, Rayne reached for her towel as she stepped out of the shower, toweling the moisture from her hair and skin vigorously. She wrapped the large, soft towel around her slender body and went about brushing her teeth. Finally satisfied that she was good and clean, she reached for the handle of the door and swung it open.

Suddenly she was staring down the barrel of a handgun and a hard, cold voice grated, “Don’t move, motherfucker.”

The scream that ripped from Rayne’s lungs was almost deafening, even to her own ears. Terror coursed through her body as she stood rooted to the spot, clutching the towel to her chest, eyes huge like satellites in her stricken face, screaming like a banshee.

“What the fuck? Cut it out! Jesus Christ, you could wake the dead with that thing!”

The sound of the voice coming from behind the gun brought her screaming to an abrupt halt. The stranger lowered his gun and her eyes jerked up to meet his. Another jolt of shock ripped through Rayne at the sight of his face. She was pretty darn sure that she had never seen this man before. She surely would never forget such a beautiful face.

He had jet black hair, cropped moderately short on his head, the top slightly higher and arranged in random spikes. His eyes were a deep blue or rather violet. They were so dark, they appeared almost black. He sported a five o’clock shadow along his strong jawline that enhanced his rugged edge, making him look almost too delectable for words. Her breath caught painfully and she swallowed hard as a totally unexpected yearning swelled in her nether regions. Strangely, she felt no fear now, but her interest was definitely piqued. Who was this beautiful stranger and what the hell was he doing here?

“Okay, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?” he clipped, and Rayne almost smiled at the irony highlighted by his words—it would seem her stranger could read minds.

“Don’t you think you’re stealing my line?” she asked sassily when she finally found her voice. “Last I checked you broke into my house while I was taking a shower in my bathroom!”

Christian’s eyes narrowed slightly and he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t break in…I have a key. This. Is. My. House,” he bit out, annoyance radiating from his every pore.

“There must be some mistake then. Because this is my house, I’ve lived here for almost six months now,” Rayne told him, her brows creasing with bewilderment.

Christian tucked the gun in the back of his jeans and folded his arms. Legs braced apart and eyes narrowed, he studied her. “Hold on, you trying to tell me you bought my house? Without me knowing about it? Not possible lady, try again.”

“I didn’t buy it. I have a lease…one year. Well there’s only about half of that left now but I do plan on renewing it when the time comes. I have a contract and everything. Feel free to look at it if you want,” she responded matter-of-factly, folding her arms saucily. “Besides, this can’t be your house. I leased it from the owner, Isabelle Sutherland.”

Rayne was hard-pressed to note the comedy of the situation. She was standing in her bathroom doorway, naked beneath the towel wrapped around her body, her hair dripping rivulets onto the wooden floor and arguing property rights with a complete stranger who had just pulled a gun on her. Downright hilarious.

“Aunt Belle!” Christian muttered, more to himself than to her. “Leave it to you to do something like this.” He shook his head in exasperation.

“You know her?” Rayne asked, her brows knitting again.

“Like I said, she’s my Aunt Isabelle. My mother’s younger sister and caretaker of my house,” he responded drily.

“Oh! Oh wow…” Her eyes popped wide, forming saucers in her face, and her mouth forming a huge, dubious O. So that would mean she had leased a house from a woman who was not the actual owner of said house? Yikes!

It took her several seconds to regain her composure enough to reply, “I had no idea. I mean she never said anything about…Oh wow!”

Christian folded his arms across his solid chest and he cocked his head, observing her for a long moment. Rayne tried not to squirm under his intense scrutiny but she could feel beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead despite her best efforts.

Finally he extended his hand, giving her a devastating smile, though it didn’t quite spread to his hard, dark eyes. “Christian Stockwell. That would make you…?”

“Ah, I’m Rayne…I mean, Mackenzie Carrington. But Rayne is fine, I prefer Rayne…” She swallowed hard against the lump suddenly forming in her throat.

