Passion’s Dream by Julie Shelton
The Doms of Passion Lake Book 1
When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down. Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant connection. The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.
Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she surprised her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart? And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?
“Harder,” she begged, licking her lips. “Faster. “Please, Clay.”
“All in good time, baby,” he soothed. “I want to savor this—savor you. I took you so fast last night, I didn’t get a chance to do that. I want this time to be about the journey, not just the destination.”
Her response was to close her eyes, throw her legs around his waist and lock her ankles behind his back, thrusting her hips upward. Her inner muscles flexed, sucking him deeper into her heated core. “Please…please.”
Clay gritted his teeth. Christ! Her body was heaven! It would be a miracle if he survived this so-called journey. Sucking in his breath, he gave her what she so obviously wanted. What she so obviously needed. He sped up, thrusting in and out, caressing her tender tissues with heat and light that exploded behind her eyelids in starbursts of pleasure. His energy closed over her, swamping her, sending a current of electricity sizzling through her. Her muscles convulsed around him as he built her orgasm thrust by thrust.
He rammed inside her, thrusting as deep as it was possible to go, as if he were trying to pierce her very heart. She moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust as he pounded into her like a battering ram. Grunts and groans, the animalistic sounds of mating, rent the air as the coil within her grew tighter and tighter. He pumped his hips, his movements becoming more and more erratic as he drove them both higher and higher, until, with a howl, she exploded beneath him, her convulsing body pulling him over the edge right behind her into destruction. Their cries shattered the quiet as pleasure crashed over them in monstrous waves, tumbling them, dragging them under, slamming them against the rocks. Until the convulsions heaving through them slowed and finally stopped, leaving them limp and exhausted. Clay slid his arms beneath her and held her tight. Bodies still connected, he rolled onto his back, pulling her around to lie atop him where she sprawled like a sweaty blanket. Finally, his penis deflated and slipped out of her, releasing a copious flow of their mingled juices out onto his groin.
He just lay there holding her with one arm, stroking her hair with the other hand as their pounding heartbeats returned to normal and their breathing slowed. “Lift up, baby,” he said quietly. Putting her hands on his chest, she pushed herself up, looking at him through eyes that were dazed and unfocused, her tousled hair in wild disarray around her head. He rolled her off of him onto the blanket. “Stay right here, love, I’m going to get something to clean us up.”
“Oh, not that cold water,” she protested. “I’d rather go home reeking of sex than bathe in ice water.”
Clay just chuckled. “I have some wet wipes in Hercules’ saddlebags. I’ll be right back.” He went over to the horse, who had been quietly munching grass through the entire scene. When he came back, he ripped open several packets and wiped as much of her as he could. Then, while she was putting her clothes back on, he tied off the condom and cleaned himself. Careful to pick up every scrap of trash, he put everything into a zip-lock bag and zipped it shut. He looked up to see Leah eyeing him skeptically from beneath raised eyebrows. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing. You just seem awfully well-prepared for a spontaneous outing to the falls,” she commented.
He laughed. “Believe me, there was nothing spontaneous about it.” He waggled his eyebrows. “This, my lady, was a carefully planned seduction, designed to ravish your senses and render you insensate, so as to take advantage of your ripe, luscious body. So how’d I do?”
“No complaints on this end.” She grinned, letting him take her hand and pull her up off the blanket, which he proceeded to fold. “Do you…um…do you ravish many ladies here?” Omigod, I can’t believe I just asked that! She bit her lip as her cheeks heated.
He stopped, turning to face her. When she couldn’t raise her head to look at him, he curled his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her gaze to his. “I have never brought any woman to this spot, Leah. You are the first and only woman I have ever, or will ever, share this place with.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “Even if you decide to return to your life in San Francisco, there will never be another woman in this place.”
“This place is very special to you, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I come here whenever I need to unwind. Or meditate.” He hesitated. “Or pray.”
“You pray?” she asked curiously.
“Yes. To the spirits of nature. They are all strong in this place, earth, air, sun-fire, and water. I know they watch over me and that’s why I wanted to make love with you here. So they would see how special you are to me and know to watch over you, too. Not just here, but wherever you go.”
Tears clogged her throat, welling up in her eyes. God, where did he find the words he used? He was a SEAL. A warrior. A man whose character had been shaped by poverty, neglect, tragedy, and indifference. Yet his words were like poetry. Like a song so beautiful, it ravishes the heart. She just stared up at him, unable to put thoughts into words. How could she even think of leaving someone whose every word was spoken straight from the heart?
As Clay watched, one lone tear spilled over her lower lid and started down her cheek. He bent his head and licked it away with the tip of his tongue, absorbing the chaos of her emotions into himself. Into that deep, inner stillness that was at the core of his being.
Read the entire first chapter of Passion’s Dream at: http://new.drb1stchp.com/2016/passions-dream-julie-shelton/
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“If you loved Shelton’s Sarah series hold on to your hats, this is a spin off and it’s hotter than her other books. I cannot tell you how much I freaking LOVED this book! Shelton knows how to write hot, sweaty, make you shiver sex with an amazing plot to boot. Totally recommend and deserves 10 stars, this new series rocks and I can’t wait to read more!!!”
“First I have to say I was riveted to my seat! I didn’t set my reader don’t for a second! Ms Shelton pretty much astounded me with this sit on the edge of your seat book. There is mystery, intrigue, drama, sociopaths, hot cowboys, Alpha SEAL’s, and a Dominant Man sure to make your panties wet! I have a thing for Alpha Native Americans so this book grabbed me and sucked me into a vortex of hot desire.”
“I was blown away with how intense the book was and kept thinking it was at the top of my list along with books from Cherise Sinclair and Kallypso Masters, yes this book was that great. I hate to compare authors since each is their own, but Julie is a force to be recognized in the big leagues of contemporary erotic romance. Don’t hesitate to buy you will not be disappointed. Can’t wait for the next book.”
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From fairies in the garden at age 9 to handcuffs in the boudoir at age 60, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French from Georgia State University followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Emory University. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as a book, Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resource for early childhood educators.
At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist, Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, an actress, and a writer. Now, at age 73, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”.
Followed closely, of course by bestselling author. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams die hard.
Now retired, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.
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