by Vivian Arend
“You never did tell me what you did to Maximilian’s parents.” She stroked her fingers down his arm and wondered at the rightness of having him with her. She still remembered the revelation she’d had before the accident. Hopefully she could share the news with him soon.
“I reminded them we make our own decisions in life. Maximilian decided he needed money to be important, and it messed up everything he had going for him. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Turners, in your family, it’s not the money it’s the relationships that are important. He lost sight of that, and now you’re all suffering. But it was his mistake, not theirs.”
“The family is still upset. It was a huge surprise to us all.”
Ryan sighed. “It was, and it’ll take time to get over it, but that’s the one thing I think your family has going for it. Every new memory you make as a clan will help wash away a little of the hurt. And hopefully others have learned from Maximilian’s mistake.”
He led her into the house and helped her take off the poncho she wore in lieu of a jacket. Nothing else she owned fit over the bulky cast on her right arm. She took a deep breath through her nose. Spicy ginger, sweet cinnamon and the scent of pine lingered in the air.
“It smells wonderful in here, Ryan. What have you done?” She tried to peer around him, but he blocked her view of the living area with his broad shoulders.
“Hmm, you’ll see. Are you ready?”
He bowed with a flourish, then stepped away. Maxine glanced around the room in amazement, her heart pounding. “Oh my word, how did you get this done so fast? How did you know where everything goes?”
The house was a wonderland. Garland and tinsel and antique silver ornaments sparkled in the afternoon sunlight that blazed in the windows. Life-sized Santa and Mrs. Claus snowmen held court in the middle of the living room next to the largest pine tree Maxine had ever seen. Trinkets and glass globes, bright red bows and hand-stitched pillows decorated the rooms. The family nativity scene with the manger as big as a dollhouse sat in its place of honor next to the grand staircase.
A sensation of wonder filled her, lifted her spirit and swept into all the corners of her heart that still held any fear or regret concerning the past months. “Ryan, it’s gorgeous.” She turned and tugged his hand until she nestled against him. She kissed him, trying to put her thanks into the touch. Let him know how much his gift meant. They parted slowly, staring at each other. He was everything she needed.
“How did you do it?” she asked again.
He chuckled. “We had an infestation of Maxes. It started innocently enough. I simply asked Junior if he’d be willing to come and help me put up the outside lights so you’d have the pleasure of seeing the house lit up when you got released from the hospital. The next thing I know I’ve got the family phonebook in my hand, and Junior’s telling me who to call to put in charge of what and…presto! Decorated house.” He led her toward the fireplace and the comfortable leather recliner placed near it for her to relax in. “Your aunties all think I can’t cook and there are now a million casseroles in the freezer. And the Christmas baking is done, unless you think we need more than twelve dozen cookies and squares for private consumption.”
Maxine sat back in the chair gingerly, happy to relax and admire the many things in the room. But of all the sights bringing her pleasure, the man kneeling at her feet was the most important. “You made one of those new memories you talked about happen, didn’t you? Everyone here decorating instead of sitting at home worrying about what they could have done differently. Thank you so much. It must have been a bit of zoo.” She stroked his cheek. “I know there’s a lot of them, but they all mean well.”
“—and they’re your family and you love them. I know. They love you too.” Ryan stopped and cleared his throat. “Maxine, I’m not sure you remember, but the first day you were in the hospital…” He paused then shuffled until he knelt directly in front of her. Taking her good hand in his, he kissed her fingers then held on tight. “I love you. I knew before you got hurt. I think I knew it the first night we went out and you told me about wanting to sleep on the porch. You’ve touched me, deep inside. You’ve changed me and made me realize what I’ve been missing in my life.”
Her throat closed tight with tears as she listened to Ryan, watched his dark eyes stare at her with such concentration and seriousness. His usual control wavered and he reached into his pocket with shaky hands. He pulled out a small grey box and opened it, displaying a very familiar delicate silver ring. “I’ve been missing family. I’ve been missing love. I had tea with your Gramma earlier today, to tell her I planned on asking you to marry me, and she insisted I have this. To give to you.”
Tears filled her eyes and she bit her lip to keep them from flooding out.
“She said she’d worn this ring for almost sixty years. It’s a little worn and scratched, but the marks on the band were all caused by love. By keeping a home and raising children and loving her husband. By living life to the fullest. She said if that’s what we planned on doing, she thought she should pass the ring on, so it could continue to enjoy what family is all about.”
He smiled at her, waiting, and she took a deep breath. Her heart filled to the top and overflowed. “So, are you going to ask me?” she teased quietly.
“You’re so impatient, just like when we make love. Give me a minute, we’ve got plenty of time.”
Maxine laughed and hit his shoulder.
He swallowed hard and stared into her eyes. “Maxine Adele Turner, will you marry me?”
She threw himself at him. Her plaster cast stuck out to the side but she still managed to get a grip on him, draping her good arm around and pulling in tight to drop kisses on his face. Her injuries responded with a twinge but the delight pouring through her far outweighed the pain. He stood and lifted her until they reached lip to lip, the long broomstick skirt she wore riding up to let her legs wrap around his torso. Mouths met and his intoxicating flavor rolled over her tongue, his hands caressing and supporting her and igniting her desire.
