Blog Tour: Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind
Today I'm at Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind on my blog tour for Tip of the Spear. I'm talking about my villains, and I realized I have quite a few in this story. Love those bad guys. There's an excerpt and another giveaway of Tip of the Spear. So stop by and take a look.
Wednesday Words: REAPER'S REWARD
I absolutely love Ethan Reaper. He's one of my favorite heroes, just because he's so alpha and yet vulnerable. Enjoy this excerpt between undercover Jewel and Ethan Reaper, who's also on an assignment with definite perks.
EXCERPT
Practical, as
always, Jewel thought with a grin, which faded as she stared down at her short,
blue, fanciful sundress. In keeping
with her sexy, desperate persona -- thanks
so much, Uncle Tommy -- she’d worn a cornflower blue sundress covered in
purple, green, and yellow flowers. The cursed thing had spaghetti straps, which
showed the thin blue straps of her bra, allowed too much cleavage, and was way
too short. It came to the middle of her damned thighs.
Fidgeting, she
practiced sitting ladylike on the settee, reminding herself not to spread her
legs in comfort unless she wanted to go for the sexual side of employment here.
Jewel snorted, imaging her uncle’s expression should he learn she’d gone native
in a sex resort.
“Serve him
right,” she muttered as she leaned toward the open window, unable to take her
gaze away from the beauty of paradise.
“Serve who
right?”
She had to look
up, way up, to match the face with the gravelly voice. This close, she could
see the dark brown color of the guard’s -- Ethan’s -- thickly lashed eyes. Hot
damn, but he fairly oozed sex appeal, and Jewel was taken aback at her
awareness of it. In Hastings’s office, Ethan had been intriguing in a
standoffish, don’t-screw-with-me kind of way. But now, he looked as if he
wanted to dance the horizontal mambo…with
her. And her heart wouldn’t stop racing.
Swallowing
loudly, she glanced beyond him. “Is Mr. Hastings finished with your meeting?”
“He has a few
things to take care of or he’d join us.” He leaned down and took her hand in
his, dwarfing her with his size. Electricity zinged through her at the contact.
This is so not normal.
Helping her to
her feet, he caught her by the small of her back and walked her down the
hallway. Plush green carpet softened their steps. A chair rail along the
corridor separated the pale mango upper wall from the white wainscoted lower
wall. Beautiful and classy when combined with the island prints framed in dark
walnut on the walls. But the décor still wasn’t enough to blot out her
consciousness of her hunky escort, who stood way too close for comfort.
“Um, so this is
the tour?” Jewel wanted to slap herself for the obvious comment, especially
when his brows rose as if questioning her intelligence.
“Part of it at
least. You’ll notice there aren’t too many people in the hallways. Most of the
action today is outside, in the private cabanas and in the central courtyard
out back. But I think we’ll start by taking you through the hotel to your room.
You look scared already, and the scene poolside takes some getting used to.”
She immediately
bristled at his tone. “Look, I applied for this job. I may be new, but I don’t
need to be handled with kid gloves.”
His hand shifted
on her dress, and Jewel squelched an insane urge to increase the contact.
“Well then, Miss
Assertive, let’s go outside, shall we?”
Though his voice
hadn’t changed much, she could tell she’d pricked his temper. Good. Jewel
needed a handle on those around her, and Ethan was like a locked vault.
Apparently, chatting up security with a wide grin and a hint of boobs wasn’t
going to work. Although… She glanced at Ethan from the corner of her eye,
recalling the heated look he’d given her earlier.
Best to smooth
over his annoyance. Smiling up at him, Jewel breathed deeply, throwing out her
chest as she did so, and earned his attention. “So are the employees’ rooms
grouped together?”
He studied her,
but not with the sex-crazed expression she’d hoped for. “Yeah, on the fifth
floor. Depending on your duties, you’ll either stay up there or transfer to the
main floor.”
“Depending on my
duties? I thought I’d been hired to waitress.”
He grinned
suddenly, and the sight of his smile transformed him from arrogant tough guy to
sex personified. “Baby, no one here is paid to fuck. We have food staff,
housekeepers, landscapers, and more. You’re here to wait on the guests,
food-wise, but Satyr’s Myst is all about service. Like the others, you’ll be
trained to please the guests in every
way. But that’s a side benefit of the job.” His grin faded at her look of
shock, and his eyes narrowed. “That is
why you’re here, isn’t it?”
Jewel sputtered,
then found herself outside under the shaded canopy of the hotel, overlooking
group sex by the pool. Holy shit.
Ethan took her to
the side, still under the shade and in full view of anyone looking, then
lowered his head to murmur in her ear, “I told you it takes some getting used
to. But since you’re here to participate, why not start your training now?”
