Intimate Persuasions (MF)

Intimate Temptations 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 57,201
26 Ratings (4.3)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, Cowboys]

Ann moved to Oakdale for a fresh start, and when she met Quinn, a sexy cowboy, she instantly fell for him. Unable to deny herself the need to have him, she gives in to a secret fantasy, only to fear their relationship will end before it truly starts.

Quinn soon realizes Ann means more to him than he ever could have imagined. He feels a connection with her that's much deeper than physical, but he has secret desires he keeps to himself, afraid to scare her with what he wants most.

Will they find a way to show each other their true selves and finally love each other completely? And if so, will Ann give him a part of herself she has given to no man before?

"I wrote Intimate Persuasions because I feel it addresses an issue that many couples today don't confront — their own sexual desires. All too often, we ignore what we truly want for fear of embarrassment or rejection. This story will hopefully show you that with the right person there is nothing so taboo that two people can't share with one another." ~ Nicole ~

A Siren Erotic Romance

Intimate Persuasions (MF)
26 Ratings (4.3)

Intimate Persuasions (MF)

Intimate Temptations 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 57,201
26 Ratings (4.3)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
From an author that is new to me, this is a very erotic tale that grows out of concern that we all share--will the one we love the most be willing to accept us as we are, with all our secrets and hopes and fears? It is a wonderful love story and I found that it probed many of the issues that affect lots and lots of couples. I really love stories that aren't afraid to meet thorny issues head on. Ms Morgan has done just that. One of the best I have read in a long time.
Dr. J
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recommendedread.png5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS, RECOMMENDED READ: "Intimate Persuasions is an erotic, sensual story about life, love, and loss... Bravo, Ms. Morgan, for providing us with a heartfelt, sexually explosive story that encompasses intense passion and unimaginable pleasure between a sexy cowboy who knows not only how to seduce a woman, but also how to love a woman and a beautiful, witty heroine who has a sense of humor and a heart of gold." -- A.J., Dark Diva Reviews




5 DRAGONS: "I couldn't take my eyes off this book. Intimate Persuasions...will singe your fingers from the first page. This story is full of charming men, a daring woman reinventing herself and a very luscious sex life between Ann and Quinn. I was enthralled and kept reading on into the night. I don't know of any woman who could turn down such a studly man as Quinn, who took my breath away in his gentleness and his raw sexuality at the same time. So when the next book comes out from Nicole Morgan I am going to grab it and read it the first chance I get." -- Judy King, Veiled Secrets Reviews

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Frustration overcame her and she kicked the tire. In retrospect that wasn’t the best idea, seeing as how she was wearing open toed, small-heeled sandals. Hobbling and cursing, she caught sight of a car pulling up behind her. Biting her bottom lip on the pain she stood up and looked at the man coming towards her.

“Oh great,” she whispered under her breath. The man had ‘ride me’ written all over his face. If this was going to be another one of those ‘I’ll help you if you help me’ sort of things then he could forget it.

“Well, hello there pretty lady.” He spit the toothpick out of his mouth and continued, “Need a little help, do ya?”

Be nice, maybe he’s not as sleazy as he seems. “Yes, I’m afraid I have a flat tire and I don’t know how to change it.”

He nodded smugly. “That’s all right darling. I’ll fix you up right good.”

You have got to be kidding me. The way that he was leering at her was giving his statement all sorts of alternate meanings. “Listen, I just need help with the tire. I really don’t need help with anything else.”

Not getting the hint, he came toward her. “Oh come on darling, after I fix your tire, you can thank me properly.” He grabbed her.

Ann had been ready. She’d met his type before and knew that his Neanderthal persona was merely lurking beneath the surface. She struggled against him and made her first attempt to knee him in the groin. He had been ready for her also though and swiftly moved out of the way, laughing at her attempt. Her eyes widened at the thought that he might actually be able to overpower her.

He pushed her against the side of the car and ground his hardness against her. Muttering lewd things in her ear, he attempted to grab under her shirt. Struggling against him, she gave her knee another hard and swift thrust upward. She was startled and thrown off balance as her knee was met with complete air. Where did he go?

“Leave…the…lady…alone! Got it?” A tall and muscular stranger who had dark hair peeking out from underneath a Stetson shouted to the man who was now lying on the ground.

 Ann stared at him, mesmerized by the glorious sight of his back side.Damn did he look hot! And that cowboy hat. Yeehaw, ride ‘em cowboy. And how tall was he? At least six and a half feet. She was interrupted from her mini fantasy as he shouted at the man again.

“I said to leave the lady alone. Did you not understand that?”

Stuttering the man shuffled to his feet. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll go.” He got up and ran to his car.

The mysterious and sexy stranger walked to the man in three strides, “Apologize to the lady, and then get your sorry ass out of here!” He was now grabbing onto his shirt and inches from the man’s face.

