From the author of Divine Grace, winner of Hottest Male and Most Magnificent Menage Males!!!!
DIVINE CREEK RANCH COLLECTION, BOOK 15
Lucy Carter is striving to succeed as a self-employed licensed massage therapist and to bolster her flagging self-confidence. The ménage of her fantasies, featuring her best friends, seems to be on the back burner.
Single dad Patrick Owen has been refined in the fires of betrayal. Now he knows exactly what he wants—Lucy Carter—and he’s ready to claim her along his best friend.
Beekeeper Beck O’Malley’s heart has been shattered, and he withdraws from the world until Lucy heals his heart. He’s held the spirited woman at arm's length, until he can no longer fight his attraction to her. Unfortunately, Beck and Lucy clash nearly as often as they kiss, and his possessiveness sets her on edge even as she falls deeper in love with him.
When Lucy is drawn into a life-threatening crisis, all of their differences and struggles are brought into perspective. But by then will it be too late?
Meet the Cast!
Name: Beck O’Malley
DOB: January 13, 1978
Eye Color: Green
Bio: I grew up in Dallas, Texas and got out of the big city the first chance I got. I live in Divine, Texas now. I’m a beekeeper. I’m good with my hands, and my bees, and animals…and little kids seem to dig me. I prefer being outdoors no matter what time of year. I have an old bulldog named Cooter. My best friend is Patrick Owen. You could say we bonded over broken hearts. Patrick’s dating Lucy Carter these days. The three of us hang out a lot together, I guess. She’s…She’s special. She’s kinda feisty. I tend to stick my foot in my mouth when I’m around her. Do I like Lucy? Yeah, I like her…a lot.
Food: Ethan Grant’s Smoked Brisket
Book: Where the Wild Things Are. I read it to Patrick’s little boy every once in a while. He’s pretty cool.
Movie: Toss-up between Gladiator and The Matrix
Band: I enjoy all kinds of music but mostly hard rock and some country and western. I think my all-time favorite group is Metallica but Lucy has got me liking Nickelback too.
Song: At the moment, “Bottoms Up” by Nickelback *grins* Yeah, Lucy likes that one too. *cough*
Quote: “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.”
TV Show: I don’t watch much TV. I’d rather be outside. But Lucy has me liking Duck Dynasty. I’ll sit with her and watch it if she turns it on.
Holiday: Valentine’s Day. I’m a fucking romantic, what can I say?
Sport: Please. Football. Go Steelers!
Pepsi or Coke: Shiner Bock *grins*
Boxers or Briefs: Boxers
Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston: Marilyn Monroe
Die Hard or Terminator: Terminator
Ford or Chevy: Ford
Steak or Chicken: Steak. Rare.
Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars
Beer or Wine: Beer
What is your most cherished possession?
My “girls,” a.k.a. my honey bees
How do you feel about being the center of attention?
Avoid it like the plague
What makes you blush?
Between you and me? When Lucy gets this spark in her eyes because I said something stupid. I know I’m about to get it…but I kinda like it anyway. Last Halloween she got so pissed off at me I thought she was gonna bite me with her Elvira, Mistress of the Dark vampire teeth. Don’t tell her I said that. It’d embarrass her. She likes Patrick.
How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?
Love ‘em all.
What is your worst habit?
Do you have any irrational fears or phobias?
I don’t much care for hairless cats, if you wanna know the truth.
How do you think your exes would describe you?
How deeply does your job / social role define you as a person?
When I’m working with my girls, I feel connected to nature down deep to my soul. But I think the relationships I have with people are just as important.
What would you never do, no matter the price?
Skydiving, unless a hairless cat was chasing me.
You first met Beck in Divine Phoenix (book 10)
“I’ve wanted to do this so much, Luce. I’ve needed you.”
She raked her fingernails through his hair, gently scraping his scalp until shivers raced up and down his back and then she palmed the sides of his head and looked at him. She was tall for a woman, so in that position straddling his lap, she was actually looking down at him. Her beautiful face was framed by thick waves of long hair the color of midnight.
The heat glowing in her eyes gave her a powerful, almost regal air, and she smiled at him and rubbed her thumb across his lower lip as she spoke. “I want you. I want it all. I’ll never settle for less ever again. The way you look at me makes me feel beautiful. Desirable.” Something else flickered in her gaze and then was gone as her tone softened. “I’ve needed that.”
