Impetuous (MF)

Incessant Passions 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 31,979
4 Ratings (4.8)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]

The Callaway Corporation recently bought the high-end resort property Jenny Jacobson manages. In that time, they have micromanaged both her and it into the ground. With no budget for repairs, she does most of the work herself. She proves to be pretty handy with most of the daily mishaps, until she meets the mysterious drifter Thomas Beck. In the middle of a plumbing emergency, Beck comes to her rescue and fixes the problem, saving her from further disaster and costly repairs. Despite her best attempts, she cannot seem to get away from this man who shows up at every turn. Regardless of her cold treatment toward him, he turns on his charms. Will his cocky arrogance mixed with his sexy smile break down her tough exterior? If so, what secrets is Beck keeping that could ultimately ruin any chance they have to find happiness together?

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Impetuous (MF)
4 Ratings (4.8)

Impetuous (MF)

Incessant Passions 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 31,979
4 Ratings (4.8)
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This was a great book and a really nice love story mixed with the right amount of steamy sex!! This book really had it all, a sweet love story, suspense and hot sexy LOL. This is a must read and one of Nicole Morgan's best books. FIVE STARS!!!
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5 STARS: "Ms Morgan gave a book that blew my socks off! Holy hell this novel was hot and seriously, seriously awesome. Jenny is a headstrong woman who ends up with an even bigger Alpha male that's hot for her. Wow. That's all I can say. This novel is truly amazing." -- Holly, Reviewing Vixens

5 PLATINUM RINGS: "Wow! I absolutely loved this book by the gorgeous Nicole Morgan! This woman sure knows how to write a steamy romance! I actually ended up putting the book down during one scene to go take a cold shower! Ms. Morgan has a knack for writing sexy contemporary erotic romance. Her books are always detailed perfectly, right down to the last sexy garter! This book introduces us to the beautiful and VERY independent Jenny Jacobson, a woman with a mind of her own & no room for an over-bearing man. Jenny is the person in charge of running a resort property that she has worked with for years which has recently changed hands from the previous owner & into the lap of a corporation that won't listen to Jenny and her reasoning for needing a decent staff. The cutbacks are so brutal that she takes it on herself to start doing repairs in the resort.. And this ends with in disaster, as Jenny, who is a great manager, ends up not being much of a repair woman.. And it also ends up with a really hot, sexy alpha stud named Thomas Beck on top of her! Jenny is too independent to let Beck try to help her when she knows she can't afford to hire him on, because of cutbacks. But she can't deny the draw she feels toward this sexy, hard-bodied babe.. One disaster after another happens & Jenny ends up with the shocker of a lifetime.. Is the gorgeous drifter that she is falling in love with, actually a deceiving lying scoundrel? Will she lose her chance at happiness because she can't trust Beck & his mysterious ways? Or will they find a way to move past all of the accidents & lies of the past and make a future for themselves before Jenny loses her job as the resort manager? This book is so steamy that you'll definitely be needing a glass of ice water by your side! It has equal parts of intense drama, emotions running high & incredible, passionate & oh-so-yummy sex scenes that will leave you hot under the collar and wanting more from the fabulous Nicole Morgan! For lovers of contemporary erotica, this book is a definite must-have and is on my list to re-read again & again! Run over & add "Impetous" to your TBR list today!" -- Vicki Rose, Platinum Book Reviews

4.5 LIGHTNING BOLTS: "Nicole Morgan brings readers a series of raw passion that scorches the pages. Jenny is a woman that refuses to give up even when the odds are against her. Even in the worst situation she fights to keep balance in her chaotic life. And that feistiness flows over to fighting to keep the man she loves. This character really grabbed me. I love a strong heroine and Jenny is a fighter. Beck is a man that thrives on his self control. But when he meets Jenny his world is turned upside down. Even as he tries to fight the attraction nothing prepares him for the fire cracker of a woman that has taken up permanent residence in his heart. I loved that Beck was thrown off by the raw need he feels for Jenny. I found these characters to be deeply emotional and raw. You can't help by become attached. Nicole Morgan does it again. Bringing the readers into a world of passion, love and surrender. This is a must read. Don't miss out on any of Nicole's books. I promise you won't be disappointed. She is a master when it comes to writing romance and readers are lucky to have her." -- Tabitha Blake, Storm Goddess Book Reviews & More

4 STARS: "This story is fun and sweet and thoroughly enjoyable. It’s also very realistic in this era of cutting corners to increase the profit margin. But, while business is the intro, the romance is what keeps this story alive. Clashing views and the desire to please come together giving a wonderful story. I really liked this short story which was perfect in length and content." -- Terri, Night Owl Reviews

