Deliciously Erotic Romance Collection (The Blue Room, Frosted Midnight, Haunted Halloween, Frosted Midnight)

by Breena Wilde

  DELICIOUSLY EROTIC ROMANCE

  COLLECTION

  By:

  Breena Wilde

  www.breenawilde.blogspot.com

  DEDICATION

  This collection is for every person who loves to love and isn’t afraid to shout it from the rooftops.

  Deliciously Erotic Romance Collection

  Copyright © 2014 Breena Wilde

  Breena Wilde Books

  Kindle Edition

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  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written consent of the author, Breena Wilde, P.O. Box 1408 Bountiful, UT 84010.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the creation of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Christmas Pleasures: A Heartwarming Erotic Short (Blurred Lines)

  Lincoln is John Zane's bodyguard. He's known for his ability to follow orders to the extreme. But he's more than that. He's a hot-blooded man with insatiable needs and the ability to please a woman in every way.

  Mindy is a makeup artist in Hollywood. She is used to being in the background... until she meets Lincoln.

  He makes her feel like she's the star. And in Hollywood, that's everything.

  Frosted Midnight: An Erotic Love Story

  Willow needs a sexy Christmas miracle...

  Twenty-year-old Willow is a librarian in the tourist town of Bandon, Oregon. During the summer the town is bursting with interesting people from all over the world.

  Two summers ago she met Austin. He was everything she ever wanted in a man: smart, funny, and gorgeous. But after eight perfect weeks he left, and she hasn't heard from him since.

  Until Christmas Eve. She receives an email from Austin asking her to meet him at midnight so he can explain.

  It might be a booty call, but Willow has to see him one last time, even if it's just to say good-bye.

  Haunted Halloween: A Paranormal Erotic Short

  Amanda attends her company's annual Halloween masquerade party and is treated to a sexy night she'll never forget.

  The Blue Room (Blurred Lines)

  We know what Cadence thought the moment she first met John Zane, but what did Zane think of Cadence. You're about to find out. And be prepared. Zane has a deliciously dirty mind.

  CONTENTS

  Cover

  Dedication

  Copyright

  Christmas Pleasures

  Frosted Midnight

  Haunted Halloween

  The Blue Room

  Afterword

  Coming Soon ~ Traitorous Heart ~ Crushed Velvet

  Other Books by Breena Wilde

  About the Author

  Contact Information

  Christmas Pleasures

  “The Holidays were created for lovers, for giving and receiving. They should be spent in the arms of a beautiful stranger.” ~ Anonymous

  Chapter 1

  Mindy

  Christmas was a bullshit time of year. My dad and his step-bitch always catered a cocktail party for the rich and soulless in their gigantic house in the Hollywood Hills. My mom and the boy toy she kept as her plaything stayed in her condo on the beach in Bora Bora.

  Both parentals invited me to stay with them during the holidays. Sounded fucking exciting, right? Yeah, I didn’t think so either.

  I realized very early after their divorce that choosing one parent over the other meant months of torturous jabs from the “jilted” parent until the next year. I wasn’t having that shit. So I chose neither. Sometimes I’d go out with friends. Once I had a pussy boyfriend, but usually I just hung out alone.

  This year was different though. This year I received an invitation I was more than excited to accept.

  Have you ever met a person and fallen instantly in love? I hadn’t either. And honestly I didn’t think that was what I felt for Lincoln. Our one and only dinner date had produced chemistry and a kiss that left my pussy wet and my knees trembling, but I hadn’t heard from him in weeks.

  Lincoln was John Zane’s bodyguard. And in Hollywood everyone knew who John Zane was. Everyone wanted to be in a John Zane film. More than half of Hollywood’s actresses had been or wanted to be in his bed and more then half the men longed for him to switch teams. He was the man. And Lincoln kept him safe.

  Except not this time. I didn’t know where Zane was but Lincoln had asked me to meet him in Park City for the holidays. I jumped at the chance. Ever since I met him on the set for one of John Zane’s movies, I’d been smitten. Head over heels. Gaga. And a complete moron. Smitten sounded sweeter.

  He was hot and reminded me of Dwayne Johnson in size, but he was much better looking. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Just thinking about him lit my thighs on fire.

  ***

  The Hummer limousine turned down a long snowy drive. Pine trees stood at attention on either side of the road, blocking out anything beyond them. The branches, the wood fence, and the sprawling hotel were dusted in white. It reminded me of the powdered sugar my grandmother would sprinkle over freshly baked gingerbread cookies. The sky was thick with falling snow. Tall drifted snow pressed against the trees and fence posts.

  The wind howled, forcing a thin layer of snow along the ground. The movement reminded me of apparitions fleeing the subzero temperatures.

  Behind the quaint lodgings stood the Rocky Mountains. They were ominous, and I couldn’t help the shudder that ran through me.

