Posted by Maddie James | Posted in The Quest | Posted on
The Quest, the Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice, book three...
Jackson Porter seeks to fulfill his mother dying request--and answers about the imaginary lover who haunts his nights. His future, he learns, is in a place called Ohio, miles and centuries away from his barrier island home in 1745. The land is his legacy and belongs to him. His mother urges him to claim it.
In the year 2032, Kari Upton is driven to fight federal sanctions to save her land and her crops. Her upcoming marriage is one of convenience. Marrying Tye Gentry will save her Ohio farmland. There is no other way to gain power than to marry him and ride on his father political coattails to the state legislature.
And all would be perfect if it weren't for those erotic dreams...
North of Cincinnati, Ohio
Organic Medicinal Dominion
June, 2032
Tiny pants of breath lifted her chest and exited her throat in a staccato rhythm. Darkness swirled, a dizzying sense of vertigo enveloped her. His fingers kneaded her breasts; his lips captured hers. Desire and passion surged from deep within her belly.
Kari Upton tried to fight it. Desperately tried. But this time he was too strong. The vision too powerful. The need too urgent, consuming, overwrought with passion. And as she saw the image of his face pull away, he slid into her, the length of his velvet hardness caressing her insides.
She could feel him, dammit!
In a frenzied rush, he plunged into her again and again. Her head fell to the side, and her eyes fluttered closed. An involuntary arch thrust her body against her imaginary lover’s. Beneath the tangled sheets, her hands splayed along her torso, desperate to clutch his flesh and pull him closer. Frantically grasping at hers instead, she lost the battle to stifle the need to end this excruciating pleasure that bordered on pain.
As a tiny coil embedded deep inside the very thing that made her a woman drew close to springing with wild abandon, she was sure his hands were on her flesh. That his lips caressed hers. That the silk of his hair, long and black as the night, was tangled in her fingers. That the most intimate part of her body was impaled with the firm length of his flesh.
Give in.
Curls of pleasure radiated from her core, the spiral unraveling, slow and determined. The tendrils stretched to fingertips and toes while the most sensitive areas of her body peaked and convulsed at his repeated plunge. All her convictions were again spinning out of control. She’d vowed so many times he would not get to her.
Again. But he did, every time.
She didn’t care.
Trembling, she gasped, aching to call out his name. Wanting him to say hers back on heated breath.
Han.
Kari.
Then he plunged one last time, shuddered and leaned into her. She shouted his name from her lips. She didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t want him to disappear. Could feel the weight of his stilled body against her chest. The moist warmth of his breath against her cheek. The savoring of their lovemaking as he refused to draw away from her.
Yes, dammit! She could feel every inch of him. And more. She could feel his desperation. His need.
Or was it her own?
Her body shivered and Kari rolled to her side, curling into a fetal position. She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to still her trembling soul. She didn’t open her eyes, trying to keep him in her mind as long as possible, keep his essence with her.
But, as abruptly as he came, he left her.
Drawing the covers around her damp body, she buried her face into her pillow. She tried to stop her tears, but it was as useless as stopping the trance she was caught up in. She was powerless to prevent her body from reacting. And at that point, she knew if she allowed this... this obsession to continue, it would ruin her forever.
Romance Junkies Reviewer Kris Jones says…
…two characters who experience a special closeness even before meeting, a twist of an ending, a curse and a truly evil villain, and you have a book worth picking up.
…two characters who experience a special closeness even before meeting, a twist of an ending, a curse and a truly evil villain, and you have a book worth picking up.
Jackson Porter seeks to fulfill his mother dying request--and answers about the imaginary lover who haunts his nights. His future, he learns, is in a place called Ohio, miles and centuries away from his barrier island home in 1745. The land is his legacy and belongs to him. His mother urges him to claim it.
In the year 2032, Kari Upton is driven to fight federal sanctions to save her land and her crops. Her upcoming marriage is one of convenience. Marrying Tye Gentry will save her Ohio farmland. There is no other way to gain power than to marry him and ride on his father political coattails to the state legislature.
And all would be perfect if it weren't for those erotic dreams...
North of Cincinnati, Ohio
Organic Medicinal Dominion
June, 2032
Tiny pants of breath lifted her chest and exited her throat in a staccato rhythm. Darkness swirled, a dizzying sense of vertigo enveloped her. His fingers kneaded her breasts; his lips captured hers. Desire and passion surged from deep within her belly.
Kari Upton tried to fight it. Desperately tried. But this time he was too strong. The vision too powerful. The need too urgent, consuming, overwrought with passion. And as she saw the image of his face pull away, he slid into her, the length of his velvet hardness caressing her insides.
She could feel him, dammit!
In a frenzied rush, he plunged into her again and again. Her head fell to the side, and her eyes fluttered closed. An involuntary arch thrust her body against her imaginary lover’s. Beneath the tangled sheets, her hands splayed along her torso, desperate to clutch his flesh and pull him closer. Frantically grasping at hers instead, she lost the battle to stifle the need to end this excruciating pleasure that bordered on pain.
As a tiny coil embedded deep inside the very thing that made her a woman drew close to springing with wild abandon, she was sure his hands were on her flesh. That his lips caressed hers. That the silk of his hair, long and black as the night, was tangled in her fingers. That the most intimate part of her body was impaled with the firm length of his flesh.
Give in.
Curls of pleasure radiated from her core, the spiral unraveling, slow and determined. The tendrils stretched to fingertips and toes while the most sensitive areas of her body peaked and convulsed at his repeated plunge. All her convictions were again spinning out of control. She’d vowed so many times he would not get to her.
Again. But he did, every time.
She didn’t care.
Trembling, she gasped, aching to call out his name. Wanting him to say hers back on heated breath.
Han.
Kari.
Then he plunged one last time, shuddered and leaned into her. She shouted his name from her lips. She didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t want him to disappear. Could feel the weight of his stilled body against her chest. The moist warmth of his breath against her cheek. The savoring of their lovemaking as he refused to draw away from her.
Yes, dammit! She could feel every inch of him. And more. She could feel his desperation. His need.
Or was it her own?
Her body shivered and Kari rolled to her side, curling into a fetal position. She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to still her trembling soul. She didn’t open her eyes, trying to keep him in her mind as long as possible, keep his essence with her.
But, as abruptly as he came, he left her.
Drawing the covers around her damp body, she buried her face into her pillow. She tried to stop her tears, but it was as useless as stopping the trance she was caught up in. She was powerless to prevent her body from reacting. And at that point, she knew if she allowed this... this obsession to continue, it would ruin her forever.
*****
The Quest, coming soon in print.
Now available in eBook formats at these booksellers:
Comments (0)
Post a Comment