| Author: | Arthur Mitchell | ISBN: | 1230000106047 |
| Publisher: | Red Ice Press | Publication: | February 12, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Arthur Mitchell |
| ISBN: | 1230000106047 |
| Publisher: | Red Ice Press |
| Publication: | February 12, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
BREEDING ABROAD, WHERE SHE BELONGS...
Valerie Lulko is exhausted. For all her young life, she's never fit in anywhere. When she decides to follow fate, it takes her all the way to Russia, back to her ancestral land.
Attraction is instant and irresistible when she meets the handsome stranger who shares her Siberian train car. Vladimir isn't like any man she's ever known. Beneath his charming exterior is a devotion to family and land, along with a hidden desire to find the mate he's always sought.
Three days on a train can change everything. His magnetic strength draws Valerie to his body and soul, but winning his love commands a high price. In Russia, submission must be total, even if it means opening the heart and flesh for breeding...
An erotic romance novelette of over 12,500 words.
Warning! This book contains mature content and is only intended for adult readers.
EXCERPT
“You belong beneath me. Frozen in my arms, where I can melt all the ice and make you explode, no different than a dormant volcano.” He bit playfully into her neck, following each nip with his icy-hot tongue.
The raging erection, so close to her steaming sex and separated only by a few thin layers, grew too insistent to ignore. He picked her up in his arms as her legs clung to his sides.
Vladimir carried her over to the bed and tossed her down, drawing the curtain shut behind them. He reached behind him and drew something out of his back pocket.
Beneath his smiling face, a pair of silver handcuffs dangled from his dominant hand. His eyes turned to dark blue gems, no different than the sky outside. They were just as infinite and unforgiving.
I hope I'm not making a terrible mistake. If this is what he wants...at least I can try it.
Valerie knew all about BDSM from morbidly curious articles and cheap romance stories. None of her old boyfriends showed much interest, though part of her wanted them to.
The Russian before her was offering her a key to one dark desire she'd shelved for far too long. She doubted he saw it in her uptight foreign terms, though.
“Undress for me. We need to replace those clothes with naked lust and steel, the only thing that can take away the heat. You want to let the fire run through you, don't you?” His face twitched once, overcome with anticipation.
A familiar red flush spattered her cheeks and cleavage, creeping further than it ever had. Valerie nodded, knowing he already knew her answer. She turned her back and started to lift away her sweater.
Piece by piece, she stripped for him, giving into his energy. Vladimir's needs were different – not like the sickly fantasies of the little boys she'd dated. None of them had his confidence, his precision, the boldness that freed him to ask for exactly what he wanted.
Her dark panties drew away from her flesh last. It was a relief to get rid of them after being saturated with her slickness for so long.
Shaking, she turned back toward him, a shiny square of foil in her hand. She hadn't realized the condoms were still in her purse until after their first meeting. Carrying them was a habit – one that followed her across the Atlantic.
“Put it down and stick your hands out. I'm not doing anything until you're chained up properly.”
BREEDING ABROAD, WHERE SHE BELONGS...
Valerie Lulko is exhausted. For all her young life, she's never fit in anywhere. When she decides to follow fate, it takes her all the way to Russia, back to her ancestral land.
Attraction is instant and irresistible when she meets the handsome stranger who shares her Siberian train car. Vladimir isn't like any man she's ever known. Beneath his charming exterior is a devotion to family and land, along with a hidden desire to find the mate he's always sought.
Three days on a train can change everything. His magnetic strength draws Valerie to his body and soul, but winning his love commands a high price. In Russia, submission must be total, even if it means opening the heart and flesh for breeding...
An erotic romance novelette of over 12,500 words.
Warning! This book contains mature content and is only intended for adult readers.
EXCERPT
“You belong beneath me. Frozen in my arms, where I can melt all the ice and make you explode, no different than a dormant volcano.” He bit playfully into her neck, following each nip with his icy-hot tongue.
The raging erection, so close to her steaming sex and separated only by a few thin layers, grew too insistent to ignore. He picked her up in his arms as her legs clung to his sides.
Vladimir carried her over to the bed and tossed her down, drawing the curtain shut behind them. He reached behind him and drew something out of his back pocket.
Beneath his smiling face, a pair of silver handcuffs dangled from his dominant hand. His eyes turned to dark blue gems, no different than the sky outside. They were just as infinite and unforgiving.
I hope I'm not making a terrible mistake. If this is what he wants...at least I can try it.
Valerie knew all about BDSM from morbidly curious articles and cheap romance stories. None of her old boyfriends showed much interest, though part of her wanted them to.
The Russian before her was offering her a key to one dark desire she'd shelved for far too long. She doubted he saw it in her uptight foreign terms, though.
“Undress for me. We need to replace those clothes with naked lust and steel, the only thing that can take away the heat. You want to let the fire run through you, don't you?” His face twitched once, overcome with anticipation.
A familiar red flush spattered her cheeks and cleavage, creeping further than it ever had. Valerie nodded, knowing he already knew her answer. She turned her back and started to lift away her sweater.
Piece by piece, she stripped for him, giving into his energy. Vladimir's needs were different – not like the sickly fantasies of the little boys she'd dated. None of them had his confidence, his precision, the boldness that freed him to ask for exactly what he wanted.
Her dark panties drew away from her flesh last. It was a relief to get rid of them after being saturated with her slickness for so long.
Shaking, she turned back toward him, a shiny square of foil in her hand. She hadn't realized the condoms were still in her purse until after their first meeting. Carrying them was a habit – one that followed her across the Atlantic.
“Put it down and stick your hands out. I'm not doing anything until you're chained up properly.”
