A warm Maya's Musings welcome to author Alannah Harte here to promote her latest book!
Hello! Thanks for allowing me visit your blog today. I'm here to introduce you to a delicious fighter pilot named Jake and a feisty Irish lady called Caoimhe. This is one of my favorite writing projects. It actually wrote itself which I found incredible and I was writing it. Over five days I put this story on to paper and after that there were very few changes to be made. I must have been inspired. I love the movie Top Gun and I love Iceman as played by Val Kilmer so watching it for the millionth time one night the story came into my head. I've visited San Diego the setting for this book and loved it and I always remember the naval base and the ships in the harbor. It's a beautiful place from La Jolla to the Old Town and taking a trip on the trolley. So this is what happens when you visit somewhere special, love a movie and have random men take over your head so that they can woo a lot of readers. And what a guy he is if I do say so myself. I think he's delicious anyway! This is a short, sexy read so please check it out and leave a comment here to have a chance of receiving a free digital copy.
Jake Cummins is on forty-eight hours leave, looking for the prettiest pussy in town. As a fifth generation fighter pilot, he likes everything fast—his jets, his drinks, and his women. After six months on tour of the Pacific, he is in desperate need of a good dose of dirty fucking. His choice is no meek little flower. In fact, this Irish Venus Fly Trap sets his temper and dick on fire. Somewhere the universe has tilted and the innocent beauty in the bedroom has surprised her way into his heart.
He stood behind her, ran a hand over the spiky, strawberry-blond hairs on his head as she danced in happy abandon, unaware that she was about to be caught. She had grace and rhythm and knew how to use her body while vertical. He was going to show her how to do it lying down in another half hour.
Jake stepped closer. Her rump brushed against his crotch. He saw her back stiffen from its impact. There was little room to move away. She was trapped amongst the other dancers. Their lower bodies met again, this time for a little longer. Jake pressed home his advantage, taking another half step. He heard the sharp intake of breath from his prey and smiled triumphantly.
Come on. Turn around and take a look. He moved when she moved, so that he didn’t lose contact with her. He wanted to reach around and place a big hand on a silk-coated nipple, to tease it into submission. His hot breath scalded the back of her head and the woman turned. The side of her body stroked his as she pivoted on her heels. Forest green eyes glared up at him in defiance and ambivalence. The ambivalence was swiftly replaced by desire. It was there for only a second. Long enough for Jake to know he was on to a winner.
She was beautiful, with fine bones, a mouth that looked soft and welcoming, and those green eyes reminded Jake of Alabama Forests. His own eyes flared appreciatively. Exquisite. She looked innocent. But you couldn't be innocent in a place like the Bordello. You couldn't be innocent wearing a slip of a dress that begged to be removed.
"Ever hear of keeping to your own personal space?" she asked, her eyes flashing at him heatedly.
"I’m only interested in your space. You are a very beautiful woman." Unashamedly he glanced down her front, admiring her cleavage and the round curves beneath the dress. D cup maybe double D. What man didn’t like a pair of real lush DDs? They were the right handful for him to grasp and knead them for his own pleasure. The right length to place his thickness between, to pump against, to spill his seed over. Christ, he was getting himself off already, and he hadn’t laid a finger on her. He needed to take it slowly. This wasn't a woman who would come to him at the click of his fingers.
"My space is none of your business. Bugger off."
He recognized the different lilt in her voice. She wasn’t local. Intriguing. Her refusal only turned him on. Jake loved a challenge.
"British?" he asked. "You’re not from here."
"Irish." She was economical with her words, but her body was lavish with the signals it was transmitting. A pink flush heated her skin. Her nipples were hard beneath the silk. He wondered at their color. Dark like the desert or pink like a morning sky? A subtle tremble rippled through her body. She was his to have.
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