Dangerous Kisses (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 45,164
1 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense, light consensual BDSM, whipping, sex toys, HEA]

Homicide Detective Megan Pontius hungers for a dark side of sex she’s never experienced, and she knows the man to give it to her, if only he didn’t scare her to her toes. She’s kept her distance from aquarist Drake Allen, knowing one kiss could be dangerous to her body and heart. But when a mutual friend is killed and Drake is the primary suspect, she finds herself wondering if she’s submitting to the domination of a murderer.

Drake wants Megan under his control, and he wants her forever. He’s bided his time, waiting for her to be willing to set her inner lustful demon free. That time has come, and he’s ready to deliver her pleasures more exotic than any she’s ever known. But when he finds himself accused of murder, he discovers he needs Megan more than just in his bed. She’s his only hope of proving his innocence, but does she believe him?

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Dangerous Kisses (MF)
1 Ratings (5.0)

Dangerous Kisses (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 45,164
1 Ratings (5.0)
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5 CUPS: "Detective Megan Pontius loves the sea, and she is continuously drawn back to the aquarium she once worked for. But her real fascination is a man. Meeting Drake Allen has changed the colors of her world, but he has no clue she is alive. Drake Allen is tired of waiting for the sexy Megan to be his. Just when he is finally ready to tell the woman of his dreams how he feels, his good friend and boss is murdered, leaving him as a suspect. Megan is ready to give in, but Megan the lover must take a backseat to Megan the detective, or it will cost Drake his very freedom. Together, they must discover who the killer is. The mystery of Dangerous Kisses is amazingly laid out for the reader. There is virtually no way to guess who the killer is before the revelation. Readers will find themselves thinking the mystery is easy to solve and then Ms. Ramagos will add another twist to sweeten the deal. I have found the writing of Ms. Ramagos amazing, easy to follow and addicting. I highly recommend Dangerous Kisses and the spectacular author who has brought it to life." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance & More

4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Detective Megan Pontius knew when she met him that Drake Allen was a dangerous mix of decadence and domination wrapped into one hot male. That is why she stayed away from him. Reunited when their friend is killed, Megan falls hard for the prime suspect and has to convince herself and her colleagues that he is not the one they should be looking for. Drake literally drips sex. You know the type, the one you look at, envision, and can visualize him sweaty, sexy and slurping you up and down. Yeah, him. He made his intentions known to Megan from the start and scared the heebee jeebies out of her. Now that they have one common goal, he knows he won’t take no for an answer this time. Interesting setting mixed with characters that leave you hanging in suspense at every turn, Dangerous Kisses is definitely full of its title, and so much more." -- Susan, Dark Divas Reviews

4 STARS: "What would you do if your friend and part time employer turned up dead and the gorgeous guy you have been ogling just might have killed him. Hmmm. Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it. Dangerous Kisses is a foray into the world of an aquarium about to go under. In the wake of a murder, our lead character Megan has to see beyond the yummy trappings of a hot diver in a wetsuit and do her job as a detective to get to the bottom of the mystery. Who would benefit most if the aquarium goes belly up? I loved the way author Tonya Ramagos jumps right into the story and brings you into the scene. The aquarium is the life and love of Paul, the owner. He has an argument with a family member and the pressure of the business about to go under. Funny how he suddenly ends up dead. The clues begin to add up and so does the sexual tension between detective Megan Pontius and Drake Allen, aquarist. Megan is hungry for a trip to the dark side and Drake is ready to give in to temptation. The only problem is him being the leading suspect in Paul’s murder. The no holds barred sex scenes in this book are delicious. Anal play that will have you curling your toes and domination scenes that had me longing for a glass of ice water were a great way to spend an evening. This book is a hot read with snappy character interaction, a plot that moves, dialogue that is real and action that fits what is happening in the story. I will be looking for other books by this author. If you like a bit of dark and brooding BDSM with a murder mystery, check out Dangerous Kisses. You won’t be disappointed." -- Thistledown, Long and Short Reviews

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“Paul talked to me about you when I was there today.” She paused, licked her lips, and his gaze was instantly there. Her pale-pink tongue trailed over her bottom lip, and his cock pulsed painfully. He wanted to feel those lips locked around her shaft, feel her velvety tongue as it licked across his sensitive flesh. “He told me I should call you when you got off work tonight.”

