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Titania Ladley

Writing as

Roxana Blaze

Shades of Passion

A Contemporary Suspense Erotic Romance
Now available at
Ellora's Cave

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wealthy real estate investor Gunnar Hawkens has never bid on a person beforeuntil he discovers his ex-wife has offered herself for sale in a trial engagement on BidWars.com. Placing the highest offer under an assumed name, he wins her back, along with their Wyoming ranch. Now to inform the stubborn beauty he's her anonymous online bidder, to convince her that their love will never dieand to make her his wife once more.

Daphne Saunders is stunned to find her ruggedly handsome ex-husband on her doorstep, and even more shocked to find herself in bed with him in sixty seconds flat. Refusing to take no for an answer, Gunnar sets out to convince Daphne he'll never stop loving her, and that the many shades of their passion can never died.

But that's just the problem. If Gunnar discovers the real reasons for the divorce, someone will die...

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Excerpt:
 

Setup:  Sometimes, absence truly does make the heart grow fonder…not to mention it definitely makes the loins hotter. In this scene, Gunnar and Daphne find out firsthand just how scorching things can get seeing each for the first time after months apart following a bitter divorce…

 

Baffled, she followed on his heels. “Gunnar…” Daphne gripped his solid biceps and tugged but he gently pulled his arm away and just continued right on into the vaulted kitchen. Shaking her hand where the heat from his arm singed her flesh, she demanded, “What’s going on here? Why have you come back? You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t…”

Gunnar jerked open the refrigerator and bent, peering in. The large bag dangled in front of him as he reached inside, and light washed over his chiseled face lending a twinkle to his eyes. Something about seeing him here again in what had been their kitchen and making himself very at home did odd things to her womb.

He drew out a beer, twisted off the top and tossed it into the trashcan with a clank. “Just taking advantage of an after-hours brew.” To demonstrate, he tipped his head back and took a long swallow. “Ah, nice and cold,” he sighed, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a hot gaze. His tongue came out and took an exaggerated lick of his upper lip and she imagined the tip of it swirling around her hard clit while those long fingers…

Enough, Daphne.

She folded her arms over her bare midriff. Cold, he’d said? No, she was far from it. His predator’s stare caused a surge of liquid fire to shoot through her bloodstream. Her nipples perked up in response and poked against the thin bra top of her swimsuit. Not moments before he’d arrived, she---and the pistol she’d grown attached to---had just come in off the trail. Refusing to be terrorized any longer in her own home, she’d re-strapped that particular loaded gun to her hip and slipped into her bikini top and shorts. She wanted a life for once. She simply wanted to catch what was left of the afternoon rays while watering her flowerbeds, for God’s sake.

Never in a billion years would she have expected to be watering her crotch instead.

“Look, your little macho barging-in act isn’t amusing.” Daphne began to back away when he took one step toward her, a gleam of arrogance in his eyes. “I-If you don’t start explaining yourself---or better yet, getting the hell out of here---I’m going to call the sheriff.”

Gunnar’s glazed expression faded. He plunked the beer onto the tiled island and moved closer with that trademark swagger of his. Daphne knew that look too, the one of rage edged by aroused prowess---or was it arousal edged with rage? It didn’t matter one way or the other. They were one and the same where Gunnar Hawkens was concerned and both extremely perilous to her libido.

Jesus Christ, was she dreaming? Here she’d gone months without one sight or sound from him, and now with one firm rap on the door---bam!---he had her senses on overload. Every gesture, every look and faint aroma made her feel as if she’d just been injected with a forbidden, euphoric drug.

Her heart did a little skitter when he swept off the hat and winged it, skimming it across the wooden floor. No matter how much she ordered herself to do so, she couldn’t take her eyes off his every move. And she really should have because the make-or-break-her, irresistible event occurred just as she expected it would. It was the one thing he knew always got to her, when a lock of his ink-black hair tumbled boyishly across his brow.

Oh God, to feel that soft thickness threaded through my fingers again…

As if her gawking weren’t enough humiliation, she was acutely aware if she creamed any more, it would be dribbling down the insides of her thighs embarrassing her beyond recovery.