  I looked out the back window for probably the tenth time since I’d been in the vehicle. But I wanted to be careful. We were the only car on the road. I hugged my leather jacket closer.

  My movements caught the eye of the driver and he smirked. “Are you expecting someone?”

  “N-No.” I thought quickly. “I’ve never seen snow up close before. Who knew it could be so cold?”

  “You should’ve worn something warmer, Mrs.—”

  “Mindy,” I said, pulling my mini skirt as far down my thighs as it would go. “And, yeah, obviously.” I crossed my arms.

  The driver pushed some buttons on the dash to his right and I felt the heater kick up.

  “Thank you,” I said, and he smiled.

  I didn’t have warmer clothes in my suitcase, either, but I hadn’t dressed or packed for the outdoors. All I’d been thinking about was what Lincoln might like. I didn’t know what his tastes were. On our one and only date I’d worn a low cut wrap dress with black heels. It was sexy but sophisticated—my friends and I called that style sexticated.

  The way Lincoln checked me out more than once that night indicated he liked what I wore so I’d packed more like that. My suitcase was full of sexticated clothes.

  The driver pulled the limo to a stop at the entrance. A bellhop in a thick parka came out and pulled open the door. When he saw
me he raised an eyebrow in surprise. I tried to ignore his look and instead concentrated on taking his gloved hand. “Welcome to Sunset Ridge,” he said in a voice not much warmer than the freezing weather.

  “Glad to be here,” I replied through instantly chattering teeth. The icy wind hit my bare legs and I let out a cry.

  The bellhop shook his head. Obviously he thought I was an idiot. I couldn’t blame him. He took me by the elbow and steered me through the door and into the lobby.

  A blast of heat warmed me immediately as did the earthy smell of apple cider. The foyer was enormous: large wooden beams, overstuffed black furniture, and ceramic tile floors stood out first. Christmas décor gave the reception area its full-on country charm. In the center of the floor was a large Christmas tree. Garland hung along the tops of the walls and the large windows had been frosted.

  I walked up to the perky blonde standing behind the desk.

  “Checking in?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Excellent. What’s your name?”

  “Mindy Garner.” I paused. “But I believe the reservation is under Adam Turner.” It was the fake name Lincoln told me to use when I arrived. I placed my purse on the counter just in case… I didn’t know. Maybe this place would need my credit card or something. Maybe Lincoln changed his mind. I’d talked to him on the phone as soon as I landed, but I kept thinking he’d realize him and me together wasn’t what he wanted.

  I knew Zane was supposed to be in hiding. Lincoln was his bodyguard, his right hand man. That meant wherever Zane went, Lincoln would be too. I couldn’t help but wonder if Zane were somewhere in this hotel as well. He and Lincoln had been gone a few months, so when Lincoln called I thought it was a joke. However, the conversation turned to one that meant I had to be cautious, make sure no one followed me, and that the reservations would be under Adam Turner. I was excited. I felt alive and sneaky. I liked it. And it meant a lot that he wanted to see me enough to go through all the trouble of making all of the arrangements so I could meet him. Hurray!

  I will admit there was a tiny party of me that felt like I might be playing a character in a bad horror movie. He’d asked me to tell no one where I was going. I hadn’t. And if I disappeared, no one would know where to find me.

  That frightened me a little. But I’d never had such an instant connection with another person before. That was the whole reason why I said yes. That connection was the whole reason why I’d come. If I didn’t take this chance I knew I’d never get another one. So there I was.

  The girl clicked away on the keyboard, looked up, and smiled. “Excellent, I need to see your driver’s license and then we’ll be all set.”

  “Okay.”

  That’s something, I thought with a sigh. Plus there was the driver and the airline pilot. If the police somehow found out I’d gone to Park City they’d have a place to start. Yeah, I was definitely overreacting.

  While I opened my purse the desk clerk lifted a phone receiver and punched several numbers. I pulled my license from my wallet and handed it to her.

  She took it and looked from it to me then spoke into the phone. “Mr. Turner, Ms. Garner has arrived. Would you like me to send her up?” She paused and I guessed she was listening. “Very good, sir.” She hung up, handed my license back, and set up a card key.

  “Here’s your key. Mr. Turner is expecting you.”

  She explained how to get there, but all I could think about was that Lincoln and I were going to be staying in a room together for the next several days.

  “Your luggage should be on its way up to the room.”

  “Thank you.”

  Chapter 2

  Mindy

  I reached the room and took a deep breath. Lincoln was in there, waiting. A dozen thoughts swarmed me at once, like: Would he be naked? Would he be happy to see me? Would he want to have sex right away? Would we leave the room? That last one made my knees tremble in anticipation. Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened.

  Lincoln smiled.

