Now the BLURB for Cursed:
It’s common knowledge the
Edgeworth men are unlucky in love.
Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when
he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into
the sunset. Ashamed the Voiles moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s
up to him to persuade the women to remove the curse. He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn
Voiles for himself. Now he just needs to
make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood...
Avalyn’s spent her whole life
hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she
expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to
be her perfect match. Should she take a
chance on love and risk history repeating itself?
And here's an EXCERPT from Cursed to whet your appetite for more:
She came to stand in front of
him with her hands linked behind her back. She titled her head to the side and
peered up at him from beneath long black lashes.
“I’ve spent the past month
miserable because of a past I had nothing to do with. I’m done with that.”
He held his breath, afraid he
might have misunderstood.
Her gaze met his, and her
dark eyes were filled with an intense longing he knew would be mirrored in his
own. His thoughts had centered on this woman day in and day out. Even now his hands
itched to wind themselves in her hair as he pulled her body to rest against his
own. He swallowed. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet room as he waited for
her next move. Avalyn stepped closer.
“I guess what I’m trying to
say is…” Her voice was a whisper of silk, low and sensual. It washed over him.
She trailed the tips of two fingers from his clavicle to his chest, where she
spread her palm over his heart. He lowered his lids to half-mast as arousal
began to weave its wicked spell. “I’m done with that.” She leaned in closer;
her body rubbed against his, burning him through the material of his clothing
as she went on her tiptoes. Full lips brushed grazed his Adam’s apple, and he
gasped when her tongue darted out to flicker over his pulse point.
“Tasty. I knew you would be.”
Her breath was warm as it swirled over the wet path she’d created moments
before, making it tingle. His head spun. How had he gone from aggressor to
this? His cock hardened and strained against the zipper of his jeans. He was
about three seconds from taking her on his desk.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I
want.”
Her husky voice made his
eyebrows shoot up toward the ceiling. Had she just read his mind?
“No, I read your eyes. I want
every ounce of the lust I see in those pretty green orbs, Colton. I’ve been
celibate a long time. I’m ready to be filled, ridden, and wrung out to dry. Do
you think you can do that?”
Was she serious?
“Don’t worry, this isn’t a
trap. You’ll find I say what I mean.”
A trail of goose bumps broke
out over his body as she rocked her hips into his and nipped at his bottom lip.
He groaned. Shouldn’t they talk? She issued another sharp bite. The soothing
feel of her slippery tongue knocked all rational thought from his mind.
Fuck it.
He bent over to grab her
thighs, and she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Her nails scrapped
across his scalp, and he grunted when she gave a light tug on his hair. “Damn,
your hair is softer than I imagined it would be. It’s like red satin.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my
line?” he asked.
She laughed, a raspy sound
that made his stomach quiver. “Oh, I’m an equal opportunity kind of girl.”
“God, you’re sexy.”
“Mhmm, the feeling is
mutual.”
She nipped at his neck, and
her nails dug into his shoulders. He hissed. The pleasurable pain made the tip
of his dick harden further and leak. Damn, she’d made him wet!
“Are you trying to mark me,
woman?”
“I like everyone to know when
something’s mine.” She rotated her hips and purred low in her throat.
“Is that what I am?”
“Oh, yes, I think that’s what
you’ve from the moment we first met.”
He opened his mouth to
protest, but the rotation of her hips strangled his words in a choke hold.
“Don’t worry, Coly, the
possession works both ways.”
The whispered words made
something inside him snap. The need to claim what was his goaded him into
action. He spun them around, bent over, and swiped the desk with his right arm.
Paperwork, pens, and folders flew through the air, landing helter-skelter
around the room. He placed Avalyn’s body onto the desk with a soft thud. A mewl
left her lips, and she arched her back. It was obvious she enjoyed the
roughness. Her eyes opened. A sinful spark smoldered in her fathomless eyes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t break.”
He placed his forearms on
either side of her head and leaned down to taste her lips. She was like a shot
of espresso, sweet and exhilarating. He tilted his head to deepen their lip-lock.
Their tongues wrestled for dominance. The back and forth power play had him
more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never imagined things
could be this way. They came apart to suck down air, and she pushed against his
chest.
“Naked, now.”
Her commanding tone made him
growl. The rumble echoed in his chest. He stood and began to unbutton his
flannel shirt as she shed her tank top. He pulled the flannel off and ripped
the white T-shirt underneath it. Her breasts were firm and high with large,
milk chocolate-colored nipples that called him in like a homing beacon. Unable
to resist their siren’s call, he walked over to the desk, pulled her to the
edge, and feasted. He sucked a hard pebble into his mouth and massaged the
other. She arched her back like a cat, and he knew he’d hit an erroneous zone. She
roamed his body with her, scorching his skin as she explored
Sharp nails sunk into his
flesh, and he bit down on her nipple. She released a squeal that made his chest
swell with pride. He wanted to please this woman more than he’d ever wanted to
do anything else. He pulled back a few minutes later, eager to taste more of
her skin. She was a fire in his blood, in his very veins. He could only
extinguish the flames by having every part of her. He kissed his way down her
firm stomach and paused at the button of her jeans.
“Oh, don’t stop now. It’s
just getting good.”
Shyla Colt lives in
southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she's not
teaching Abc's , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time
and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep
is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that
feel real, plots that make you, think and happily ever after endings that show
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