“I’ve missed you, Daphne,” he murmured, following her around the island and backing her into its hard surface. He leaned down and planted his hands on either side of her, caging her in. His eyes were twin orbs of black-as-sin heaven as he held her captive. The heat of his body surrounded her and the charged aroma of him nearly suffocated her. She felt as if her lungs had ceased breathing. Damn it but the flesh-and-blood nearness of him was too much to bear, too tempting.

Too dangerous for them both.

“Gunnar, I don’t---”

“I’ve missed you like mad. Your soft, naked skin beneath mine,” he rasped, lifting a hot hand to cup her cheek. He followed that by sensuously combing his fingers through her hair. Goose flesh prickled along her arms and torso making her areolas ache. “Your wild green eyes first widening when I sink my cock into your wetness, then…”

Daphne swallowed the dry lump her gasp inflicted. His bold words were having just as potent an effect on her as his searching touch was. He reached around to knead her ass with his other hand, and when he drew her hips toward him, slamming her pussy into his half-hard erection, her frail sanity nearly snapped in two.

“What is this---”

“The way they flutter shut and roll back in your head when you’re about to come.” He pressed his mouth to hers, just a skim of the lips, whisper-soft and warm, and she thought she’d die with want. “The way your cunt floods my shaft and soaks my balls when you’re burning with arousal.”

He flicked his tongue out and she tasted the sharp flavor of beer. “Mmm and your nice big breasts,” he moaned, drawing one side of her bikini over so that her left mound popped out. The blast of cool air conditioning engulfed her flesh. Oh no you don’t, nipple. Don’t you do it. But the pink bud tightened painfully against her silent order, puckering and causing her face to flame with mortification.

His perusal scanned her from eyes to chest, quickly heating every cell wherever his gaze skimmed. The bold inspection caressed her flesh like the touch of a strong, loving hand.

“God, I’ve missed those luscious things.”

Stifling a groan, she set her tight grip on the pistol, leaving it holstered. “That’s enough, Gunnar.”

With her free hand, she pushed against his chest but she may as well have been shoving a concrete wall. His pectorals were solid and warm against her palm, so masculine and enticing. She’d meant to remove her hand when his body remained inert but she just couldn’t help herself. Nearly half a year without a man---without Gunnar---had been like an eternity in celibacy hell.

“Enough? No, there’s never enough with you. So beautiful, so sexy.” He licked his lips and shook his head, continuing to study her exposed skin. “Son of a bitch, I’ve been lost without you. I’ve forgotten just how stunning you really are.”

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Reviews:

5 Angels!  “I have to admit this is one of the most romantic stories I’ve read in a few months... There is one scene that I’m sure women across America would appreciate, as well as hope that the person in their life will do at least once... The story isn’t just erotic, it’s laced with a bit of suspense and an ending that you don’t see coming until it is upon you. Ms. Blaze demonstrates she knows how to bring a book to the table that will leave you wanting for more.” ~ NeNe for Fallen Angel Reviews

 

 

4/5 Stars!

"A decadently sinful story...a passionate tale...Gunnar and Daphne are two people who needed to communicate more, to share their fears and hopes, and the reason for their divorce. I enjoyed also the sensual exploits of them both, especially when they both discover that what they lost hasn’t gone, only that it’s been put into hibernation for a while...I loved this book, the sexiness of the characters and also the outcome for them both."  ~Sheryl from eCataRomance.com

 

“…intensely in love, and their need for each other is captivating…a nice short story.” ~ Aris for TJ Book-list Blog

 

“Roxana Blaze also known as Titania Ladley is an author who knows exactly how to satisfy her readers. I never get enough of her writing! Her characters always turn up the heat and her storylines are simply to die for. I hope you'll give her newest, SHADES OF PASSION, a try.”  ~ Kerensa for Crave More Romance Blog

 

"SHADES OF PASSION truly lives up to its name.  All the colors of love and emotion fill the pages as Gunnar and Daphne re-discover each other and determine to find out who hates them so much...  Roxana Blaze does not stint on the steam or soul-stirring lovemaking.  The heat from Gunnar and Daphne could start grassfires.  This one is a keeper.  I recommend SHADES OF PASSION."  ~ Maggie Anderson  for RRTErotic.com

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