The thought flitted through Patrick’s mind that Lucy probably had demons of her own. Sharing his story had been cathartic and he planned to extend the same courtesy to her. For now, he’d settle for showing her how much he desired her.
He loved seeing the fire in her eyes because he knew self-confidence didn’t come easy for her. He didn’t know why, because she was one of the sexiest women he’d ever met. The memory of the hurt in her eyes the night he’d met her, when Beck had turned down her offer of a dance still stuck with him, and so did the guilt for not grabbing her himself. But he could make up for his inaction now.
He laid her down on the couch and settled his hips between hers, groaning as she rubbed her slippery pussy against his cock, and drawing a moan from her. His need to be inside her was fierce.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and cradled him against her as he tormented one of her nipples before switching to the other. The hardened points turned darker as he sucked at them. He lost track of time as she trembled beneath him, stroking the back of his head and his shoulders.
It made him feel powerful to evoke such a response in this woman who so often went out of her way to please others and make them feel good. She deserved all of his attention.
A shudder rushed through him as she slid her hand down his rib cage to between his legs and stroked and squeezed his balls until his eyes nearly crossed. He gritted his teeth and flickers of impending orgasm raced through him as her fingers traced through the crisp hairs surrounding his cock. How long had it been since he’d been tempted and teased like this?
“Woman, I’m not letting you go, regardless of what else happens. You’re mine.”
“Think so, huh?” she whispered in a voice laced with humor and then purred as she grasped his hardened dick. “You’re so hot and big. Is this for me?”
He flexed in her hand. “All yours, Luce.”
The need to be inside her was strong and he pulled back, unwilling to rush when he wanted to feast on her first. He stayed there for a moment just taking her in. Her pale flesh was luminescent against the burgundy upholstery of her couch in the dimly lit living room. Her hair was spread all around her and flowing over the edge of the couch in black waves that glimmered in the lamplight. He groaned at the sight of her completely bare pussy.
She gave him a playful grin and bit her lip, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “You like?” Her blush told him this must be a new development and despite her smile she’d been unsure of what he’d think.
“Like is such a weak word, Luce. I’d love your pussy no matter whether you waxed it bare or left it alone. You’re beautiful. All of you,” he murmured as he laid his fingertips against her. “You’re hot and wet. Is this for me?”
She panted as she rubbed her pussy against his hand and nodded. She gripped the sofa armrest above her head and her breasts swayed with her movements. Like a magnet to steel, he came to her and pressed his lips against her abdomen, just below her navel. Her belly fluttered at the stimulation and he smiled when he felt her tremble. He wasn’t the only one affected by the moment. “I’m on the pill, Patrick.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with a woman since Elizabeth. I was tested right after…you know…to make sure. I’ll use a condom if you’d like.”
“No need. I believe you. Just go easy. It’s been a while.”
No other words could’ve affirmed his desire to take good care of her like those did. She’d always inspired his protective instincts. The last thing he wanted was to be too rough with her.
“Oh, Patrick,” she whispered as he kissed a trail to the side of her mound, at the top of her upper thigh. He rubbed his beard stubble against her inner thigh as he moved downward and kissed her smooth pussy.
She clenched at his shoulder and a needy sound came from her throat as he parted her lips and traced the tip of his tongue over her swollen inner lips. The scent of her juicy, sweet cunt was nearly enough to make him lunge at her and plunder her ripe flesh like a caveman, but he held back.
He slid his tongue over the other side and she arched her back and froze, panting his name. He dipped his tongue into her entrance, heard the catch in her throat at the same time her cunt clenched on his tongue and he knew she teetered on the edge.
He played out the moment, licking deeper with the next stroke, and heard her tiny sob as she whispered, “Yes.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live in South Central Texas, writing the type of novel I love to read: more erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in. I write erotic romances exclusively for Siren Publishing, under their Everlasting imprint. My love of romantic fiction began as a teenager when my mom gave me copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss's "The Flame and the Flower" and Bertrice Small's "Skye O'Malley." To this day I'm pretty sure that was her idea of the "birds and the bees" talk.
My husband and I met in a scenario very much like the ones I've written about. He was the alpha hero who stepped in when this "damsel in distress" needed rescuing from a nefarious pervert. It's no wonder I went on to write erotic romance when I had him to inspire me. My favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant but readers will discover a variety of heroes and alphas in my novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed. I hope readers relate to my heroines, and the challenges and dilemmas they face head-on.