Rescuing a Runaway Bride
Honey Jans
Samantha Logan is a runaway bride. Jake
Ramsey is a PI on a stakeout. When they meet in the dark after midnight all
their formerly suppressed desires explode. Samantha so needs to prove her
sexiness after finding her fiancée in the sack with another woman and Jake has
wanted his bosses daughter for years. But will the fire burn out when she finds
out he’s here to arrest her brother? To find out come along on the thrill ride
as they battle her kinky ex-fiancée, espionage, and each other. Will Jake be
able to rescue this runaway bride?
About
the Author:
Honey Jans lives in a small Midwestern town
with her husband and true inspiration. She is a born romantic with an
extraordinarily vivid, yet kinky, imagination.
Honey loves writing erotica and hopes that her stories add a little
spice to her readers lives.
Excerpt:
Samantha Logan
parked her car in front of her family’s dilapidated summer cabin in the north
woods of Wisconsin and let out a demoralized sigh. Chicago’s morning newspapers
would expose the entire disaster, complete with the glaring caption ‘Runaway
Bride’. What they wouldn’t say was that after she caught the rat bastard with
another woman Grayson St. James had freaked out so much he’d damned near killed
her. It was an accident she kept telling herself but she wasn’t taking any
chances by sticking around to hear his feeble apologies.
She’d
gone to his condo needing to know if they were sexually compatible. The answer
hell no, made her lips curve in a rueful smile as she remembered him grunting
and sweating over some naked blonde bimbo who was going down on him. The fact
he wanted sex wasn’t the shocker. The fact he didn’t want it with semi-virgin
her was a huge wake-up call. This time around she’d choose a lover more
carefully. What she needed was a teacher, some ideal hunk who’d teach her all
about sex. And being academically minded she’d already mentally compiled a list
of qualities her erotic arts instructor would need. The first being completely
honest, she wouldn’t settle for anything less. The second being able to make
her toes curl as she came. But first she was going to hole up here until the
furor died down. In retrospect she realized Grayson’s betrayal had probably
been just the boot in the butt she needed to shake her out of her safe little
workaholic life.
With
that thought in mind she climbed out of her almost paid off clunker and walked
up the rutted path to her hideout. If she were in luck the key would be in the
old hiding place on the ledge above the door. Reaching up on tiptoe she smiled
when her fingertips encountered cold metal. Great, things were finally going
her way.
Steadying
her shaking hands, she stuck the key in the lock, and tried her damndest to
turn it. The darned thing wouldn’t turn. It was probably rusted shut. Just her
rotten luck. Good and mad now she rattled the rusty lock trying to force it.
Then
suddenly the door jerked open taking her with it as she fell into the dark
cabin. Crashing to the floor she let out a gasp when some linebacker-sized guy
jumped on her taking her down in a rolling tackle that left her flat on her
back under him. What the fuck, have I stumbled across a squatter? Because there
is no way Grayson or my father and his private dicks could know I’m here.
Trying
to suck in air she futilely kicked out at him giving him her best mixed martial
arts moves learned during a free crash course due to her new contract with
Max’s Dojo. And groaned in frustration when she couldn’t even land a decent
punch as he blocked her every move with the stealth of a ninja. Then he
captured her wrists in one brawny hand as he began running the other down her
struggling body. Just then she finally drew in enough air into her starved
lungs to scream realizing too late he smelled hauntingly familiar. It couldn’t
be?her luck couldn’t be all bad.
He
froze on top of her, if possible, pinning her harder to the floor and she heard
him bite back a curse…a slightly southern totally snarky curse and wanted to
die. It was. Oh dear heavens her nemesis and teenage wet dream Jake Ramsey.
“Stop
your goddamned caterwauling, brat,” he bit out.
Her
breath caught in her throat as his oh-so rugged body pressed intimately against
hers, the steely brand of his cock damned near burning her sex through her
panties. Damn she had to say she wanted to hire a sex instructor. Jake Ramsey
was sex on a stick and his big work-roughened hand still cupping her quivering
breast made her burn. On cue her nipple budded wantonly against his hot rough
palm as a heat wave swept through her.
On
top of her he sucked in a breath, his hand tightening on her breast and she
thought she was going to die of bliss. Then he went absolutely still muttering
what sounded like a curse and she wanted to cry. Great she’d shocked him…again.
This was the part where he let her go and gave her the lecture for improper
young ladies which had been his job way back when he first came to work for her
father as part of Logan Industries Security Force. At least the dark would save
her the humiliation of him seeing her blush.
Then
the lights snapped on and she groaned. What did he do, install a timer? It’d be
easy for the thug who now headed her dad’s security team. She gazed up at him
needing to know if he’d changed in the seven years she’d been away, since he’d
run her off really. She’d hightailed it for college early after he’d rejected
her advances and hadn’t looked back until now.
His
gray eyes were still hard and watchful, but they softened a bit as he looked
down at her turning into a molten silver glow that took her breath away. There
was something decidedly dangerous about the former soldier turned Logan
Industries Security Chief. Unfortunately looking at her would no doubt cool his
ardor. He hadn’t wanted her when she was eighteen why should now be any
different? She didn’t fool herself that she was a great beauty. Her curves were
too generous and her sassy independence turned off most men. But instead of his
hard-on shrinking it grew against her making her gasp with surprise.
Instinctively
she pressed against him pushing her luck. Then he rubbed his thumb over her
hard nipple and she trembled, a moan pouring out of her throat. Since when did
he want her? Or was this some new interrogation technique? A good cop, sexy bad
cop thing designed to drive her nuts?
“What’s
the matter, sugar? St. James not so good in the sack?” he gritted out through
clenched teeth.
What
was the question? She looked up at him with lust-fogged eyes. Oh yeah, is
Grayson a flop in the sack? She never found out but she wasn’t about to admit
it to the hunk. “None of your dang business, goon.”
“Answer
me or I’ll take your sexy ass over my knee,” he growled.
Her
toes curled at the huskily voiced threat even as her bottom heated up. Did he
really think she had a sexy ass? She’d been reading erotic romances telling
herself she was getting ready for her marriage. Now she knew different, she’d
been getting ready for her sex instructor. Jake Ramsey disreputable as he was
might make the perfect erotica one-o-one teacher. “Really?” she asked, knowing
she sounded more hopeful than she should.
Nice spotlight. I really liked the excerpt!
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