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Friday, November 11, 2005 FIVE DAYS OF PASSION - Day 2 Prodigal Son

It's day two of FIVE DAYS OF PASSION. Can you feel the heat? Today's book is very near and dear to my heart.

Today's Question: What Color is Te's briefs in the excerpt?
Today's Prize: A $5 gift certificate to Amazon.com


Prodigal Son

ISBN #1-4199-0333-0
Format: ebook
Print version coming March 2006
$5.95

Orphan. Sorcerer. Te Mulligan held many labels. With the impending death of his foster father he’ll add one more – leader of StarMyst Conclave. Ten years ago he’d left StarMyst after a night of passion with Jacy Duwards. He always loved her, always wanted her, but had taken something he never had a right to take. Still, memories of her haunt his days and his nights.
Jacy stayed by her foster father’s side, nursing him through the long months of his battle with cancer. With his time near the end, Te’s back. Ten years hasn’t changed anything, except to heighten her desire for the man destined to take over the Conclave.
The Prodigal Son has returned, and he’s ready to claim everything that’s his – including the woman he loves.

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Her fingers explored the contours of his body beneath his skin She pressed her fingertips against his collarbone, feeling an especially taut muscle. Working it with gentle touches, she focused on sending calming energies to him. This close to him, the scent of his cologne enveloped her, and the freedom to touch his body beat a cadence through hers. Her lussor rose, and she tamped it down. Now wasn’t the time for such things.
When his shoulders felt looser, she moved to the back of his neck. Her heart went out to him as she realized they’d put the stress into his muscles. Reid, Kade and her, with the fighting and jockeying for position. For the first time she put herself in his position—nearly twenty, having just taken the virginity of a sixteen-year-old. Not only were there legal ramifications, but she knew she had stared at him like a moon-eyed girl in love for the first time. She had been. The thought of all that, plus his responsibilities to the Conclave, had simply been too much. Maybe even Edwin told him it was for the best.
Her hands slid over his shoulders to his upper arms. Corded steel, solid enough for her to hang onto in the throes of passion, met her touch. Closing her eyes, Jacy gave in to the sensation of touching his body. His heart pounded. She saw it in the pulse along his neck, felt it in his body. A glance into his lap proved to her he wasn’t immune to her touch. His cock pressed against the denim. Jacy licked her lips.
She trailed her fingers along his arms, then moved to face him and dropped to her knees. Te reached for her, his fingers skimming the line of her jaw. "What are you doing?" The husky timbre of his voice sent shivers down her spine.
"Taking care of you." She pressed two fingers against his mouth.
He parted his lips, and his tongue slid out to caress her fingers. A hot flush suffused her skin. She reached for the button on his jeans.
Te reached for her.
A wicked grin curved Jacy’s lips. With a thought, she wrapped bands of magic around wrists and ankles, keeping him bound to the chair. She glanced at him, unsure how he would handle the sudden restraint. Te arched an eyebrow at her actions, but nodded.
Jacy lowered his zipper. The rasp echoed in the silent room, a counterpoint of their quickening breaths. His cock pressed against the fabric of his zebra-striped briefs, and Jacy cupped her hand against it. Heat filled her palm.
Te gasped. Risking a glance at him, she saw his closed eyes, his head tilted back, and his throat worked as she slid her hand along his length. She freed him from his briefs. He sprung toward her mouth, almost as if his cock wanted her to kiss it. She obliged.
Jacy ran her tongue along his shaft, marveling at his hot, silky skin. The musk of fully aroused male filled her nose, and Jacy breathed deeply. Wrapping her lips around his cock, she drew it into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard. Te groaned.
Jacy cupped his balls. Her lussor rose, and she sent it out in tiny tendrils along her fingers, wrapping it around his thighs and stomach. Muscles clenched beneath her hand, and she heard the cadence of his breathing change. The fact she had such power over him drove her, wetting her pussy and making her ache to feel him inside her. She waited, wanting to be the giver, not the receiver. She swirled her tongue in the slit on his head, probing deeply as she squeezed his balls. Then, she drew him far into her throat, so far he slipped into it, as if he could fuck her pussy from her mouth. Jacy groaned around him.
"Please," Te groaned above her.

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