[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, light consensual BDSM]
Abigail Taylor is recovering from the betrayal of her first marriage. Her salon is all that matters to her. Besides, it is not like she is truly missing anything. Sex is overrated.
Noah Turner has watched and craved Abby for the last six months, but he can’t seem to break through her icy exterior, and she is lethal with those scissors. She may cut off more than just the conversation, especially if she knew the things he wanted to do to her.
After rejecting his request for a date, Abby discovers that Noah is a dominant lover. Abby decides to give herself a chance to see if there really is something to sex. Is it truly as good as everyone talks about? Gathering her courage, she approaches Noah with a challenge he can’t refuse.
“If you can get me to orgasm during sex, I will be at your beck and call for a week.”
Will Abby be able to overcome her fears of commitment? Will Noah be able to tie Abby down to him with more than just rope?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "Heart pounding erotic love story that will rock your socks off! Styles of Passion by Sara Kingston is about a young woman named Abigail who after finding out about her cheating husband has given up on men. Fate has other plans in store however when she meets Noah. Will he be her dream come true or just another heartbreak waiting to happen? This story has everything you could want in an erotic novel with enough passion to curl your toes and just the right amount of romance to sweeten it up. Unlike a lot of erotica, this novel actually had more of a storyline instead of just plain sizzling sex (which this story had plenty of, too). The characters had depth would make a great story even without the love scenes. Abigail's character is relatable and she made me care about her as a character. I loved her friend as well Jenna who was a protective and a little crazy (in a good way). Jenna is the kind of friend everyone should have who not only has your back, but knows how to make you laugh when you're feeling down. Take a gamble and try Sara Kingston's STYLES OF PASSION." -- Katie Cody, The Romance Reviews
Abby looked at her appointments for the day on the computer screen. Noah Turner was due in today at 2 p.m., and she shivered in anticipation. Noah Turner, construction worker extraordinaire. He had such a well-toned body—she thought he should be in one of those sexy firemen calendars. She loved getting her hands on him, and she always gave him a head and neck massage far beyond what she gave her other clients. They had built up a really great friendship over the past six months. He had been coming in every three weeks for a trim, which, actually, she felt was a little unnecessary. They had many discussions about themselves, their goals, opinions, and even their businesses. He was interesting and funny, and they had even discovered they liked the same quirky movies. There was also the fact that he was as sexy as hell.
Abby remembered the time, four months ago, when she was giving him a head massage. Her assistant was moving a stock delivery out back, so they were alone. As she leaned over him to turn off the timer, she tripped over his feet and fell into his lap. She apologized profusely and tried to get up as quickly as possible, but not before she had felt his erection beneath her ass. He was not only big in height and build. Everything was big. It was after that day that the sex dreams had started. At first she thought she was fantasizing about him. Although in her dreams she could never see the face of her fantasy lover, so maybe it was just that the feel of a man’s cock under her ass had awoken her libido.
Abby felt a familiar female body come up behind her. She had considered many times offering Jenna the opportunity to buy into the salon. She had been working for her for the last six months now. She was a great hairstylist and also a great manager. Abby couldn’t imagine the salon without her. They were a great team.
“It’s been busy today.” Jenna sighed.
“Yes, business is great. I think I need to go through the books again and look at getting another stylist.”
“It’d be great to get some help, and maybe give you a little more time off to pursue other interests, like for one, finding a man.” The sound of a timer chimed in the salon. “That’s Mrs. Webster’s color calling.”
“What’s she doing this time? Please tell me she is not trying blonde again,” Abby replied.
“Nope, red. Apparently, Mr. Webster flirted with some redheaded waitress, and she is trying to keep him interested with a change to red,” Jenna whispered as she skipped away.
Abby heard the bell and turned to watch Noah walk in through the door. His thick dark brown hair, together with his afternoon-shadowed jaw, framed a masculine face that any Chippendales dancer would envy. He was a man, not a pretty boy. His face had the odd scar and a deep, rugged tan from hard days working outdoors. He oozed sensual charm that screamed, “I know how to take care of a woman.” God, I need to get laid. She pushed her drooling aside and plastered on her best professional face.
“Noah, it’s great to see you again. Come take a seat.”
“Thanks, Abby. You, too,” he replied. Abby quivered. His voice was so deep and masculine it drew a primal feeling from deep in her bones. Brushing it off, she watched as he sat in the chair. Even his butt was spectacular. Abby hit the lever and watched it lower. She had forgotten how tall he was. “Now, what are we doing today?”
Noah had planned an hour-long foreplay session with at least one orgasm to warm her up before he wrapped her pretty pink pussy around his cock and finalized his victory, but the half-lidded, lust-filled expression in Abby’s eyes as he tasted her cream undid him. He needed her now himself. His pulsing cock was beating a painful tune he just couldn’t ignore. He couldn’t wait any longer. He stood and fished in his pocket for the condom he had put there earlier. Holding it in his hand, he dropped his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. As his heavy, hard erection bounced free, he heard Abby gasp.
“Um…Noah, I have um...I…I have only ever had sex with my ex-husband, and let’s say you are very, very well-endowed. I’m not sure.” She tried to convey her fear of the size of his cock. She knew from rubbing against it that it was big, but that thing was enormous. He could tear her apart with it.
“Baby, don’t you worry. I would never ever hurt you,” he cooed. He tried to calm her, to stop the panic from cooling her overheated body. He was thrilled that he was her only real lover. The fumbling fool she married didn’t count. He stroked his cock before he rolled the condom in place, enjoying the mesmerized expression on Abby’s face. Watching him pleasuring himself had taken away the fear he’d seen in her eyes as she tried to explain that she didn’t think he would fit.
He moved back to the bed and positioned himself over Abby. He gave her another brutal kiss to distract her as he inserted two fingers into her tight sheath. Slowly, he pumped his fingers, and at the same time he used his thumb to circle her clit, testing her size and wetness to ensure she was ready for him. As he felt her internal muscles start to tighten and her labored breathing signal her impending release, he removed his fingers and chuckled when she moved her hips, trying to chase them.
He positioned his cock between her lips and slowly pushed his first inch inside her. As he felt her body easily adjust to his size, he knew she would not be hurt—stretched to capacity, but not hurt. With one hard thrust, he seated himself fully inside her. She groaned and moved her hips to his for the deepest penetration. He panted, trying to hold off. One single thrust into her tight, hot sheath and he wanted to explode. There was no way he was going to disgrace himself by coming before she did. Now, more than ever, he wanted two weeks of her at his beck and call. He wanted to have her night and day. It would actually be best if she moved into his house for the two weeks so he could enjoy this anytime, all the time.