UPDATE: The winner of the free prequel story is…Jackie Wisherd!
So, I had this story come out called Flashpoint. It features two of my favorite things—a firefighter from down in Texas. I loved writing Troy Barlow. He’s a hero who doesn’t take himself too seriously, but he’s strong at his core, playful when he’s bent on seduction, and just plain yummy. I’ll share an excerpt below so you can see just what I mean.
One more thing you need to know about Flashpoint, it’s the fourth story in a series of related, but standalone stories. The first three books are also in Kindle Unlimited, which means if you have a subscription, they are all FREE!
Here’s the three stories. You can click on the covers if you’re interested in more sexy adventures featuring men with badges and suspenders…
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His touch makes her burn…
Troy Barlow wasn’t looking for love when he competed in the Texas Tough Firefighting Competition, but one feisty little blonde caught his attention and wouldn’t let go. The more she tried to deflect him, the more determined he became to make an impression, until he did something she couldn’t possibly ignore.
The last thing Diana Boyle expected to feel was attraction for another firefighter. After her husband’s death, she’d been adamant–never another firefighter. But Troy was impossible to escape. When he wore down her resolve, she thought a one-night-stand might purge him from her system once and for all, but his powerful appeal and uninhibited lust and zest for life were addictive. When a harrowing fire threatens their newfound happiness, Diana has to face her worst fears.
They’re naked and standing in front of the bathroom mirror…
Another shiver traveled down Diana’s spine. She’d never seen a look quite like the one Troy wore now. Ravenous. Wild. His blue irises had nearly been consumed by his black pupils. His jaw was tight; his skin stretched over his cheekbones. And every part of him that touched her was hard. The arm clamped over her breasts. The chest pressed against her back. The cock lodged between the globes of her ass.
She’d wanted uncomplicated sex. Maybe a little gymnastic, too. But this was a whole other prospect. Troy was set to turn her inside out, and she was worried she wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him.
Her sex life with Mike had been…nice. Happy. Comfortable. But the emotions Troy aroused in her now were anything but.
His intense expression said he’d allow no modesty. No holding back.
As if she could. Already her sex was damp, her labia swelling. Her nipples had sprung instantly when cool hair had hit them, and now ached pressed against his arm.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he growled into her ear.
“Like what?” she asked, gasping when he bit her lobe.
“Like I’m the big bad wolf.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“Then why are you shaking?”
She widened her gaze, locking with his in the mirror and licked her bottom lip. “Because I’m dying to feel you inside me,” she whispered.
He groaned and his arm moved downward, fingers sliding between her legs to feather across her slit. “You’re wet for me.”
Diana leaned her head against his shoulder and reached back both hands to grab his ass. It was hard, no give at all. She dug her nails into his skin.
He slipped a finger into her pussy and swirled it.
She turned her head to hide her expression as she drew a hissing breath between her teeth. More fluid greeted him, wetting his hand, sliding down her thigh.
“I’m gonna lick that all up.”
Once corner of her mouth kicked up as she wrinkled her nose. “Big talk for a man who can’t seem to find his own bed.”
“I’ll get there. Promise.” But instead of leading her into his room, he reset his feet farther apart, lowering his height, and pushed his cock between her legs. Now she could see him there, sliding through her folds, his big fat head appearing then disappearing, as he stroked forward and back. A crude image that made her nipples harden.
She couldn’t stand the tingling there and cupped her breasts, playing with the tips. His gaze dropped to watch, and he tucked a finger into the top of her folds to circle her clitoris.
She jerked because the nubbin was already hard and engorged. The hood had slipped away. His raspy fingertip touched it directly, and she wasn’t sure she could take much more until he raised his finger, wet it with his tongue, and resumed his teasing motions.
“Troy,” she groaned, arching her back and reaching now to clutch his hair. She pulled as she began to writhe against him, loving the slide of his thick cock, the scrape of his finger. She could come like this, but she wanted more. Wanted him deep. Wanted to be so full and stretched she didn’t remember who she was or the fact this wasn’t something lasting.
