Paradise Mine (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 85,609
2 Ratings (4.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]

Rae Anne Jamison and Landy Laurent have the kind of love most people envy--that is, except for Rae Anne's father, a high-powered political figure in Texas. But she and Landy ignore her father’s complaints and focus on their upcoming wedding, planning it for when Landy returns from the newly declared Operation Desert Shield.

Lonely and depressed without him, Rae Anne clings to a preplanned vacation in tropical paradise with him in a year, but when she receives word that he is missing in action and presumed dead, all hope is shattered.

After a few years, she gives up on finding an everlasting love and the life she had planned, and retreats to the open sea. On her sabbatical, she comes face to face with the love of her heart, who returns with less than a little happiness to see her. His eyes shine with anger, and the evidence of a festering wound he's desperately trying to hide is covered by the walls around his heart. If love endures all things, will time really heal all their wounds?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Paradise Mine (MF)
2 Ratings (4.0)

Paradise Mine (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 85,609
2 Ratings (4.0)
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4.5 ROSES: "This is one of those stories that slowly grows on you. The beginning starts off with a sexual bang, then mellows out some as the author takes you through a lot of character development. While the story mainly focuses on Rae Ann for a while, it picks up with Landy at an appropriate time in her life. You’ll find yourself frustrated, angry, confused, and inevitably satisfied by the end with the plot twists and turns. Questions that develop early on will be answered in due time, cloudy plot details made clear. The author does a good job handling grammar, punctuation, and character point-of-view. Overall, it was a really good story and I’m glad I got the opportunity to meet Landy and Rae Ann. If you crave a story with memorable characters and tangible dilemmas, then grab a copy of Paradise Mine by Ronna Gage. It promises to deliver a heart touching tale that will make you happy, make you cry, and likely stay with you a while." -- Willow, Pillow Talk Reviews

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Rae Anne jerked to a sitting position. Several loud noises rousted her out of a deep sleep. “What the hell?” She sat in bed and listened for another sound, or crash to reach her ears. “God, please help me.”

It’s at times like these I wish I had a dog, a gun, or even a bat. Amos assured her this afternoon that no one would bother her if she stayed on the yacht alone this evening.

Footsteps creaked above her.

Frantically, she stumbled out of bed and searched the room for a weapon, anything of use to protect herself. Thankfully, the light from the dock provided sufficient lighting inside the stateroom for her to get around without tripping and stumbling in the unfamiliar surroundings.

She found the mop she used to clean up the shower leak. That’s another thing I have to deal with before we leave tomorrow. She grabbed the mop up by the handle and brought it closer to her body. Testing the weight, she let it out a few inches from her person. “It has some heaviness, but what else?”

The second scan of the room revealed the emergency kit. She ran to the cabinet, retrieved the box from the storage compartment, and opened it. Inside, she found six flares and a gun. “What are you going to do with these Rae Anne?” She lifted the flare gun and loaded it with a single flare. “Knock him over the head with the mop handle, and then shoot him in the ass with the flares?” She rolled her eyes at the ridiculous notion. Heavy footsteps crept above her. “This isn’t a moment to take lightly. You’re under invasion and right now anything will do to get you out of here alive.” Where the heck is that captain when you need him? “Men!”

The footsteps on the upper deck stopped. She almost willed her gaze to penetrate the ceiling to locate him.Where is he? Quiet and slow in her escape from the stateroom, Rae Anne hugged the wall in the shadows. I wish I had someone. The soft cotton of her pajamas warmed her against the chill she felt. To fight my battles with a clear head. Rae Anne rounded the corner, a man sat at the helm. What is he going to do, take my boat? Adrenaline surged in her, a result of the instinct to protect herself and the boat. She raised the heavy mop handle high as she could. At a moment like this, I wished Landy were here. In one swift move she hit the intruder on the head.


He fell out of the chair and landed on the floor on his side clutching his head. She turned on the desk lamp. The trespasser rolled over, and Rae Anne stumbled back screaming—too stupefied to move. She stood by the desk, gawking at what could only be a hallucination. After all, she did wish Landy was there to protect her.


* * * *


“What the fuck?” The throbbing pain in his head had nothing to do with inebriation, but a good hit by a strong force. Thank God the screaming stopped. He concentrated on his surroundings. Heavy breathing came from near the desk, where just a few seconds ago he had looked over the itinerary for the next two days. Who in hell would hit me over the head? “Listen, I’m going to lift my arms up very slowly, I need to know one thing. Are you armed?” Landy raised his hands at a snail’s pace as he said he’d do. Any sudden moves could get his head bashed in. “What did you hit me with?”

“Landy, is that you or are─are you a ghost?”





The world spun rapidly out of control. Unable to breathe, Landy broke the sensual kiss but years of deprived need surrounded them. He saw it written in her expression, felt it under his skin, and literally tasted it on her lips, and he wanted more.

His cock sprang to life. The shaft thickened in anticipation of being inside her. He pulled her closer. Rae Anne wrapped her arms around his neck and draped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the grass. The lips of her pussy rested on the tip of his cock. You can’t spring into action and dive inside her on your own.

He set her down and then pulled a large bath sheet off the bush. He spread it over the grass, laid her on it, and joined her. He took her in, reacquainting himself with her body. Glorious in her making, her thin frame looked well toned,. I bet she swims a lot.  . Her blonde hair looked like a chestnut, her full lips begged to be kissed again, and her fuller breasts invited him to lick her as the nipple and areola puckered under his close inspection.

He came closer, took one nipple into his mouth, and sucked softly. She jerked sensually closer to him, which allowed him to fill his mouth with her breast. She squirmed under him, and he settled himself above her and then ventured lower, glossing his lips over the tight abs of her stomach. Little stretch marks marred her, but no harm done. He tasted the fresh water that clung to her skin. He rose, settled between her legs, and opened them wider spreading the lips of her pussy to expose her more fully. The pit of his stomach quivered at the sight of her opened folds. Her breathing was suddenly erratic, and his eyes quickly found hers. Her face was blushed pink, her lips parted, and her eyes glistened with desire.

“Tell me what you want,” he challenged.

“I want you.”

Her teeth scraped her lower lip. Her soft, whispered plea almost made him come.

“What do you want me to do?” He placed the heel of his hand onto her swelling cunt.

“I want you…to stop teasing…me.”

He understood her broken pleas. “No, more teasing.” The game was over. With a long finger, Landy found the opening he desired. Tight and hot, it almost blew his mind with an early orgasm. She bent her knees, and her folds opened even more. With his finger, he delved deeper inside, then out again, and then in, repeatedly finger fucking her to her first orgasm. The small tremor soaked his finger with her honey sweetness.

Landy knelt lower, placed his hands under her hips and raised her cunt to meet his lips. He took the first taste of what he sought for the last month. The sweet, giving nature of her filled his mouth. He ate until she bucked and almost screamed. He sucked on the tiny bud until she sprayed his face with her pent-up release. Landy kissed his way up her body and then hovered above her lips. “No more waiting.” His tongue parted her lips and made the upper persuasion for his cock to make the lower invasion into the sacred world of intimacy. There was no turning back for either of them. They crossed the threshold of familiarity.

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