“S-Sorry ma’am.”

“Good, now get your ass out of here!”

He waited for the man to drive away before turning to face her. Oh my, if she would have gone to a sketch artist and described her ideal man she couldn’t have done a better job. He was complete perfection in the masculine form. And the cowboy hat added to her fantasy about tenfold.

“Are you all right?” He walked toward her as he asked the question.

He was talking to her right? She should say something. Yeah, definitely. Say something, anything.


He was closer to her now and she was fairly certain that the temperature had risen a good twenty degrees. “I ah, I’m fine.”

He gave her a half smile. “Men can be real assholes sometimes, huh?”

She laughed, she couldn’t help it. He was right. Men could be real assholes sometimes. And how nice of him to be so astute to that fact. It was, after all, partially why she had left that jerk Larry and moved here. Oh no, she suddenly remembered. The reason she was on this god forsaken dirt road in the first place. The Roadhouse. She was going to be late for her interview.

“Can you change a flat?” She asked him abruptly.

“Yes I can. You got a spare?”

A spare? What the hell is a-- oh, a spare. “Yeah, it’s in the trunk.”

“All right then.” He walked to the back of her car and waited for her to unlock the trunk. Not even giving her the chance, he reached in and hauled the tire out. “You got an iron, a jack?”


He laughed at her, “Never mind. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him as he walked away. Boy did she watch him. Shouldn’t it be illegal for an ass to look that good?


“Come on, Ann. Let me fuck you, just like you wanted me to. You felt so good when I was inside you. I want to make you feel good, too.” He was grinding his hips against her, reinforcing his request.

She was in awe of how turned on he could be so soon after she had done what she’d done. And what was his tongue doing to her skin? She could swear that she heard her skin sizzling with each and every lick. She couldn’t do this. He’s too large. There was just no way. As if her silence was an invitation, she felt herself being picked up and carried to his desk. After being set down on the edge she felt him pull down her jean shorts, taking her panties along with them. Stop, she whispered inside her head. Why wasn’t she stopping him? Maybe it was because no matter how big she knew he was, she couldn’t fight this aching need she had to feel him inside of her again. Surely she must be sadistic.

He had just put another condom on as he spread her legs apart and positioned himself at her entrance. He removed one hand and gently brushed his fingertips along her cheek. “You are so damn gorgeous.”

She blushed. Why? She got naked, in broad daylight no less, on the hood of her car, and got down on her knees and sucked on his beautiful cock until he came in her mouth. But for some reason him telling her that she was gorgeous made her feel embarrassed.

 Quinn leaned over and kissed her. This time it was passionate. He wasn’t attacking her with his tongue, rather enticing her with it. She reached her arms up to grasp onto his shoulders. She heard a whimper, and knew that it came from her. God, she wanted him too! Why? Why was the need to be filled with him so strong?

He pulled away from her just slightly. His lips just barely touching hers, he said, “Don’t stop me this time. Please. I know I’m big, but give it a chance. Give me a chance.” For reasons unknown to her she was overwhelmed with emotion at his last request. Give him a chance? Had he been with many women before who had turned him away because of his size? She didn’t know him, but felt sure that never once had he had to beg another woman for a chance. Why was he doing so now? And why with her?

She nodded. “Okay.” It was barely a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear.

She noticed that rather than take her quickly like he had earlier, he slowly eased himself inside of her. He watched as she winced in discomfort when he only buried half of his hardness inside of her. Damn. It still hurt, but she couldn’t ignore the sensations that were rolling inside of her.

He quietly asked her, “Do you want me to stop?”

Her heart was pounding. Despite the initial discomfort, she had to admit that it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been earlier. There was a little burn as he stretched her. But that burn was quickly being replaced by tingling. She shook her head. “Kiss me like you did before.”

He didn’t answer her with words, but with actions. He leaned over and gave her what she wanted. The motion caused him to slide a little bit further inside of her. She tensed for a moment underneath the pressure of taking more of him. He almost pulled away and out of her until she stopped him. She reached her hands around his hips and held his body to hers.

“Is it okay?” He cautiously asked her.

She was beginning to relax now. She could feel the walls of her pussy throbbing with his invasion, but it was no longer a discomfort or a pain. It was a warm fluttery feeling. Oh yeah. She could still feel her nerves tingling as she accepted him further into her body. “Quinn. I need more.” She surprised herself at her demand.

He looked at her in shock. “Are you sure?”

In answer to his question, she reached her legs around his back and locked her ankles together, bringing him closer to her. “Ooh…yes.” The sound escaped from her mouth without her knowledge.

As he looked down at her, she knew her flush of arousal was evident. She was moaning and writhing against him. There should be no question of whether or not she was actually enjoying it.

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