Troy removed his hands then tugged on her hair and pulled back her head. Coming around her, he kissed her hard, then walked her backward, his arms surrounding her, guiding her, until her thighs hit the mattress, and she fell back.
Then he was on her, not allowing her to scoot deeper onto the mattress. With her legs hanging over the side, she watched breathlessly as he knelt between her legs and set her thighs on his shoulders.
“Too much,” she said, shielding her pussy with her hand. Too embarrassing. Too intimate. Him there, seeing everything in the lamplight.
But he ignored her, nipping her fingers until she withdrew them. Then he pulled her labia into his mouth, sucked on them, chewed them gently, getting them wet and engorged. When she was ready to scream, he backed off to blow cool streams of air over her hot flesh.
Then he parted her folds, tugging them upward to expose her clit. She groaned again and closed her eyes, refusing to watch him because it was so much dirtier to see what he did than simply feel.
He rubbed his cheeks and chin in her wet folds, the scrape of his beard itchy and exciting. Then he flattened his tongue and licked her up and down, making sure to pay more attention to the tight, hot bud at the top.
Before long, Diana rocked her head side to side and tapped his back with her heels, while she moaned and shrieked, because he surprised her, licking her, then biting her, stroking his fingers inside her pussy, teasing her asshole. Things she couldn’t prepare herself to accept because he never gave her warning.
“Bastard,” she gasped when his tongue dipped into her anus. This wasn’t happening, he wasn’t doing that.
In the next instant, she yelped because he stood and gripped her waist, shoving her toward the center of the bed, then climbing quickly over her.
When he lay atop her, his weight propped on his elbows, his cock resting on her mound, he smiled down at her. “I love the sounds you make. Do you know you chirp?”
“That was a squeal.”
“Sounded like a cricket.”
“You surprised me.”
He bent and flicked his tongue against her earlobe. “And what was that other sound. Sounded like a squeaky door.”
“It was a moan, you idiot, that you interrupted when you…did that thing.”
“That thing? Do you mean when I tongue-fucked your ass?”
She clapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say that. It never happened.”
He bit her fingers.
“Don’t get in the way.”
And then he was scooting downward, this time hovering over her breasts.
“They’re small,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“You could always gain fifty pounds. There’d be more.”
“You want me to gain fifty pounds to make my boobs bigger?”
“No, but if you want them bigger, I’m game. Just more of you to bounce against.”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “You say the most ridiculous things.”
“I like your tits,” he said, dropping a kiss on one distended nipple then the other.
“Good to know,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest because he was staring so intently.
He grabbed her arms and moved them to her sides. “Stop hiding.” He stuck out his tongue and licked around one dark circle. “You’re soft everywhere—but here the most,” he said, giving her another lick. Then he latched onto the tip and drew hard, like he was sucking a milkshake through a straw.
Her toes curled. More fluid trickled down her channel. “Troy, please.” She gripped his ears and pulled him.
He slid upward. His cock pushed against her folds, and he paused to reach downward and part them so that he could set his fat head against her opening. When he glanced toward her face, he gave her a tight smile. “Almost there. Think you’re ready?”
She shook her head. “Do you always talk this much during sex?”
“I don’t know. I tend to talk when I’m nervous.”
She canted her head. “You’re nervous about doing this with me?”
He nodded and gave her another quick smile. “You’re…so fucking sexy. Perfect. Still can’t believe you gave me the time of day, much less access to your pretty cunt.”
She smacked his shoulder.
He waggled his eyebrows.
“I’m older than you.”
“Are you?” he said, sounding surprised.
She smacked him again.
“And I’m twenty-eight. So, not a huge difference, babe.”
“Guess it doesn’t matter. It’s just sex.”
“And for that…” he pushed inside her, coming steadily up her channel, leaving her no chance to catch her breath, no time to get used to his size. He was just there. Deep inside her. His arms around her. His body over her. No escaping his steady gaze or the strength of will evident in his taut features.
She drew a ragged breath, widened her legs, then lifted her knees, easing them alongside his hips, hugging them, like she wanted to hug him, but couldn’t because her arms were trapped against his chest.
“This what you do when a girl pisses you off?” she asked.
“This what you want me to do?”