Burning Love - An Erotic Romance
by Sable Hunter
published by Yellow Rose, LLC.
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Reader Warning: Sizzling Scenes are for mature audiences.
Excerpts may be explicit with explicit language
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Beau's passion burns hot for Harley Montoya. When he discovers that the woman who has enflamed his libido is the girl he fell in love with so long ago in a runaway shelter, he is overcome with joy. But Harley - or Nada as he knew her - has been burned by tragedy. They both live lives full of adventure. He builds custom weaponry and owns a reptile preserve, and she is an EOD expert - Harley defuses bombs for a living. But nothing is more explosive than the love they share.
Beau is determined to show Harley that he is worthy of her trust and that he is willing to protect her from anything that would cause her harm. But Harley has a mad-man on her trail and she can't walk away from her responsibilities. Bombs, alligators, haunted plantations and Louisiana lore spice up their life, and danger and ghosts from their past threatens to tear them apart - but nothing can put out the white-hot flames of their Burning Love.
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They were having their first argument. “I cannot believe you did that! Have you lost your mind?” She stood with hands on her hips, breasts heaving and eyes flashing pure Hispanic fire. “What if that was something important?”
Beau stood his ground – and Lord, he covered the ground he stood on. He didn’t look mad. Actually, he looked amused. “Little darling, you asked me to answer your phone. So, I did. I didn’t get a chance to say a word before this man came on the line and called you ‘Harley Baby’. It damn sure didn’t sound like business to me. So, I hung up on him.”
“That was Waco. He works for me. Sometimes, he calls me stuff like that.”
“You are my baby, no one else’s. Amarillo’s lucky that I didn’t do more than hang up on him.”
“His name is Waco, not Amarillo.” Her mad was dissipating and quickly turning into something else entirely.
“I knew it wasn’t Socorro business, you said that only comes through on your red cell phone.”
She had to smile. “You listened to me.”
“I hear every word you say.”
“Waco knows about you. I told him the score.”
Now, he didn’t even try to hide his grin. “I’ll call him back and apologize, if you’ll tell me what the score is.”
“You know the score,” she blushed. “I’m not interested in another man, only you. But if you act like that every time somebody says something to me, we’re going to have trouble.”
Beau was tickled. She was actually tapping one of her little feet and if he wasn’t mistaken, her nipples were hard. “What kind of trouble are we going to have?”
A tiny laugh escaped, “Big trouble.”
“Are you as turned on as I am?”
He managed to get the door open after unsuccessfully inserting the card three times. “Having trouble poking it in the hole, Beau?” she teased him with a snort.
“Watch it, Sassy-pants,” he grumbled. “You’ve got my dick all excited and I’ve lost my eye-hand coordination – no blood in my brain.” He let her in and slapped her playfully on the butt as she past. “Are we gonna have make up . . .” he was about to say ‘sex’ when she started slinking toward him with a wiggle in her walk that almost brought him to his knees. Lord Have Mercy!
“We’ve got on way too many clothes, Beau-ray.” She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it off revealing a black tube-top that didn’t do squat to cover her breasts. Her beautiful caramel colored skin looked like candy and he wanted to consume her – literally, consume her. His gaze ventured down – and he thought leather and studs had never looked so good. “I was getting a little warm. Now, for you.” She sauntered over with a saucy little swing in her hips. “May I help you off with your shirt?”
“Help yourself, doll-face.” Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt. The look she was giving him was pure eroticism. That pink tongue kept dancing on her lips and her fingers were shaking. Sliding it off his shoulders, he stood stock still, waiting to see what her next move would be. Ye gods! She placed both palms on his chest and rubbed.
“Ay Dios Mio,” she murmured reverently. “You are one beautiful man.”
Easing him against the wall – Harley came on to him. She began to kiss and lick his chest, tickling his nipples with her tongue, tracing his ripped muscles, licking a path downward as she sank to her knees. There she palmed his rampaging erection as she nipped and lapped at his flat, rippled abs.
Beau didn’t know what to do – except enjoy. He cupped the side of her face with one hand and held his own hair off his face so he could clearly see every move she made. “God, don’t tease me hot-stuff.”
Harley didn’t let up, she wasn’t teasing. “Let me, please?” Planting open mouth kisses all over his stomach and chest, she began to unbuckle his belt.
Easing down his zipper, she looked up to find him staring at her intently. “Make yourself at home. My body is your body.”
“Good to know,” she clasped his pants on either side of his crotch and tugged them down. “You are well endowed, Mr. LeBlanc. And very, very hard.”
“Baby, I’ve been walking around with my Harley-bone on for over a week – it’s petrified by now.”
“What?” she couldn’t help but laugh. This was Beau, she could play with him. She could trust him, because she knew he would never, ever hurt her. And right now, he was standing in front of her – hotter than Michelangelo’s David ever thought about being. Peeling down his shorts, she jumped a little bit as his cock jutted toward her.
“It’s okay, baby. He’s in love with you, that’s all.” Harley could feel a rush of wetness in her panties when he said those words. No one had said words of love to her – ever.
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