They pulled apart breathlessly and Maxine smiled at him sweetly. “Just so there’s no misunderstanding, and you can’t back out later, the official answer is yes. Now let me know which one of my family told you my middle name, so I can go kill them.”
Ryan laughed. “Oh no, I like your brother too much to let you hurt him. I need to warn you, Gramma will be joining us for breakfast tomorrow, along with your parents. Junior, Natasha and the baby are coming as well. Afterward I’d like to go visit Carl.”
“An engagement celebration?” she asked. “What if I’d said no?”
“I had all night to convince you. I figured you’d say yes eventually, if only to get me to leave you in peace.”
He moved to return her to the recliner but she clung tighter. “Take me to the kitchen, please.”
Confusion slid across his face but he obeyed and carried her through the living room. He opened the door to the kitchen with his hip. “Where now, sweetheart? You want to inspect the pantry, or have a snack?”
Maxine grinned. “You’re getting warmer. Put me down on the island.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A flurry of kisses landed on her lips and neck as he lowered her. Maxine was reminded of their first kiss, pleasure at how far they’d come in the past months filling her soul. She’d taught Ryan about the importance of family. He had taught her about embracing her passion for life, in and out of the bedroom. She reached under his shirt and slipped her uninjured hand up the solid muscles of his torso, dragging her fingertips over the firm ridges of his abdomen while she kissed along his jawline hungrily.
“Hmmm, sweetheart. I like what you’re doing, but you’ve got a cast and—”
“I don’t want you to make love to my elbow, Ryan.” She rubbed her palm briefly over the erection swelling behind his jeans. Then she caught his hand in hers and dropped it on her thigh, inching up the fabric of her skirt until his fingers touched bare skin.
“Wait!” She tapped her lips with her finger, like she was considering hard. “You forgot something.” She held out her left hand, wiggling her fingers.
He pulled out the ring again and slipped it on. It sparkled in the sunshine and she admired it, the sentimental value of the ring adding to her delight. There were many good memories in her past. She laughed. So many new memories to create, starting right now.
“Much better. Now, where were we? Oh yes. You were going to…” she rearranged his hands carefully so he held one thigh in each hand, “…explore.” A quiver of delight shook her as Ryan took control of her lips, biting and nibbling, licking her teeth. He massaged her thighs, inching ever higher until he froze, his thumbs touching the wet curls of her body.
“Holy fuck, you don’t have any panties on,” he gasped against her lips.
“Really? How forgetful of me,” she whispered.
He growled and ripped open his jeans. Maxine wiggled forward, bracing herself with her one good arm. She watched with delight as his turgid cock burst out and thrust toward her. There was no hesitation in his response as their need to be together grew overpowering. She opened her thighs as far as possible, eagerly waiting as he lined up the mushroomed head of his erection. He stared into her eyes and slowly buried himself in her depths. It felt so good she whimpered, letting the explosion of sensation sweep over her. He moved lethargically, stroking in again and again. His girth spread her wide and fired nerves that thrilled on each pass. He took her lips with his, holding their bodies close as he rocked his hips, driving his cock deep. Kisses consumed her like wildfire, branding her by his possession. Maxine closed her eyes to everything but the rising passion racing through her body. And when they both cried out, crossing the precipice at the same time, she knew it was another event to lock away in her treasure trove of memories. Another of many in the legacy they would build together.
About the Author
Vivian was playing hooky the day they taught about the importance of getting a “real” job; she was hiding out at the local library rereading everything for the fifth time. Since then she’s become a Jack-of-all-trades with a job-experience list only slightly smaller than the average phone book.
She’s hiked, biked, canoed, kayaked and camped throughout Canada, Europe and the States, including Hawaii and Alaska. All these adventures have now become settings for her overactive muse to wander through.
Vivian lives in Western Canada with her longtime sweetie, two wonderful kids and a dog that looks like a stuffed toy.
To learn more please visit www.vivianarend.com or you can send an email to Vivian at [email protected].
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Wolf Signs
Tidal Wave
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Wolf Games
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Slippery when wet…
Tidal Wave
© 2009 Vivian Arend
Forces of Nature, Book 1
From her first kiss to her first sight of dolphins dancing on the waves, Alexia Colten has always held a special place in her heart for Jaffrey’s Cove. Now that she’s back to help her grandmother settle into a home, she discovers this place has lost none of its remembered magic. In fact, it seems more magical than before—and more erotic.
After she’s gifted with a beautiful, dolphin-etched medallion, she finds herself surrounded by the golden boys of summers past. Her body is filled with longings she can’t explain and dreams of blue lights that turn into lovers.
Joshua Marley and his cousin Anthony are merfolk, a people capable of living beneath the waves as either dolphin or human. Alexia holds the medallion that marks her as the next in line to lead their people—if she can prove she can transform. Working in tandem, they’re sure they can arouse her passion and protect her from those who would use her simply to gain power.