4 STARS: "If Jenny Jacobson is the stereotypical Cinderella working to keep the manor clean the Beck is the stereotypical Prince Charming swooping in to save the day. Jenny has been working for months to try and keep the Arcadia Resort afloat with a non-existent budget and a devil for a boss. Independent and stubborn, she does not take well to Beck trying to help her out. Soon passions override all common sense and they find themselves falling in love. I thoroughly enjoyed the unraveling of Jenny. It was really well written and the passionate scenes were realistic and enjoyable. It was a fun escape to an island of romance and a definite must read." -- Angelique Engelbrecht, BTS EMag

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She wanted to see him again, but had no idea if she ever would. He could have already moved on and be long gone. Without so much as a good-bye, this morning may have been the last time she’d ever see the mysterious man who came into her life out of nowhere to seduce her.

The truth was, she wanted to do much more with him again than just lay eyes on him. She wanted to feel his touch, his kiss, the way he felt when he was thrusting inside of her. The memory, the images in her mind, it was all too much for her libido to handle. Her nipples pebbled in the confines of her bra and her panties became moist, dampened with her body’s ache for more.

“Ugh…stop it, Jenny,” she mumbled to herself, annoyed at her inability to get a single thing accomplished since she’d managed to make it to her desk, much later than she usually did.

“Excuse me?” Marianne said from the doorway.

Jenny jerked her head up. She had been so completely lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t even heard her come in, much less seen her standing there.

“Yes, oh, I’m sorry, Marianne. I didn’t even see you there. What can I do for you?”

“Oh, that’s all right. We had a complaint about the television in the main lounge. I was just wondering if you wanted me to call Beck and see if he would take a look at it.”

Jenny sighed. “No, Marianne. Do not call Beck.”

She wasn’t sure why, but she felt a sudden pang of annoyance at Marianne’s question. She had been running this hotel just fine until Beck had come along. She didn’t need him to come to her rescue every time something was broken. Having him in her bed was incredible, but having him prove her incapable of handling things was another thing entirely.

“Are you sure? I would’ve called him myself, but I wasn’t sure if he had a walkie-talkie yet.”

“A walkie-talkie? Why would I—” She sighed. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Well, okay, if you’re sure. I just figured it would be a quick fix for someone of his expertise—”

Jenny abruptly cut her off. “His expertise, Marianne? Really, with all due respect, I appreciate that he helped us with our plumbing problem, but he is hardly an expert on maintenance.”

“I certainly didn’t mean to upset you, but he does seem quite capable, and since you hired him and all I figured it was a no-brainer. Besides, he was more than willing to help this morning with the Jacuzzi issue. So, naturally I assumed that—”

“Excuse me?” Jenny asked her, unwilling to allow Marianne to even finish her sentence. Curiosity-filled anger plagued her from the news that she had apparently hired Beck and he was already off fixing Jacuzzis. Obviously he had been doing things under her nose, and she didn’t care for being undermined, especially in front of her staff. Whether they knew what he was doing or not.

“What? I was just saying that—”

Jenny shook her head and stood up from her desk. “Yes, I heard you, Marianne. What I don’t understand is why I am just now hearing about a problem with a Jacuzzi in a hotel that I am quite clearly the manager of.” She picked up her wooden desk name plate to prove her point.

Marianne stood there staring at her. She gave no response, which only made Jenny more furious. Damn it, Beck! Not only had he fixed something else, but apparently he let on that he was now on the payroll. Well, he would be in for quite the surprise if he actually expected a paycheck. What was it with him? Did he not think she was capable of running this hotel without his help? What the hell was it with men, anyway? She was very capable. Extremely capable, not to mention sick and tired of men trying to steamroll over her.

With an annoyed sigh, Jenny asked Marianne to leave her office. She went into her office closet and retrieved her small bucket of tools. On her way to the main lounge frustration consumed her as she kept thinking about how her whole life she’d had to prove she was capable of accomplishing anything a man could. When would it be enough already?

She rounded the corner of the lobby and entered the main lounge to see Beck standing in front of the very television that Marianne had just notified her about. He was reaching his hand behind the wall-mounted flat screen while laughing and speaking with their concierge about some football game that was apparently the upset of the year. He couldn’t fit into the stereotypical cliché of male species anymore if he tried.


Jenny’s shout resonated in the cozy sitting area. A flush of embarrassment covered her face when everyone in the room turned to stare at her, including her staff members.

“Yes?” Beck’s answer as well as his expression showed Jenny he was just as surprised by her rather sharp tone.

“I—what are you doing? I came to fix that.”

Beck’s amused grin did nothing to curb her anger. It wasn’t bad enough that he pushed her to the limits of her sanity, making her lose all professionalism, but now he was going to stand there with that shit-eating grin on his face?

