Showing posts with label Tonya Ramagos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tonya Ramagos. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

More Than A Fling by Tonya Ramagos (MFM)



Blurb

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

The house Alyssa Kinney inherited needs repairs, the accompanying dog hates her, and her job at the newspaper isn’t as glamorous as she’d dreamed. Stack on a couple of smokin’ hot neighbors that would rather snicker than lend a hand, and her new life in Cherish isn’t off to a great start. Then a multi-car accident creates a hazardous scene and her boss’s star reporter is MIA. But the story will do more than prove her worthy to her boss when it ignites a fire in Cherish even two drool-worthy firefighters can’t put out.

Everything about their sexy new neighbor has firefighters Tanner Carlisle and Nick Calfee burning with needs. Never ones to run from a fire, they decide they’ll need to extinguish this one with a full-frontal attack. They’re not looking for anything serious, but when the blaze proves to be fueled by more than carnal needs, they realize this thing with Alyssa might be more than a fling.

Excerpt:

Tanner Carlisle ignored his rapidly stiffening cock and grinned around the rim of his coffee mug as he brought it to his mouth for a sip. In the front yard of the house next door, his new neighbor was putting on quite an amusing show. The dog, an oversized mutt really, was named Precious of all things. He took off like a rocket down the drive, dragging a frazzled, snarling, truly spectacular beauty behind him. The sex kitten was holding onto Precious’s leash for dear life, shouting at the dog to slow down, and scrambling to keep up in tennis shoes that looked like they had just come off the department store shelf. Her shapely legs were clad in workout pants molded to her perfect hips and tantalizing ass in a way that made it impossible to continue to ignore his cock now attempting to burst through the zipper of his uniform pants. Her hair was the color of a fine bottle of scotch, pulled into a neat ponytail high on the back of her head, and long enough for the tips to still dance across the small of her back.

“Damn it, Precious! I said we were going to walk around the block, not race around the freaking thing.”

The dog outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. Tanner figured she would’ve had better luck if she had put a saddle on his back and rode him down the street rather than taking him for a walk around the block. If, that was, the dog let her get close enough to even attempt to saddle him. Tanner wondered how she had managed to get a leash on him considering how the dog seemed to prefer to keep his distance from his new owner.

“Will you slow down?”

Precious proved he didn’t have any intentions of slowing down as he hit the street. Tanner snickered, maybe a bit too loudly, because her head jerked his way. Their gazes met for only a moment, just long enough for him to catch the irritation and helplessness in her amazing eyes. Then Precious spotted a squirrel sprinting across the street and made a break for it, dragging the despondent beauty with him.

“Are you ready to head out?”

Tanner kept his gaze on the woman as she managed to catch up with Precious when the dog stopped in the yard across the street to bark at the terrified squirrel that had taken refuge in a tree. “In a minute. I’m having a mental debate on whether or not I should lend a hand over there.”

His mind wasn’t the only part of his anatomy engaged in the debate. As a firefighter on A-shift at the Cherish F.D., he knew all too well the gratitude often offered by the damsel when she was rescued from her distress. It usually came in the form of something that eventually led to rumpled sheets, sweaty bodies, and exhausting fun.

Nick Calfee moved closer to the rail of the front porch, leaned on it, and grinned as the woman tugged with all her might on Precious’s leash. “I take it that’s our new neighbor?”

“Must be.”

The woman that had owned the house next door along with her husbands had passed away a few months back. The triad had been out on the town one Saturday night when their car was struck by a drunk driver. One of the men was killed instantly and the other died a few hours later in the hospital. Upon hearing the news of her husbands’ passing, the woman apparently gave up her fight to live. She died a couple of days later. The doctors attributed her death to the injuries she had sustained in the accident. Tanner thought it more likely that she hadn’t wanted to go on without the loves of her life.

Tanner and Nick had dropped by the funeral home to pay their respects, but they hadn’t seen the scotch beauty that had apparently inherited the house and the triad’s dog. They had realized last week that she must have moved in, but they still hadn’t seen her in the flesh—very fantastic flesh at that—before now.

“She’s pretty hot.”

Tanner felt his grin widen as Nick shifted his stance, undoubtedly to relieve some of the pressure building in his crotch. He had known he wouldn’t be the only one with a stiffening affliction once Nick caught sight of her. “Are you referring to her looks or the temper flaming out of her ears?”

Nick chuckled. “Both. After the way that dog has kept me up half the night barking in the last week, I say this is one fire we let her put out on her own. If she doesn’t get control of that dog now, she never will.”
Tanner agreed, even if his suffering cock didn’t. Precious, though why in the world Vera Glasper chose that name for the overgrown male mutt was beyond him, had always been a nice, quiet dog until the scotch beauty had taken over his guardianship. The only time they had heard the dog bark was when it thought there was a threat to his masters. In the last week, they had heard the dog bark more than ever. Last night, after nearly an hour of listening to the ruckus, he and Nick had taken it upon themselves to make a quiet pass around the house next door. The only threat they saw was that the scotch beauty had been keeping Precious tied to a tree in the backyard when she wasn’t around.