But their strength alone may not be enough to help her face the challenge of her new position…
Warning: This title contains a conniving granny, naked men in the surf and shifters who take fun in the water to new depths. Snorkels not required.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Tidal Wave:
Alexia wondered briefly what she was doing in Anthony’s arms while Joshua wandered the room behind them. It was so different from anything she’d experienced before, the need welling from deep within calling her to keep these two men at her side. More than called, demanded. She longed for Joshua, a heady all-out desire that shocked her to the core, but she wanted Anthony as well. Alexia had never been one to fool around indiscriminately, always keeping sex in the context of long-term relationships. But there was no denying the urges sweeping through her now, harder and hotter than she’d experienced before.
It had to be something to do with the medallion, with the dolphins.
Did she want to be out of control like this? She’d accepted the medallion as a gift from her Gram. A trinket. Not some life-changing “now you are one of us” commitment. Yet here she stood in Anthony’s arms. Her hand throbbed from the smack she’d delivered to Michael’s face. Her body tingled from head to toe with the need for…something.
Kissing Anthony felt right. Sweet, tender kisses that turned her inside out. Anthony’s touch teased. Tentative at first, his lips on hers like a brush of the ocean on the shore at its very calmest. She stroked his lips with her tongue, and he drew a hand around her neck to adjust the angle of their mouths to bring them closer together. He nibbled on her lips, along her cheek to the V of her neckline and a shiver ran through her. Anthony was softness and intimate caring.
Then Joshua returned and the heat skyrocketed. Twisting her in his cousin’s arms Joshua took possession of her mouth and controlled her. Tongues met, teeth bit. This was what she’d been longing for and she urged him on, her lips hot and moist on his. She wrapped an arm around his neck to lock him in place, the fingers of her other hand still tangled with Anthony’s.
Three bodies close together, the rough fabric of their jeans brushed the bare skin of her legs and made her want more of their touch everywhere. Joshua’s hands held her hips firmly to his groin, his erection a hard ridge against her belly.
Anthony nipped the back of her neck, then lapped to soothe the pain away. He pulled the zipper on her dress inch by inch to release the garment from her body. A trail of kisses flowed downward, laving her bare skin with his tongue.
“She’s not wearing a bra,” Anthony whispered in awe as a finger brushed softly over the exposed skin of her back.
Joshua pulled away and Alexia restrained herself from following him, chasing his addictive taste. His hands pushed the straps of her dress aside and the top pooled around her hips. Anthony stroked her shoulders and down the curve of her breasts. He cradled her in his palms, lifting the firm globes to Joshua like an offering. The heat of Joshua’s stare hit her full on, and she forced her eyes shut to avoid going up in flames.
Then she was covered with caresses as her dress was lowered to the floor, and lips and hands touched her body again and again. She didn’t know who kissed her neck, didn’t care who caressed her breast. Skin to skin, moist kisses after searing hot touches. One of them flicked the pearled tip of her nipple, and her womb flooded with moisture.
“We want you, Alexia. All of you,” Joshua said before his tongue slid along the edge of her soaking wet undies. She opened her legs voluntarily, wanting more. Offering more. He pressed a kiss to her heated core, his teeth snagging on the fabric covering her. Hot breath on hot moisture combined and whirled together into a flammable danger zone. He leaned in harder with his lips, licking the length of her slit over her panties and she shivered.
Take them off, please.
She wanted his mouth on her, no barriers. Joshua sucked the fabric again, the crotch sopping wet between her juices and his mouth. Alexia tilted her hips, attempting to make him touch her more intimately, and he laughed. His hands traced over her thighs, thumbs rubbing along the inside toward her tender core. He pushed into the material, his fingers probing her pussy ever so slightly.
“Oh sweet mercy,” Alexia moaned. It was torment, the lightness of his touch on super-sensitized tissues.
Her panties slid away, and she rocked on suddenly shaky legs until Joshua’s hands steadied her. One hand reached behind her to clasp her ass, his fingers dipped into the crease between her cheeks. The other stroked her slit, fingers dragging through the moisture to settle where her clit pulsed in time with her heart.
Then his mouth descended and his tongue claimed her again.
All this time Anthony worshipped her breasts, his fingers rolling the tips between thumb and forefinger before he suckled, one side and then the other until both tingled with need.
“You’re beautiful, Alexia.” Anthony pulled back, his eyes glittering with golden flecks. She watched in fascination as he palmed her, lowering his mouth slowly to suckle. She was quivering with anticipation before the moist heat of his mouth lit her on fire. He raised his head to stare at her again. Stars swirled in the depths of his gaze.
“Your eyes. They’re alive with lights.” Wonder and delight filled her heart.
Anthony rose and moved to the side, allowing Joshua more room to settle intimately closer as his tongue lapped at her. Sensation built, pleasure rising. One man between her legs and one caressing her torso became an exquisite form of torture.
“You see the fire rising in my eyes, don’t you? It only shows in our human bodies when we feel extreme emotions,” Anthony whispered, dropping a kiss over her heart tenderly. “I’d do anything for you.”
A sensation like an electric shock hit her, pure energy settling on her body like a winter coat. Heavy, but comforting. She closed her eyes and still the haze of blue light surrounding them lit her vision. It was familiar and reassuring even as it sent her arousal through the ceiling.
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