[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HFN]
Exactly one year ago, Samantha "Sam" Emery was nearly killed by her ex-lover. Now as an executive chef for Kalen Industries in New York, Sam has struggled to move on.
At K.I.'s annual party, Sam is seduced to the dance floor by a man she only met once in passing. Passions ignite, and one dance leads to a fiery one-night stand with a man she thinks she will never see again.
Sam is pursued by Austin, a man who knows something about her troubled past. Caught by Austin and the physical scars of her past, will Sam realize she has something worth fighting for before it's too late?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS, A RECOMMENDED READ: "Samantha is broken - an attack by a crazy ex has left her scarred, emotionally as well as physically. It has also caused her to run from her job in her brother's restaurant in Chicago to one in an executive kitchen in New York. A year after her attack, she finds a determined man wanting to get past all her barriers and teach her to trust and love again. Tatum Throne has created a very interesting character in Sam. She is somehow fragile, yet strong, determined, yet flighty, all wrapped up in one woman. Austin is a little harder to get a grip on because the novella follows Sam's thought processes, but he does come across as being strong and determined when he wants something. Together they leave the impression that they can make anything happen. The relationship happened extremely fast - I think they may have been better served by talking a little more and having sex a little less, but it made for a good read. I also liked all the secondary characters - Sam's co-workers and brother Ryan, especially. (And I would love to know more about Colin and Quinn!) This is a fast, enjoyable story." -- Amanda, The TBR Pile
4 ANGELS: "Last year, while Samantha was working as a chef's in her brother's restaurant, she was attacked by her ex-boyfriend and almost killed. Now living in New York, she works as an executive chef for Kalen Industries. During a company party, she meets Austin, a sexy stranger, and has a one-night stand with him. She thinks one night is all they'll have and doesn't want to allow more than that. But Austin won't allow her to hide or run away...even when she learns who he really is and how he came into her life. Austin is one intense man. He comes at Sam like a runaway freight train and doesn't allow her to breathe. He doesn't slowly take away her defenses. He rips them down like a wrecking ball. His way of loving is sexy, edgy and delicious. Yet, he's one seriously honorable man, staying through Sam's issues, as she rediscovers love and life. Sam puts on a good front. She's competent and assertive, even while remembering her past trauma. She's certainly no shrinking violet. These two strong personalities make the sex molten and ferocious. My only complaint is that the story ceased so abruptly. HEA notwithstanding, I felt that as soon as their happy ending was reached, the author felt it was simply time to stop writing. I wish there was a little more finesse to the way the story ended. Other than that, the plot and the characters were highly entertaining." -- Bella, Fallen Angel Reviews
Samantha Emery was being watched.
She could feel it. Not for the first time that night, she scanned the room, but saw no one. A rush of tempered excitement coursed through her blood at the possibility that a man could want her again.
She left the hot, crowded dance floor, feeling unnerved. She desperately needed space to think and something to cool off with. She went behind the open bar and grabbed a piece of ice out of the bin. Alley, from the executive kitchen, was working as bartender tonight and fanned her hand in agreement about the heat.
Sam rubbed the ice on the back of her neck as she leaned against the bar. A slow drip of water slid down her spine, around the side of her neck, and down between her breasts. It felt so good.
There had to be four hundred people still at Kalen Industry’s annual party. Sam checked the time. It was close to one in the morning. She hadn’t intended on attending the party or staying so late, but here she was out for the first time since she almost died a year ago.
Samantha felt sexy and naked in the borrowed miniskirt and sequined top that caressed her skin. She practically was nude the way she was so provocatively dressed. She and Kara were just about the same size, but Sam seemed to have extra curve.
Somehow, Kara knew she hadn’t planned on staying after work for the party, so she brought her the clothes to wear. The outfit and heels were sitting on her desk at the end of the day. Sam shifted her hand to pull the black elastic hem lower. It slid back up, taunting her the entire way. At least the attire covered all of her scars, she inwardly lamented.
She shivered. There again. Someone brushed their smoldering gaze over her body in the most erotic and forbidden way. Sam glanced over her shoulder, hoping to catch the voyeur in the act. There were a lot of firsts since a year ago, although none of those involved men secretly watching her. She just couldn’t go there again with any man. She wasn’t ready and she may never be ready to let another man into her life.
An irrational stroke of fear tensed her muscles and made her suddenly immobile. She had to get out of there.
He offered her his hand and pulled her from the car. The cab drove away and they both stood on the sidewalk. Rain hammered down. She could still turn him down. She’d just do it inside. Men always took no for an answer and he didn’t look like the type that would take advantage of a woman. No, this man didn’t look like he ever got turned down when he handed himself over to a woman. Tonight would be the first. Maybe that would make her memorable in some way.
She dashed up the stairs to her apartment building and they were silent as they went three floors up. She slid the key into the lock, and he followed her inside. Her hand went for the light switch, and he grabbed it, stopping her from hitting the lights.
A thread of fear raced over her skin as he turned her body against the door. His mouth closed over hers and she heard the swish of the lock engaging. Sam’s heart thundered in her chest as her mind raced to figure a way out of this. His tongue swept into her mouth and her tongue fought the attack. Her body betrayed his every move. She felt her pussy clench and her panties wet. Her knees buckled as he deepened the kiss.
It was so wrong that it felt so right.
Her skin was on fire as his hands slid up her thighs and squeezed her ass once, then again. She groaned into his mouth. His hands stalked under her shirt to tweak her painfully hard nipples. Pleasure and pain flooded her senses as he rolled them between his thumb and finger. His leg moved between her thighs and she felt the thick heat of his cock aching to be released. He kept control of her nipples as he thrust his hips forward and back.
Samantha sensed the first sweet waves of her orgasm building into a feverish pitch. The sweet aching need of release made her labia swell and her clitoris pulse. His lips broke away from her mouth to travel over her neck. She rocked her hips against his thick, muscled thigh. She wanted to touch and explore his cock in the most erotic way. The miniskirt bunched up around her waist, exposing her tiny black lace bikinis. His hands rushed around her sides and down her back.
He pushed his thumb under the lace and bunched it into a thong. The silky fabric glided between the crack of her ass and spread her wet, feminine lips. He tugged on the silk and she whimpered with desire as her pussy begged. He yanked again. The silk jerked over her clit. Samantha bit into her bottom lip as his eyes locked with hers. His eyes widened slightly in surprise and then understanding.
“Look at me when you come.”
She was afraid to let go. She’d never had an orgasm with anyone before. “No.”
“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me.”
She wanted the painful throb to shatter but she couldn’t release control of her body. “I can’t let go with you.”
“Look. At. Me. I want to see you. Don’t fight the need.”
His free hand held her chin up. She wanted what he had to offer. His gaze locked onto hers as he thumped harder on the silk. She heard a rip as the lace began to tear. “Please…don’t…stop.”
He pulled the fabric harder, shattering her body with an explosive orgasm that made her pussy pulsate out of control. Wetness drenched her panties, and he ripped them from her body. He bunched the panties up and put them inside his coat pocket.
“Very nice.” He kissed her swollen lips possessively. “Tell me you want my cock.”