Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
Today I'm offering snippets of Bronco's Rough Ride, the first story in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad books. It's the prequel to The Navy's Ghost and Rimshot's Hard Target, and tells the story of how John Andrews met his wife. In this tease, John "Bronco" Andrews can't do a damn thing about his situation except play the game the way Lindsey is asking him.
Bronco wished he could ask her to repeat the question. Officer Lindsey Jarvis from the Las Vegas Metro Police Department wanted him to get a hard-on for her? Of all the things he’d been required to do as a SEAL in the US Navy, this had to be the oddest request ever. Not that it would be too difficult with her soft touches, sultry voice, and her exquisite body. Had he seen the woman in a bar, wearing the slinky black dress with a slit up to her ass, he would have made a play for her immediately.
Of course, in his current state, he wouldn’t be making a play for anyone until he got out of this situation. It had looked bleak until she’d walked in and told him who she was. Then possibilities had bloomed in his mind faster than he could lock on them. Must be the fucking drugs. They befuddled his mind for all they left him conscious. He hadn’t forgotten who he was, but the details of how he’d gotten here had fallen into obscurity. As far as he knew, he’d been on leave on his way…somewhere. Now he lay strapped to another bench of some kind, naked, with his body still unresponsive.
“Such a lovely, lovely body.” Lindsey stroked down his chest and belly, swirling her fingers in the hair marking the muscles. Plenty of women had enjoyed the contours, but few had given John as much pleasure as Lindsey’s deft strokes. “Does this still work, do you think?”
Sweet, tickling pleasure hit John’s brain as she reached his groin, caressing his flaccid penis until the blood damn near left his head without coherence. He closed his eyes, and if he could have moaned, he would’ve let her know the pleasure she gave. It might not have been professional, but he’d never been one to shy away from a role in a mission. Right now he played the sex slave and she needed a hard-on. Normally he could do that in his sleep, but the drugs messed with most of his abilities.
He’d never prayed to get a hard-on.
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