Across the street, Precious finally gave up on the squirrel, but not on the marathon he obviously had in mind. With a jerk of the leash, he was off again. The scotch beauty startled, let out a yelp, and nearly fell on her face before she gained her footing.

Nick snorted and pushed away from the rail as dog and woman disappeared out of sight.

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Forever Strings by Tonya Ramagos




Blurb

Officer Ripley Paxton has been betrayed by love too many times, but solitary life has gotten lonely. When she meets Xander, she makes it clear she’s looking for a good time and no strings. Then she meets Flynn and finds herself having that good-time-no-strings fun with both men…until the strings start to form, a threat makes itself known, and the only place she can turn is into Xander and Flynn’s loving, protective arms.

Fire Captain Flynn Martelli has enough on his plate without adding a woman to the mix, but the sexy, vivacious Ripley is too irresistible to push aside. Firefighter Xander Wayland knows Ripley is the woman for him. The gorgeous vixen isn’t looking for long-term. Neither is he. His heart has different plans. When he discovers Ripley has been having fun with Flynn, too, he’s okay with that. So is Flynn. But neither man is okay with the threat that’s out to take her away from them forever.


ADULT EXCERPT

Ripley’s heart skipped a beat. Just like that, Xander had gone from playful to serious. She supposed he’d had to, especially given the handcuffs in his hand and the obvious intent in his eyes to use them.

“That’s an interesting question coming from a man I’ve known for barely more than two hours.”

He shot a pointed glance around the room before meeting her gaze again. “I’m in your house.”

Ripley gave him a half laugh. “You’re in my bedroom.”

Xander didn’t crack a smile. “But do you trust me enough to have my way with you and know that I won’t hurt you in any way that doesn’t give you absolute and total pleasure?”

Ripley’s heart didn’t just skip a beat this time. It stilled. Holy smokes, the intensity on his handsome face coupled with the mixture of hope and confidence in his tone had juices leaking from between her feminine lips. She wanted this man. She wanted him to have his way with her, and, mother of hormones, she wanted him to do anything and everything to her that would give her that absolute and total pleasure he was talking about.

She shifted, putting the weight of her upper body on one elbow so she could reach for him with her other hand. “Yes, Xander. Call me crazy, but I trust you.”

“I would never call you crazy or give you a reason not to trust me,” he said, still so serious, so confident, and, oh, wow, those words shouldn’t have made her insides go all warm and fuzzy, but they did.

Wanting to put them back in their playful mood from moments ago, needing to, Ripley asked, “Do you need me to show you what to do with those handcuffs?”

He snorted. “Baby, I’m going to show you how these handcuffs can be fun.” He waited a beat and added, “Lay down and stretch your arms over your head.”

Ripley obeyed even as an excited whip of trepidation slashed over every erogenous zone in her body.

He leaned over her, glanced down, and asked, “You’re right handed, aren’t you?”

There was only one set of cuffs. He couldn’t bind both of her wrists to the headboard like he obviously wanted. Knowing it would throw him off, she told him, “I’m ambidextrous.”

He gave her a withering look that had her struggling not to laugh. “Work with me, Ripley, unless you’ve got another pair of these laying around.”

She let a half giggle escape. “I don’t, and I shoot my gun with my right hand, if that helps.”

“So, just in case that’s lying around the room and I didn’t see it…” He muttered the words, but she heard the humor in his tone as he stretched her right arm toward the headboard and secured it to one of the wrought iron bars.

Still laughing, Ripley waved her left hand in the air in front of his face. “I still have a free hand.”

“Not for long.” He grabbed that wrist as he sat up and guided her left hand between her legs. “You’re going to play with your pussy until I get down there to take over.”

“Wh—” A sudden rush of uncertainty had Ripley needing to swallow before she could make the question come out. “Where are you going to be?”

He shifted next to her, threw one powerful leg over her thighs, braced the weight of his upper body on his hands at her sides, and dipped his head. “Right here for starters.” The tip of his tongue touched the side of her neck and danced its way down.

Ripley shuddered, every sensory nerve in her body anticipating the next lick, the next touch of his mouth, and the bites he’d given to her breasts in the living room.

“Are you playing with your pussy like I told you to do?” The warmth of his breath fanned her flesh as his face hovered over her collarbone.

She wasn’t. All of her attention had been fixated on him, every particle of her being waiting for him to touch her, to taste her, and to fuck her. She pushed a finger between her sodden folds and couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.

His lips unfolded in a smile against her flesh as he lowered his mouth to her collarbone and gave it a tender nip. “Now you are. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“You should be doing it for me.” Ripley could finger herself any time the mood struck. Right now, she wanted his large, callused fingers between her pussy lips, fondling her clit, and pumping inside her channel.

“You have to beg me to first.”

Ripley let out a quick burst of disbelieving laughter, but the moan that broke through it when his tongue touched her flesh again ruined the effect. “I don’t beg, Slick.”

His head lifted, his gaze slammed into hers, and the calm authority shining among the flames in her eyes brought her inching toward the edge. “You will.”

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