Christian’s lips curled in a cocky smile and he gave a slight nod. “Rayne it is then,” he said slowly, the words rolling off his tongue in a low seductive drawl. She took his proffered hand, surprised by how large and strong it was. Long fingers enveloped her much smaller ones, sending an unfamiliar tingle running up her arm. Startled by the sensation, she quickly pulled her hand way.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Do you want to know how many women I’ve been with, Rayne?” he asked her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. She whimpered and looked up at him with wary eyes, shaking her head slowly.

“Good…’cause I really couldn’t tell you. And that’s because I have no fucking clue, sweetheart. It would’ve been impossible for me to keep track of them all.” Christian’s words were deliberately harsh and he was grimly satisfied when he noted her discomfited wince in response.

He continued, determined to press home his point. “At the risk of sounding like a total asshole, I’m letting you know that I’ve been with so many women, I can’t possibly remember all their names or their faces. Women of all ages and races. Women from all walks of life.” He watched the play of emotions tarnishing her features as he spoke, satisfied that he was getting under her skin when she twisted uncomfortably in her seat.

“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”

He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every guy that crosses my path…”

Christian pressed a finger to her lips to silence her flow of venom. “Shhh. Just listen to me. I’m giving you an out here…take it. I’ve told you before to stay away from me—that was for your own good. If you take my advice, we can just go on about our business from here, pretending this morning never happened.”

Rayne’s chin jutted up in defiance and she rose from her seat so that her luscious body pressed up against his hard-muscled frame, causing his cock to jump with delight. “What if that’s not what I want?” she whispered, licking her lips. “What if I want you to show me what it’s like to not be so sweet and innocent?”

Christian squeezed his eyes shut to block out the tantalizing image of her soft pink tongue wetting those full, perfect lips and groaned. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he told her through gritted teeth. “’Cause right now I’m about a heartbeat away from spreading you across this goddamn countertop and fucking you till you can’t see straight!”

Rayne whimpered softly and her eyes turned to liquid fire. In one swift motion she stretched up and pressed her lips to his in a hot openmouthed kiss. Startled, Christian was powerless to resist her. His lips parted involuntarily and his tongue thrust out to engage in a primitive dance with hers. Her delicate hands slid around his waist, pulling his hips closer so that his pulsing, needy cock lodged fully against the jutting mound of her cleft.

Her dress rode up around her hips as they kissed ardently, and the heat from her thinly covered sex almost brought him to his knees. Dragging his lips from hers, he pushed the dress up further so it bunched around her waist before grabbing her small waist and lifting her up unto the countertop. “Innocent my ass, you’re a fucking minx!” He growled almost angrily, planting hot kisses just below her breasts and on her taut stomach. His lips traveled even further down to where he could smell her potent desire for him.

Her fingers jammed in his hair and she gripped his head firmly, writhing with pleasure under his touch. “Oh hell, Christian…God, I need you!”

Her words fueled the fire coursing through his loins and he grabbed both her legs, pushing them up until her knees were fully bent and her feet rested on the counter beside her. Her soaked crotch was now deliciously spread out before him.

“Fuck, you smell fantastic…goddammit! I bet you taste like sin.” He growled, then ripped the seat of her panties aside so he could clasp his mouth over her hot, wet cunt.

“Ahhh…mmm…Oh God!” Rayne’s hands released his head to grip the edge of the counter, balancing herself as Christian devoured her pussy like a hungry beast.

He ran his tongue through the slick folds of her cunt, licking up her leaking juices. He slid his tongue along the slit repeatedly, back and forth, back and forth until she cried out, hips bucking up to meet his mouth. His tongue darted inside her opening, undulating briskly before he turned his attention to her jutting clit. His mouth closed over the nub, sucking hard and Rayne’s hands immediately came up to clutch his shoulders, fingers sinking into his flesh as she ground her hips into his mouth.

“Oh God…Oh God…Oh my God! Yes!” she panted.

She leaned back and spread her hands flat on the counter behind her, opening herself even more to his greedy mouth. Christian reached between her legs to sink two fingers into her sopping cunt and began to lick her clit in swift, steady strokes of his tongue while his expert fingers worked her over.

As the first convulsive clench of her tight pussy walls gripped his fingers, the doorbell rang.

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