I WANT TO BUY THIS BOOKSYMPHONY IN RAPTURE
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or PRINT format, and in print at a Waldenbooks
or Borders near you!Since her divorce and the death of her daughter,
musician Michelle Wright has distanced herself
from all those who care about her. However,
when the otherworldly music she hears outside
the window of a new neighbor lures her into an
unexpected seduction by a handsome, secretive
composer, she cannot quell the long-dormant
needs that rise to the surface. But Nicholas
Duqaine is hiding secrets – secrets that will test
the limits of Michelle's love and the limits of her
belief. Nick’s dark past could keep them apart –
forever – unless Michelle can convince him that
love conquers all.
EXCERPT:
Shortly, Nick heard the muted padding of bare feet on the carpet behind him.
He opened his eyes. Michelle approached, carrying a crystal bowl in one hand,
a pastry bag in the other. To his delight, she arranged herself comfortably across
his thighs, nestling the bowl of what he could now see were wedges of fresh peach
in her lap. Good God, Nick thought. Peaches. Just like his fantasy from the night
before. Before he could even take in a deep breath, his penis had begun to swell.Taking up a wedge, Michelle swirled a white ribbon of whipped cream onto the
end and held it up to Nick. He bit, sweet-tart juices squirting into his mouth.
Michelle wriggled slightly, savoring the feel of his rapidly expanding phallus sliding
beneath her skirt.She fed him two more slices, then leaned in and ran her tongue over the outside
edges of his lips, removing lingering traces of sweetness. His lips parted, and she
started to draw away, suddenly shy again. Nick reached up, lacing his fingers
through her hair, trapping her lips against his. She kissed him hesitantly, exploring
his mouth with her soft, supple tongue. Bolts of desire traveled from his mouth to
his groin with each tentative foray. Nick traced the low neckline of Michelle’s shirt
with the fingers of one hand.Pulling back, Michelle tugged the blouse down, revealing naked, swollen nipples.
On impulse, she squeezed a rich dollop of cream onto each one, eying Nick expectantly.Nick thought to himself, From ingénue to temptress in ten seconds flat. Not that
he was complaining. He took another peach and bit into it. The curve formed in the
juicy morsel fit nicely over the nearest of Michelle’s white-tipped buds. Michelle
moaned as the wet flesh came into contact with the fiery nub. The small bud sharpened
into a tight peak, and she squirmed as Nick turned the wedge and brushed fuzzy skin
lightly as a feather across the stiff crown. “Oh, God,” Michelle moaned, and he
popped the sweet fruit into her mouth. He lowered his head and brought the fantasy
she had imagined earlier to life, his warm tongue licking her aureole in lazy circles,
removing the barest layer of sweetness with each pass. Finally, he grazed the eager
pyramid with the tip of his tongue. “Yes,” she murmured, and watched his darting
tongue hungrily as he teased the tender tip until she shivered with the tantalizing
sensations traveling from her chest to her groin. Abruptly, Nick slipped his arms
under her and lifted her up, striding out of the room and down the hall. He entered
the first doorway he came to—a guest bedroom, as he’d suspected—and hastened
to lay her on the bed.He took the bowl of peaches and placed it on the bedside table, then confiscated
the pastry bag and swirled more cream onto Michelle’s breasts. This time, he breathed
the cream from her, drawing air rapidly into his mouth, from as close to her nipples
as he could possibly get without touching them. Michelle wiggled, trying to force
contact, but he steadied her. “Back in a minute,” he said, and winked. A moment
later, he returned, a measuring cup in one hand. He sat on the side of the bed.
Reaching into the cup with two fingers, he grinned wolfishly. “I prefer sugar with my
peaches.” He sprinkled sparkling grains across her breasts, then set the sugar aside.
He massaged the generous mounds with his large, capable hands. Michelle convulsed,
the conflicting sensations of the sharp, translucent grains biting into her and Nick’s tender,
smooth flesh gliding over them like silk driving her wild. Before she had completed
climaxing, he bent, letting his tongue travel over the raw buds.Like pebbles in a pond, each stroke of Nick’s tongue sent ripples of pure pleasure
through Michelle’s being. Trapped at the peak of her orgasm, she couldn’t breathe
as he pressed harder and harder, the gentle sanding she had received heightening
her nipples’ sensitivity, sending sinuous shocks of rapture spiraling into her core
until she finally tumbled over the edge, crying out in ecstasy.REVIEWS for SYMPHONY IN RAPTURE:
“...the most compelling, captivating and totally orgasmic story I
have read in a great while...an exceptional read and completely
worthy of the Gold Star Award...not just another erotic romance
...a truly unique, enchanting and touching read!!”Amber Taylor
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Rachel Bo is an excellent author...necessary read with red-hot sex...”
Ruby, Fallen Angel Reviews at http://fallenangelreviews.com
“...compelling tale...hot sex...one of the best contemporary romance
I have read in a long time.”Tracey West, The Road to Romance at
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