“I’m not…”
“Not what?” he
asked softly, positioning himself firmly behind her. She felt his erection
brushing above her ass, but was distracted when his hands circled her front to
cup her breasts. “Not here to service the guests, Jewel? But that’s what you
applied for, after all. You told me not to handle you with kid gloves,
remember?”
Tell him to get the hell off. To back away. But she said neither. Anticipation made
her light-headed. He pinched her nipples, and she moaned, amazed at the flood
of need pooling between her thighs. She had never been this turned on in her
life, and by a stranger no less. The erotic tableau before her only spiked her
arousal higher.
“Look at the
water, Jewel. The play there is only the beginning.”
She helplessly
glanced up, her body no longer hers to control as he played with her breasts
and circled her belly with one large, hot hand.
Several naked
people in the pool -- she had yet to see a guest wearing clothes -- were having
sex with each other and masturbating. One man sat on the ledge, gripping his
cock with desperation as a petite redhead watched. He cried out and came, and
the redhead quickly bent to catch his cum in her mouth. As she bent over, a
dark-skinned man with a huge cock buried himself in her ass even as she
swallowed her other lover’s orgasm.
Jewel stared so
hard her eyes hurt. She’d seen a few pornos before but nothing so decadent as
this. And Ethan’s hands on her only increased her stimulation. To her shock,
Jewel felt on the verge of orgasm.
“Hmm, a closet
hedonist, eh, Jewel?” Ethan chuckled and continued to play with her breasts,
while his other hand traveled lower, inching up the hem of her skirt. “But what
have we here?”
His finger inched
past the silk of her thong, delving into her wet heat.
“Ethan,” she
gasped, jolted out of her daze by the intrusion. What the hell was wrong with
her that she allowed a stranger to fondle her in public? You’re undercover. Go with it. The devil within her prodded her to
cooperate. Besides, you need this.
“That’s it,
honey. Damn, you’re wet.” He rubbed his cock against her backside, his
excitement making her wetter. “Feels to me like you’re over the bastard who
dumped you.” He chuckled and shoved another finger deep inside her. “Shit,
baby, you need this as much as I do.”
He began priming
her.
“That feels so
good.” Was that her shuddering under a stranger’s touch, in full view of anyone
happening by? Undercover my ass. The
sane part of her took charge, and Jewel squirmed, trying to free herself from
Ethan. But the movement only put her clit in direct contact with his knuckles,
and she moaned his name in a throaty voice, needing more.
“That’s it, baby.
Come. Drench my hand with your cream.”
She didn’t need
it. Jewel didn’t need sex, didn’t need some bossy, bodybuilder type telling her
what to --
“Oh, my God.”
She blew apart, between one breath and the next, exploding into the biggest
orgasm she’d ever had in her life. She shuddered and moaned while Ethan’s
fingers plunged in and out of her with greater speed.
She was dimly
aware of the sound of a zipper lowering and then felt another shock, this one
fatter and thicker against her ass.
“Bend over,” he
growled and turned her to face the wall. Before she could comply, he had her
bent at the waist, her legs spread apart.
“Ethan, wait,”
she protested before he thrust deep. The feel of him took her breath away. He
was huge, hot, and incredibly arousing. He fucked her with long, hard thrusts,
his breath raspy as he pushed inside her. Arousal spiked, and she felt the
beginning of another climax when he stilled and groaned.
“Fuck me,” he
rasped, pulling out only to slam back into her. When his hand came around to
stroke her clit, she felt his touch before she shattered again, clenching him
tight.
“Baby, you’re
killing me.” He groaned and repeatedly thrust, coming inside her with such
force that cum starting dripping down her legs.
When they both
finally stopped, Jewel realized what she’d done, and with whom. She’d just had
sex, in public, with a man she’d met only minutes ago. Talk about going native…
Ethan pulled out
and straightened his clothes, then reached into his back pocket and retrieved a
handkerchief. Without a word, he squatted down to clean her legs, then pressed
the cloth between her thighs.
Too sated to feel
embarrassed, she stared at him. She couldn’t believe her nonchalance at what
they’d just done. But Jewel had always been adaptable, and she resolved to feel
no guilt for the amazing sex she’d experienced. No one around them seemed to
care, engrossed in their own sexuality. And hell, it had been a year since her
last sexual encounter. Why not break her cold streak with a
no-strings-attached, one-shot deal?
Glancing down into
his eyes, she murmured, “Always prepared, hmm?”
“Not always.”
Ethan’s gaze probed deep. He rose and stroked her cheek, taking her lips in a
breath-stealing kiss. “Now for the rest of the tour.”
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