“Right. Well, now you don’t have to worry about it.”

His arrogance wasn’t helping her mood. “I’ll be the judge of that.”




Her creamy skin looked flawless against the backdrop of the crisp white sheets.

With both hands, he firmly held her legs apart and loomed just above her already slick folds. He could see the glistening moisture already building up and coating her slit. Her excitement and anticipation was evident.

Hesitating for a moment, he looked up at her. His eyes met hers for a fire-charged flash in time. Gently he blew on her. From her pussy on up to her nipples he caressed her with nothing more than a gush of air. His actions were rewarded by her moans as she squirmed under the warm tickle of his breath.

“Sugar, I hope you’re ready and rested. Because I’m going to lick you, taste you, and suck up every last succulent drop you have to offer me.”

This time he didn’t hesitate. His hunger wouldn’t allow it. Dropping his head down, he darted his tongue out and slid it between her moistened lips. Her slit was even wetter than he expected. And so fucking hot he thought his tongue might catch fire.

He had been right in his earlier prediction. She was the sweetest of all the fruits. Like candied ambrosia, her flavor just seeped into his soul and took hold of him.

His tongue moved up and down several times at her slick entrance. As good as she tasted, he enjoyed the tease it provided. She was already fighting him and writhing beneath his ministrations as soft whimpers escaped her. Judging from her body’s response last night and today, he knew she was already getting close. As much as he wanted to taste the honeyed nectar she’d surely provide him in orgasm, he wanted to slow down and prolong her pleasure.

Removing his tongue, he traced small circles around the outer part of her pussy, from one inner thigh to the other, the whole time touching her delicately, taunting her with featherlike kisses.

Her skin was so smooth under his tongue he wondered if she was even real. Maybe she was a goddess that he dreamed up. Some sort of muse sent down from a mythical land to seduce him in his wildest dreams. He fought back a laugh at the thought. If she were, she was damn good at what she did, but even his deepest fantasies had never been this good.

Her fingers ran through his hair, and she whispered, “Beck, please…”

He was never one to watch a woman suffer, but he had to admit his ego did swell almost as big as his cock from her pleas. It turned him on to know she needed it so badly she wasn’t afraid to beg.

Not wanting to prolong her agony, he decided to give her what she wanted. Hell, who was he kidding? It was what he wanted, too! Even with his generosity, there was a little bit of selfishness in his actions.

Opening his mouth wide, he covered her entire entrance and darted his tongue inside her moistened tunnel. The way her inner walls squeezed his tongue, at the same time making room for him, sent his desire to devour her over the edge.

He released her thighs and reached his hands under her ass. Grasping her cheeks, he lifted her bottom and pulled her that much closer to his face. He was now completely engulfed in her soft flesh. If it wasn’t for his need for air, he would bury himself completely inside her, exploring and finding every spot which made her feel good. If he had his way, he would lose himself in her pussy, making her come over and over again.

“Oh, God! Beck! That feels so…”

Her cries of pleasure made his already racing blood shoot straight to his cock. It all but screamed at him to stop what he was doing and bury his dick deep inside her tight pussy. He ignored his primal urge. It wasn’t time for that. Not yet. He wanted this. He fucking needed this. He needed to make her come under his mouth. His urge to make her realize the importance of his touch was clawing at him. She had to know that no one else could ever touch her the way that he could. She had to understand that there would be no one else for her ever again.

He stilled his movements and stopped what he was doing. The possessive thought stunned him for a moment. He wasn’t sure where it had come from, and it wasn’t the first time he’d had such a jealous thought about her. It wasn’t like him to have such convictions about a woman, but damn it if he did anyway.

Jennifer’s whimper was barely audible, but it was enough to shake his senses back into reality though. He looked up at her and saw the disappointment in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring smirk and winked before continuing with exactly what he was doing.

Mere seconds passed before she screamed and he felt her hands clutch his hair, almost pulling it out by the roots. Her pussy clenched and tightened around his tongue as she pushed herself farther into his mouth. Another breathless scream tore from her a second later when she finally peaked and fell over the edge. Her body shook, causing his cock to twitch and leak with pre-cum.

Just as he’d expected, her release was like heaven wrapped into a blissful treat. The molten juice poured from her and he felt as if he was taking a bath in hot, dripping honey. Her passion was pungent and strong. Its essence reminded him of silky ribbons of liquid pleasure.

Beck lapped up every drop like a starving man. The taste alone was intoxicating enough, but the scent she exuded was making him hungry for that much more. He didn’t want it to stop, sure his thirst for her could never be quenched. Even despite her shaking thighs and quivering body, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for more.

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