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Sin of the Past by LA Day
Available at Cobblestone Press
The past has a way of catching up with you and sometimes you’re glad it does. Freshly divorced, Sara is skipping town and looking for adventure. However, she’s about to discover an erotic adventure with the one man she thought she’d lost forever.
Cein Creedon walked away from Sara when she chose another man over him. However, she’s free now and Cein has waited about as long as he can. It’s time he reminds her why he was nicknamed Walking Sin.
Blood began to pump rapidly through her veins as she gazed at him. He looked like a man who would know how to please a woman. She looked at his large hands, with long, tapered fingers as he raised his fork to his mouth. His generously full lips parted, and his hand hesitated. She glanced up to meet his gaze across the room. Her breath caught in her throat. He had dark eyes, almost black, and they burned into her flesh.
An erotic film rolled through her mind. Stretched out naked on a bed, her body contorted in pleasure as a man feasted between her thighs. Her pussy spasmed in urgent release, and the man’s head rose. Those same black eyes gleamed at her from a face years younger.
Sara gasped as her panties dampened with familiar need. It couldn’t be, not after all these years. “Cein Creedon,” she whispered, her lips trembling.
Cein, better known as Walking Sin, back in town after all these years. Grabbing her purse, she threw a twenty on the table and ran from the restaurant. Sprinting to her car, she slammed the compact’s door and gunned the engine. She had to get away before she embarrassed herself beyond redemption. Small towns were known for gossip and ever since Mike left, she’d been hiding from the whispers of failure. She could only imagine the reaction if she spread herself on Cein’s table and asked for a repeat performance of the one unfinished night they’d shared. At that thought, her upper thigh muscles tightened, and her pussy gushed. Damn, she needed a man. A mindless fuck with an anonymous stranger ought to ease her lust. An annoying voice in her head doubted a stranger could ease the arousal Cein inspired all too easily.
Cein watched Sara run from the diner with an amused smile. She wouldn’t get very far. Standing, he stretched his legs. Sara had forgotten her package, but he wouldn’t mind delivering it. Peeling off a few bills, he dropped them on the table and collected Sara’s gift. He peeked under the glittery paper and raised a dark brow. A chuckle escaped his lips. It would be his pleasure to deliver the item. He knew exactly what he would do with it. Whistling, Cein headed for his bike. It was about time he taught Sara that the only place she could run was into his arms. The last time, he’d followed her wishes and left town. This time, she would bend to his will.
He hadn’t been able to help overhearing Sara and her friend’s conversation. If Sara was hungry for sex, he would be the man to feed her. He would teach her exactly what she had been missing all these years.
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