Verdict (MF)

Professional Reviews

4 NYMPHS: "Verdict is quite a story with so many twists and turns, it's hard to figure out who the villains are. I truly enjoyed reading this book, learning more about the main characters and the mob families. The villains are very tricky and they managed to put the blame on someone innocent. Susan's personality is impressive. Her immediate liking of Stone gives her a positive attitude about him, which should help when they are alone. Stone is not a trusting person, yet he finds himself admiring Susan's courage throughout their attempts to keep ahead of the villains who are chasing them. I really admired both Susan and Stone for their ability to overcome each trial they faced. This is a new author for me and I really enjoyed the suspenseful, mind boggling mystery that kept me wondering all the way to the end of the story. I look forward to reading more from Ms. Monroe in the future." -- Goddess Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

He twisted his head and kissed her palm. Her soul melted. Maybe it was the stress of not talking to her family, the aftermath of seeing her best friend die, or having to run for her life, but that one act of tenderness did more to give her hope than any words could ever have done.

“Why don’t you move closer?” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Her logical mind battled with her body. Yes, they’d make love, but once the killer was caught, they’d go back to their old lives, and she’d be alone again.

Stop thinking and just act.

The crackle of the fire and smell of the pine emboldened her. She scooted forward on the pillows until her lips were inches from his. Her fingers found their way into his still-rain-dampened hair. He leaned closer, and she could smell the fresh scent on his skin.

She ran a thumb down his ear. “You should dry off. We don’t need you catching cold.”

“Trust me, I’m anything but cold.” He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her hip-to-hip. “I’ve wanted to hold you from the moment we left Atlanta.”

He closed his eyes, and she knew her looks didn’t matter to him. Her heart soared. She let her body and her desires lead the way. Too much thinking and analyzing would just get in the way. When their lips touched, her mind shut off. Her hands clasped his shoulders, then inched down his arms and over his bulging biceps. She wanted to touch all of his skin, taste him, and savor everything about him. With fumbling fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt and leaned back to let the light bounce off his magnificent body. A thatch of hair was lightly sprinkled across his upper chest, leaving the bottom half to his navel bare. “You’re gorgeous, you know.”

He laughed. “I think ‘gorgeous’ suits you more.”

Her face heated. His hands slipped to the end of her nightgown and tugged the cloth upward. Thrill and lust overwhelmed her senses.

He kissed her, his lips making her believe in forever-after. He rolled on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy, and balanced on one elbow. Dear Lord, he was bigger than she remembered.

A moment later, he’d discarded her nightgown and began sucking on her nipple while he kneaded her other breast. Tender, yet firm, he thoroughly made his way from one nipple to the other, while his free hand explored the contours of her neck, her hips, her thighs, and even her knees. The fire sent out a loud snap, and she jerked at the intrusion.

“Shh.” He kissed her forehead, and she relaxed. He picked up his glass and tipped a bit of the wine into her navel.

She sucked her stomach inward. “It’s cold.” She giggled, the sound foreign to her ears.

“I’ll warm you up.”

He dipped his tongue into the pit of her stomach, and she sucked in a breath, praying he’d go lower.

He couldn’t get enough of her. Her long legs made him forget every FBI rule he’d ever learned. He loved her silky hair, soft lips, creamy thighs, and magnificent breasts.

He wanted her. Now. Without ceremony, he dipped a finger inside her pussy, and she gasped. He had to have her, taste her, savor her.

Without asking what she wanted, he slipped between her thighs and licked her, slow at first, then flicked his tongue fast and furious as her moans increased. Her hard little clit reacted with every motion of his tongue, nearly tipping him over the edge. He wanted to take his time loving her, but the moment she wove her fingers in his hair and tugged, he wasn’t sure he could last.

Her head dropped back onto the pillow. “That feels wonderful. Please, don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping.” Ever.

He ran his hands up and down the length of her legs, while his mouth explored every luscious part of her. He flicked his tongue again over her clit until her breaths increased, and she let out a loud groan. When she was thoroughly wet, he tugged off the rest of his clothes, anticipating how wonderful it would be to once again sink his cock into her drenched pussy.

He’d known her for a short while, yet she let him touch her inner soul.

He tossed his boxers behind him and her eyes widened. “You’re magnificent.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I want to taste you, too.”

She wouldn’t get a complaint from him.

She leaned over and kissed him, tasting like wine. Her hand reached down and grabbed his cock. His breath lodged in his chest. She pressed up on her hands and knees and slid below his waist. When she took him in her mouth, he nearly came.

His balls turned hard, and he had to bite down on his cheeks to hold back. “I need you. Now.”

He dragged her upward until she hovered over his cock. “Wait.”

Her breath hitched. “Wait? You can’t do this to me.”

He pulled a condom out of his wallet from his discarded jeans and waved the foil packet at her. “I’m the protector, remember?” Too bad he hadn’t thought to protect himself when they made love before.

Her face relaxed. “Hurry.”

Once he sheathed himself, she immediately planted herself on his cock again and slid down, her wet pussy taking all of him at once. She bucked up and down and dropped her head back as if the experience was better than anything she’d ever experienced.