The Blink of Her Eye
by
Angelica Thaddeus
Genre:
Erotic/Romantic/Mystery Thriller
Release
Date: January 2014
Hosted
by: Book Enthusiast Promotions (http://bookenthusiastpromotions.com)
A STEAMY,
ROMANTIC, MYSTERY THRILLER THAT SEDUCES YOUR BODY AND MIND
THE BLINK OF
HER EYE will entice you, excite you and leave you asking for more. A must read
for those seeking a blend of romance, mystery and eroticism.
While
investigating patient complaints as the hospital’s compliance officer, Anika is
attacked by a man claiming she murdered his wife. After wickedly seductive
Gabriel rescues her, she knows she isn’t quite dead when all she thinks about
are his eyes devouring her in a single glance.
As Anika
recovers, she receives a note urging her to ‘Stop the Murders.’ But she’s
clueless as to who is about to be killed. Bewildered, she accepts Gabriel’s
offer to unravel the mystery behind the message.
With the
death toll rising, Gabriel refuses to deny his erotic compulsion for Anika
while tracking down the murderer. Equally consumed by her own insatiable
passions, Anika leaves them both vulnerable to life-threatening dangers. Their
obsession to be together will either save or destroy them as well as hundreds
about to be killed.
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Intended for
mature audiences.
Angelica was
born, bred and raised in Buffalo, NY. Over the years she has worn many hats:
babysitter, bakery sales clerk, hospital cafeteria worker, usherette, corporate
manager, VP and health care consultant to national corporations, to name only a
few.
She has an
affinity for entertaining with her stories and connects with people through her
dramatic flair. Angelica loves to travel and has been known to try almost
anything at least once. She has an outrageous sense of humor and uses it to put
people at ease. Hockey is her favorite sport and she is an avid fan of both the
Buffalo Sabres and the New York Rangers.
Her keen
interest in the works of Alfred Hitchcock and Rod Serling developed into a
fascination with mysteries ever since her preteen days. A romantic at heart,
Angelica has high hopes for love triumphing over all.
Angelica is
an avid supporter of soldiers and veterans who serve and have served the US and
would like to draw attention to their pressing needs through her works.
Savage sneaks back to my bedside shortly after midnight. I sense he's looking to score more than pillow talk. His athletic physique is packed with sensual innuendo, even in the dim obscurity surrounding him. He’s taller than I remember and built like Michelangelo's David. I focus on the bulge under his fly. It’s obvious he has well-hung genitalia. I am ready to surrender unconditionally, even before shifting my attention above his beltline.
I yearn to rip off his shirt and run
my hands over his toned, naked chest as he kneels beside me and glides his
tongue across his lips. "Couldn’t stay away," he whispers into my ear,
peeling back the covers.
He entwines my arms around his neck
and helps me sit. His massive hands slip under the slit of my hospital gown and
slowly skim my naked back. He teases me with his fingers leisurely brushing the
sides of my breasts. It takes every ounce of my will-power not to tear off the
gown and tempt him with my already fired-up nipples.
Savage collects my hair, drapes it
across my left shoulder, and slides a pillow behind me. He presses his sinfully bold lips into the
side of my neck. His open mouth glides up and down my skin while he gives a
long lick with the tip of his tongue. Instinctively, I flex my shoulders, and
tremors of delight shoot through me. He begins gently sucking his way over to
my ear. His tongue pokes inside, sending shivers down my spine. "U-mm,"
I murmur.
His fingers dance across my
shoulders, and his lips nibble over to my cheek. He slips an index finger
inside my mouth. Impulsively, I begin to suck as his eyes lock on mine. My body
craves his touch, writhing with expectations of his next move.
"I have something special for
you,” Savage takes in a deep breath while pulling his finger out of my mouth.
He reaches down to the floor and hands me a thin box laced with gold ribbon. I
slip off the ribbon and unwrap the rose-patterned paper. A white, see-through
chemise is tucked inside. <
“Should I model this for you?”
The corners of his mouth slide into a
slight uptick. His domineering hands begin to explore my bare thighs with
masterful strokes as I slide them apart. Tracing imaginary lines up and down
each leg, his touches are deliberately slow. I savor each insanely intense
tingle. Savage’s eyes widen, and he tempts me out of bed. Standing behind me,
he unties my hospital gown, eases it off my shoulders, and tosses it into the
corner. My inhibitions are gone as I stand there in complete nudity. He reaches
around and tweaks my nipples, which are already standing at attention. I arch
my back against his chest. His erection pokes through his jeans. “Take me,” I
beg. “Take me now.”
"Beautiful." He lashes his
tongue across my shoulders and forcefully grinds his hips into me.
Savage turns me around, and he sits
on the edge of the mattress. His eyes are playing with me as they dance up and
down my body. There is little time to think how I can pleasure him as he draws
me in, spreads my legs apart with his knee, and holds the small of my back with
one hand. Reaching down with his other hand, he catches hold of my pubic
tendrils, twirling them and then parting my outer lips. He glides two fingers
inside me, penetrating with slow methodical thrusts. I’m getting loose, every
inch of me throbbing from the increasing intensity.
"Don’t' stop," I plead as
he pokes around the folds of my warm, moist pleasure box, hitting spots never
explored by another man. I claw his shoulders while my hips respond to the mad,
whirling sensations in my pussy.
Still maneuvering his fingers inside
me, he buries his face in my cleavage. Savage pinches a nipple with his teeth,
and I grab his head, pulling him in closer. He slides his fingers out and
shoves me onto the bed. A raw hunger rages through me. He strips off his jeans
and t-shirt and buries me under his massive torso. He groans through gritted
teeth.
Dominated by his weight, I curl my
legs around his back. I desperately want him in me. His tongue explores the
contours of my face and teases open my lips. His mouth feasts on mine as we
kiss, our tongues taunting each other.
I moan quietly as we playfully
wrestle. I flip Savage on his back and kneel between his outstretched legs. His
muscular thighs capture me. I massage his groin and gently squeeze his balls.
His erection is larger than I had imagined. I flitter my fingers down the shaft
before grabbing firmly. I encircle the tip with my tongue, poking under the
ridge. My tongue flicks back and forth, and I begin sucking as he glides deeper
down my throat. I feel a fullness —
Damn! On the brink of pushing Savage
into ecstasy, I woke with the urgent need to pee. Crushed by the realization my
vivid fantasy was just that—a pipedream—I crept to the restroom. Upon returning,
I stumbled over my purse and found a note wrapped around its handle. I winced
at its scribbled message: ‘STOP THE MURDERS.’
Even though I knew nothing about
Savage, I wondered if he’d know what to do. Fate had dropped him into my life
for some reason. Call it a gut feeling or a woman’s intuition, I knew that any
teeny buzz floating up from my subconscious should never be ignored. I had to
stop the murders.
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