Okay, apparently she isn’t letting it go. And isn’t that interesting? Paul told her to call me.

He thought about his last conversation with Paul and knew Paul’s suggestion to Megan couldn’t have happened more than an hour or two before the man had started drilling him about her. “What for?”

Megan’s lips twitched. “To ask you out.”

Drake chuckled. So one of his old friend’s last feats had been matchmaking. Why am I not surprised? “Why didn’t you?” He went for point-blank. What the hell did he have to lose?

She straightened her legs and got to her feet, rounded the coffee table and disappeared into the kitchen.

Drake started to follow her, but decided to see where and how this played out instead.

“I knew how worried he was about that tiger shark,” she said from the kitchen over the sounds of the refrigerator door opening, the cork popping on the bottle of wine, the refrigerator door closing once more. “I also know you. You wouldn’t have left that place tonight if—” She broke off as she walked back into the living room, sheer grief back in her eyes.

“Then you were planning to call me tomorrow?” Drake stood and closed the distance between them. Indecision swirled in her eyes as she held his gaze and actually took a step backward. “Or had you thought you would wait until the next day?”

Challenge sparked with the indecision and she angled her head, studying him. “Maybe I hadn’t planned on calling you at all.”

“Why?” Being this close to her was destroying his common sense. He should stop breathing before he took in more of her strawberry scent laced with tantalizing female arousal. He should step back so that her hardened nipples weren’t brushing against his abdomen. The trouble came in telling his body to do what his mind knew it should.

“Isn’t the guy supposed to make the first move?” she asked, her voice low and damnably sexy.

Drake felt the dynamite explode. The excess of testosterone surged through his bloodstream. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her at that moment any more than he could stop his heart from beating.

“I am.” He hooked an arm around her waist and yanked her hard against him. The wine in her glass sloshed over the rim onto his bicep, and she sucked in a quick breath of surprise. “Right now.” He dipped his head, stopping with his lips the smallest fraction from hers. “Are you going to tell me to stop, Megan?”

He felt her tremble and saw a dart of fear shoot through her heated blue eyes, but neither of those sounded in her voice when she spoke.

“I’m going to dare you.”

A growl rumbled from low in Drake’s throat, and he didn’t stand a chance of swallowing it down. “Bad idea.”

Did he mean those words as a warning to her or himself? He didn’t know and no longer fucking cared. He tightened his arm around her waist, reaching for the glass of wine she held with his other, and crushed his mouth to hers. He didn’t wait for her lips to part in invitation. He invaded, driving his tongue between them into the cavern of her mouth.

Absently, he took the wine glass from her, set it on the nearby bookshelf, then captured her wrist in his hand. He backed her against the wall behind her, brought her wrist up, and pinned it to the wall. He caught her other arm when she attempted to wind it around his neck and pinned it, too. All the while, he continued his assault on her mouth.

She tasted amazing, sweet from the remnants of the wine with a dash of a vixen sexuality he wouldn’t have guessed she possessed. Her tongue met his plunge for plunge, tangling and tasting, stroking his hunger for her into a frenzy.

He pushed his leg between hers, lifted his knee, and pressed his thigh against her pussy. She was wet, hot, and the sounds she made into his mouth as she started gyrating on his thigh were so fucking erotic he damn near came in his shorts. Jesus, no woman had ever driven him this close to blowing his wad with a simple kiss and a hump against the wall.

Could he make her come this way? He was almost tempted enough to try. Instead, he wrenched his mouth from hers and stared down at her. She was breathing hard, her lips swollen from the kiss, and looking up at him with so much fire and challenge in her eyes that he damn near rethought his decision.

“Be careful what you dare me to do next time. It might not end there.” Yes, that warning was definitely meant for her. He knew when he got his mouth on her again, he wouldn’t stop with a kiss. “Go to bed, Megan. Take off those pajamas, get your vibrator out of your nightstand drawer, and masturbate for me.” He didn’t know if it was his order that made her eyes widen or the fact that he had nailed exactly what she would be doing after he left and precisely where she kept her toy. He didn’t know, really. He went for the obvious and, apparently, he had been right. “Think about me when you’re doing it. I’ll know if you don’t.”