  I let out a yelp. “Hi,” I said weakly.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. It was weird to see him dressed in something other than a suit; he wore faded jeans and a cream sweater. His dark hair was slightly longer than the last time I saw him. I knew he had disappeared with Zane, and wondered if us being here was okay—if we were safe.

  “Hi back. I wondered how long you were going to stand out there.” His hair was wet and slicked back. The room was steamy and smelled of expensive cologne. He’d obviously just had a shower and I realized I wanted one of those.

  My face flushed with heat. “I was thinking—”

  Lincoln’s lips crushed mine. His breath smelled like mint toothpaste and a hint of brandy. I dropped the bag draped over my shoulder and my purse and put my arms around his neck. God, he felt good. I’d imagined this moment—our first kiss—a hundred times, and this was so much better.

  His lips opened my mouth. I met his tongue with mine. He pulled off my coat and let it fall to the floor. I had on a button up navy shirt. He undid the first button and then pulled the rest apart as though they were nothing.

  I moaned against his mouth, hungry for him, for more. This had been what I wanted, what I needed. It was more than I could’ve hoped that he was giving it to me right away. “Lincoln,” I whispered, suckling his lower lip.

  He growled, unhooking my bra and sliding it off my arms. His hands covered my breasts and his fingers rolled my nipples softly as first until I pushed into him, begging him with my body for more. He squeezed them harder and I gasped. Hot desire coursed through my body and down between my legs.

  My hands found the front of his pants and I unbuckled his leather belt. He pulled back a moment. His usually stoic expression was gone and in its place was hunger. Lust. Need.

  I knew in that moment I wanted to be the woman to fulfill his needs. Every last one of them.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse with emotion.

  “Yes, Lincoln. I want you to fuck me.”

  That was all he needed. He wasn’t wearing any shoes or socks so his pants slid off with ease. He boxer-briefs clung to his muscled thighs. His already hardened cock stood at attention, pressing against his black underwear. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see all of him. I tugged on his sweater. He gave a wisp of a smile as he pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. Then he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my thighs around his hips, feeling his huge cock pressing against my ass. I touched his face. It was clean-shaven and soft.

  He walked us over to the bed, set me down and, keeping one hand on my waist, he ripped off the comforter with the other. The he leaned down, kissed my neck, and laid me on my back. I let my hands slide along his back, up his shoulders, and over arms. His muscles flexed and rippled as he held himself above me.

  “Is there anything you won’t do?” he asked, trailing kisses between my breasts and along my ribs to my waist.

  That was an odd question. Most guys just took as much as they could without asking first; at least, that’d been my experience in the past. It probably had a lot to do with the industry I was in. The actors felt entitled to whatever and whomever they wanted. As a lowly makeup artist I was low on the totem pole, but oooh, the stories I could tell.

  Maybe someday. Right now I was with someone who actually cared about what I thought, what I wanted.

  I leaned up and kissed his earlobe. “As long as it’s with you, I’m game.”

  Lincoln smiled, kissed my cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good.”

  I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’ll hold you to that,” I whispered shyly.

  He gently pushed me down on the bed, licked my hipbones, and kissed directly above my slit.

  I moaned in anticipation, running my fingers along the waistband of his black underwear. He stood up straight to get them off. My eyes went wide. Lincoln was huge and I hoped I could accommodate him.

  He pressed my thighs wid
e so that my knees touched the bed, then wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me to the edge. I leaned up, watching him lick along my lips, barely touching my clit. The feeling sent shivers through my body and I threw my head back.

  If just the tip of his tongue made me feel that good, I trembled to think what more of him would do.

  “You ready?” he asked mischievously.

  “Yes,” I responded, gently tugging his hair.

  He found my clit and suckled it. I fell back on the bed, gasping. His tongue swirled. His teeth nibbled and I thought I would die blissfully.

  But he wasn’t done.

  He slid a finger inside as he continued to suck on my clit and moved it slowly in and out of my pussy. I released his hair and grabbed hold of the sheets.

  “Tell me how it feels,” he commanded softly.

  I let out a gush of air. “It feels good.” That was an understatement. It felt amazing. I felt the tension of my orgasm build.

  Lincoln slid another finger inside and sucked my clit harder.

  “Shit!” I shouted as my orgasm hit me hard. Wave after glorious wave rolled through my body. It felt amazing. I felt amazing.

  Chapter 3

  Mindy

  He slid his fingers out of me. I sat up. “My turn, Link.” That nickname slipped out. I glanced at his face, wondering if he was okay with it. The look he gave me shut down all thought. His attention was on what I’d just said. “Lie down,” I continued.

  He climbed on the bed and lay on his back. His huge cock seemed to call to me. I knelt between his legs. Using his precome, I rubbed the tip of his cock with the palm of my hand, swirling slowly.