The Color of Sex (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,620
16 Ratings (4.5)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]

Gabi Smith agrees to paint the three phases of sex, but she is in trouble. While Frustration is her constant companion, she knows nothing of Arousal or Fulfillment and doesn’t know who to ask for help. The first time Riley St. James saw Gabrielle Smith’s work ten years before, he fell in love. When her brother needed a guard to keep his sister safe while he was out of the country, Riley knew he was the only man for the job. When Gabi asks him to teach her about sex, Riley is certain he has died and gone to heaven. Can he teach her about sex and love and the vast difference between the two? Will she be able to translate her lessons of sex into visual expressions? Or will their growing love get in the way of her work?

A Siren Erotic Romance

The Color of Sex (MF)
16 Ratings (4.5)

The Color of Sex (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,620
16 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
This was a short, sweet, lovely story. I loved the heroine and her quirks.
Lea Barrymire
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5 TEA CUPS: "McKenzie never fails to deliver a great story. Gabi is an artist with as many layers of depth as a classic painting. Riley is exactly the man she needs to become even more than she already is. Cooper McKenzie also never fails to create characters that can be completely different from a reader, yet they are so incredibly like us that we can’t help but love them. The novella is impossible to put down. The sex is sensual and truly erotic, following the stages of the paintings Gabi has been hired to paint—Frustration, Arousal, and Fulfillment. The analogy of the story development to the painting series is very obvious, but so skillfully done that the reader looks forward to the journey. I liked how McKenzie keeps her plots fresh. Riley is outed early as a Dom, yet Gabi isn’t a woman who really craves someone to control her. While she likes some of the things he does, her strong personality doesn’t completely cave to his wishes. Through their short courtship, Riley comes to see that relationships aren’t as black and white as the D/s relationships he’s had in the past. Both characters grow, and when that happens, it’s always a happily ever after." -- Clare C., Happily Ever After Reviews

5 STARS: "Gabi is a quirky, absent-minded painter. Her brother enlists the help of Riley, a beefy security guard, to make sure she is okay during his brief hiatus. Little did he know how “okay” she would be. Gabi has to paint 3 paintings related to sex. This is a mighty big challenge, since she is so inexperienced and unfulfilled. Riley is just the man to inspire her. This waif of a painter may turn into a woman overnight. This was a fun and hot book. Maybe deep inside every strong woman is an occasional Gabi." -- Stephanie Rollins,

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Her gaze dropped down his body, and she stopped breathing for several heartbeats as she took in the longest, thickest, most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. The naked male models she’d seen online and in magazines didn’t rival Riley’s beautiful shaft. Even with the icy shower, he remained erect though beginning to droop. He looked so delicious Gabi couldn’t help herself.

Without a thought to her actions, she bent at the waist and took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth. She hummed her delight as his salty, masculine taste tantalized her tongue. Pulling back, she licked his slit then swirled the tip of her tongue around the head, testing the silky smoothness of the skin there.

The groan that sounded above her and the fingers stabbing through her hair to cradle her head assured her she was not hurting him. Opening her mouth, she took him deep, teasing and tasting his long, thick shaft.

Thinking about the scenes she’d read about, her hands began to soothe the skin of his hips and buttocks and thighs. One continued touching whatever she could reach while the other eased up the inside of his thighs to cup the sack between.

His fingers tightened around her skull as his hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth with his cock.

Before she could throw him over into orgasm, he pulled himself from her mouth and hand. The next moment she found herself lifted into the air by strong arms and then face to face with a man who looked like he wanted to eat her alive. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight. She began to hunch against him, trying to rub her throbbing clit up and down the thickness of his shaft.

“You’re very good at that. Too good. Who taught you?” he asked as he fumbled to turn off the water then open the shower door.

“No one taught me. You’re my first. But I have read a lot of books.” She smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. “Those things are filled with all kinds of good ideas about sex.” Shifting her shoulders, she brushed her nipples against his fur-covered chest. She purred as the touch of his silky, wet hair sent ripples of sensation from tits to cunt then out to the rest of her body.


“Uh huh.”

“You do it very well,” he commented as he carried her into the bedroom.

“But you didn’t come,” she pointed out.

“That’s because I want to feel that hot, wet pussy pulsing around me with your orgasm when I do,” he said, laying her in the center of the bed before lying down next to her.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She reached up and speared her fingers through his now wildly curling hair.

Pulling him down, she kissed him, recognizing this was the man she’d been looking for. This was the man she would spend the rest of her life with, if he would have her.

She froze as she realized he might not want her in his life on a permanent basis. Taking this job as her own personal watchdog then becoming her sex muse might just be filling some kink of his. Once Elliott returned, he very well could walk away without a backward glance.

Could she do this? Could she love him for the next two weeks and then let him walk away when his job was done? Could she spend the rest of her life not seeing him, not touching him, not loving him?

“Gabi? You okay?” He lifted his head and looked down at her with a concerned frown as one hand began to play with her nipple.

She nodded. “I’m fine,” she whispered, running a hand down his muscled back to pat his perfect ass before smoothing her way around his hip and across to take his cock into her hand.

Real question was, how could she not?

“Fuck me,” she begged as her hand traveled up and down his shaft. “Show me what fulfillment is all about.”

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