“Time to stop punishing me, don’t you think?” she countered, her words quivering with her arousal.

“Almost.” Drake started walking again, his focus returning to the pier, to the spot he had already picked out beneath it. He led her there, the sound of the vibrator and her ragged breaths fueling his every step.

“Our cars are back that way.”

He had to hand it to her. She was a pro at keeping her composure, even with a sex toy lodged in her pussy, caressing her insides and keeping her right there on the edge. It had been his plan all night. He had watched her, turned on the bullet just long enough to put her within a hairsbreadth of coming before he wrenched the pleasure away.

“We won’t make it to the car, and we certainly won’t make it to your place or mine.” He stopped beneath the pier in a darkened spot that provided just enough moonlight for him to see her face. “Right here will do.”

He spun her around, released her hand, and unfastened his shorts. “Suck me off, Megan. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Wicked excitement danced in her eyes as she glanced around before meeting his gaze. “You know I could lose my badge for this? At the very least, I’d be in a world of shit if we get caught.”

Drake lifted a brow. “I thought you liked living on the edge of danger.”

Her lips unfolded in a grin of pure vixen intention and promised satisfaction. “I do.” She reached inside his shorts and briefs, curled her slender fingers around his shaft, and pulled his cock free as she sank to her knees.

Drake sucked a breath through clenched teeth as she started to stroke his cock, slow movements of her satiny hand up and down his shaft, working his length until he felt beads of pre-cum form on his cockhead. Her sinful lips closed around his foreskin, and she licked the pre-cum with a swipe of her tongue that had his knees threatening to buckle.

“Ah, God.” The words left him on a gasp as he closed his eyes, his head falling back to hit the stilt of the pier behind him. Her lips were like bands of silk tightening on the mushroomed head of his dick. She dipped her tongue through the slit in the tip, moaning low as she tasted his pre-cum treat, then tongued the head to the roof of her mouth as she explored the sensitized vein that ran along the underside of his cock.

Drake knew he had been blessed with a larger-than-average cock. Few sex partners had ever been able to take all of him. Megan did it, though. She swallowed his full length with such slow finesse that his hands buried in her hair, fisting the strands tightly as her lips met with the flesh of his body.

His balls quaked from the shock, his anus puckering as a riot of rapturous sensations sizzled through his body at the realization that she had swallowed him completely down her throat. She worked his cock with her lips, her throat, and her teeth until it was all he could do to hold back the begging pants that collected on his tongue.

“Fuck, baby, you have a wicked mouth.”

She moaned again, and the vibrations of the sound tormented him to the edge. Her hand slipped between his legs, found his sac, and rolled his nuts in her palm. His shaft tightened, release one more lick and suck away. He let go of her hair, gripped her upper arms, and pulled her back.

Her mouth made an audible pop as his cock slid free, and she looked up at him from beneath her long lashes, laughter twisting with the heat in her eyes. “I wasn’t done.”

He yanked her up, spun them both around to lean her against the stilt, and went to work on the button of her shorts. “Fuck yeah, you are. I’m not waiting another minute to be inside you.” He jerked her shorts and panties down, delved a hand between her legs, and sank two fingers into her pussy.

“Ah, God,” she moaned, her hips pumping against his questing fingers as he groped inside her for the still-vibrating bullet. “It would be easier if you turned it off first.”

“The remote is in my pocket.” And his shorts were around his ankles. No way was he taking the time to dig for it, especially when exploring her pussy felt this fantastic. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers, her juices drenching his hand as he found the bullet and pulled it free. He dropped it on the ground, straightened, and drew her against him as she kicked off her shorts and panties.

“Damn you,” he growled, fisting his hand in the back of her hair and tugging her head back to deliver a punishing kiss. She returned it with equal measure, her tongue thrashing with his as she wound her arms around his shoulders.

He dropped his arm from her waist to her ass and lifted her. Her legs locked around him, and he stopped with his cock poised to enter her dripping pussy. He wrenched his mouth from hers, using his hold on her hair to pull her head back, and gazed at her.

“Keep your eyes open when I push inside you. I want to watch you. I want to see that you know it’s me when I fuck you.”



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