Cameron Manning has never forgotten his first love. Of Irish descent, he met red-haired, fiery tempered Lacey Kerrigan in England, but her family returns to Ireland unexpectedly and they haven’t had any means of contact. When he finds her, he receives the surprise of his life.

Lacey is thrilled to see Cameron but is afraid of being hurt again. She keeps her distance and rebuffs his advances while he’s in Ireland, certain that a long distance affair will never work. But when tickets arrive for her to visit his home in Canada, she realizes his love is true and is willing to give them a second chance.

Fate intervenes when they find a murdered man on Cameron’s back deck. All evidence points to Cameron as the killer. Can their reawakened love survive the stress of a murder investigation? Or will it be the catalyst that drives them apart forever?

Cameron's Quest
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Cameron’s room faced the back of the property, the only light coming from the full moon as it made its assent. Her body immersed in the silvery rays, she appeared almost incandescent, as if lit by an inner glow.

Lacey reached to pull her sweater over her head, but he stalled her with a hand on her arm. “Allow me.”

He cradled her in his arms for a moment, relishing in the delight of having her near. Then he kissed her again, reawaking the passion that was forever lurking beneath the surface. As they kissed, he worked his hands up under her sweater, locating her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze before cupping them lightly and running his thumbs over the turgid tips. She thrust out her chest, pushing against his hands, wanting more, and he gave it to her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into position in front of him, then pushed her sweater up and over her head. “So beautiful,” he mouthed against her skin as he lavished kisses all over. He suckled one nipple while massaging the other, squeezing and rubbing it between thumb and forefinger before switching sides. Her hands tangled in his hair as she held him tight and arched against him.

He couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted like creamed honey, so sweet that he had to taste his fill even as one hand wandered down to cup her delicate mound through her jeans. Lacey reached to undo the snap and zip, pushing the material down over her hips. He stood and laid her down on the bed to pull them off the rest of the way. Down on his knees, he kissed her belly, then parted her curls to delve into her warmth.

She was wet for him, her honey-sweet juices hot on his tongue as he laved her clit and dipped it inside, causing her back to arch off the bed. He settled her legs over his shoulders and suckled to his heart’s content as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. Only when she’d climaxed did he release his hold and rise to stand at the juncture of her thighs, her legs still over his shoulders and her bottom clear of the bed, as he plunged to the hilt.

Her insides clenched around him at the invasion, then relaxed and he began to move, in and out in an age-old rhythm to a song only they could hear. She met his moves, thrust for thrust, their bodies sweat-slicked, their breaths coming in short, hard gasps as completion neared. Her hands were soft as they traveled over his skin, played with his nipples and rested on his ass as she pulled him ever closer…deeper. When he felt her insides clench in readiness, he reached beneath her and pulled her upper body toward his, capturing her lips in a mind-blowing kiss as sensation washed over him in waves. Her scream of pleasure vibrated against his tongue, but was silenced by their kiss as he continued pumping in and out, draining them both.

Camlay down beside her, cradling her in his arms. The only sound in the room was their harsh breaths as they struggled to take in much-needed air.

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