Mara by the Sea #romance #shifters

Since her divorce, Mara has been moldering. Or at least that’s what her best friend tells her when she drags Mara to Cancun for a pick-me-up.

Mara finds more than a pick-me-up. On the beach, she meets two beautiful men who, though they’re obviously into each other, are very much into Mara, too. And when they invite her into their unique world, it’s an experience unlike anything she could ever imagine.

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“Do you know what your problem is? You don’t know how to have fun. Plain and simple. You are funless.”

Mara gaped at her friend Cor, offended. “I am not funless. I’m… funful. I have lots of fun.”

“No, you don’t.” With a slight flip of her shoulder length chestnut hair, Cor looked pointedly at Mara’s Diet Coke. Cor herself was drinking a margarita. “Seriously, when was the last time you had fun?”

“I went to the movies last weekend,” Mara shot back, defensive.

“Wow.” Cor’s voice was deadpan. “Really daring.”

Mara sank back in the booth, annoyed and chagrined at the same time. “Well, what would you suggest, Miss Ultimate Fun?”

Cor looked smug. “That actually is my name, you know.” She drew something out of her purse, holding it hidden under the edge of the table. “So of course I have ideas.”

“Of course you do.” Mara stared at the edge of the table as if she might suddenly develop X-ray vision and be able to see what her friend was hiding. “So what are these ideas? Should I be scared?”

“Of course you should be scared. I’m going to push you right out of your comfort zone.”

“I like my comfort zone. It’s comfortable. That’s why it’s called a comfort zone.”

Cor leaned over the table, a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. “You know what else is comfortable? Hot guys fucking you senseless” — she revealed the envelope she held — “on the beach at Cancun.”

Mara stared, then reached out to take the envelope. “You didn’t.” She opened it hesitantly, as if a poisonous snake might leap out and bite her. Inside the envelope were two tickets to Cancun, one for her and one for Cor. Mara sighed. “I hope my passport’s up to date.”

“It is. I checked.” She grinned brightly and snatched the tickets back. “You’ve been moping around for eight months, ever since the divorce was finalized. This will do you some good. Trust me.”

Mara looked mournfully at her Diet Coke, then Cor’s margarita. “I guess I’ll have to.”

Cor’s grin turned to a smirk. “Damn straight.”

* * *

The sand between her toes and the mojito in her hand helped a bit, but Mara still felt out of sorts. This just wasn’t the kind of thing she did. It wasn’t a Mara thing.

That’s the point, her little voice said. Doing Mara things isn’t going to get you anywhere. Mara things are boring.

She took another sip of the mojito, enjoying the tang of mint and citrus. Maybe that little voice was just the rum talking. Maybe she should quit worrying so damn much about it and just enjoy herself. She might not break down and have a crazy sexual fling, as Cor insisted she should, but at the very least she could relax for the weekend. God knew she could use some relaxation.

She took another sip of her mojito, then leaned back in the beach chair and closed her eyes. The sun was warm, the breeze off the ocean vaguely cool, and the rum was working its way into her system, leaving her nicely limp and relaxed.

Somebody giggled.

Mara wasn’t sure why that particular sound, out of all the sounds around her, caught her attention. She wasn’t alone on the beach, after all. There were couples all around, lotioning each other, running up and down the beach, smooching, doing God only knew what under beach blankets, kids tossing beach balls and squeaking like kids do — but that giggle rose above everything else and set something off in her brain. Maybe because of the incongruity. It wasn’t a woman giggling, or a kid. It was a man, the sound of the giggle strange when paired with the deepness of his voice.

The sound came again, this time a bit more toward the laugh end of the spectrum than the giggle end. Mara turned her head and zeroed in on the source.

Two young men were sprawled over a blanket not far away. The giggling seemed even more incongruous now; the giggler was a big, lanky man, easily six feet three. And young. He’d be lucky, Mara thought, if he’d seen his twenty-fifth birthday yet. The other man looked to be a few years older and a few inches shorter. He sat bent forward a bit, a wry smile on his face, while the younger man slathered suntan lotion over his wide, muscular back. The younger man’s hands were huge, engulfing the older man’s broad shoulders. As Mara watched, he leaned forward to kiss the hollow of his friend’s shoulder, then laughed again. The sound was deep and melodious, and made Mara strangely warm. Friend, hell. Lover, more like. The older man reached up to cup his friend’s face, smiling, and Mara gulped down more mojito.

They were just so… pretty. Unselfconscious, relaxed, obviously enjoying each other’s company. She remembered feeling that way once on a beach with David, curled up into his wide body on a beach blanket while he combed his fingers through her wet hair —

She pushed that thought back. No sense thinking about that right now. She was here to have fun, to forget about the divorce and everything having to do with David.

The men moved closer together, the taller one draping his arms over his friend’s chest. They looked happy to her.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Faith Talbot has been a body double, a prima ballerina, and a forklift driver. In her spare time, she likes to knit and play the zither. Sometimes she can be found at rock concerts not being the least bit stalkery at all.

Throwback Thursday with a hot Cyborg!

 

2570 (1)Her Cyborg Lover

(Terras Five – Book One)

By Anne Kane

Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance

http://www.AnneKane.com

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Blurb:

Natalie’s loved and lost and she’s not so sure she wants to risk her heart again. She’s willing to settle for a challenging career as a space-pilot instructor and a succession of no-strings attached lovers. But that’s before her boss saddles her with the last thing she wants—a new partner.

Jebediah recognizes his perfect match in Natalie from the moment she seduces him on a dare. Everything that makes her a top-notch pilot, from her fearlessness to her passion, make a night in her bed both challenging and unforgettable.

A dangerous confrontation with a brutal enemy, an exploding drive engine and a traitor close to home throw everything into perspective. Natalie is going to have to put the past behind her and risk it all, because when your partner is also your lover, failure is not an option.

 

EXCERPT

He leaned forward, his larger body covering hers. Rock hard and demanding, it trapped her against the sleeping mat so that she could barely move as he explored every curve, every ultra-sensitive inch of her breasts.

She never allowed this, never allowed a male to dominate her completely.  And yet, with this man it felt so damn good.

He explored lower, his tongue and teeth working their way across every curve, every inch of bare skin until they were foiled by her remaining clothing.

“Damn!” Natalie muttered impatiently, bucking against his restricting weight. She needed to get her clothes off. Needed to feel his lips and tongue on her belly, on her thighs, on her mound. Needed the hot darts of lust dancing across the surface of her skin to continue. Needed him to continue.  “Move!”

Jebediah shifted his weight, giving her enough wiggle room to get out of her clothes without actually letting her go. She took full advantage, squirming out of her suit in record time. The feel of his naked flesh against hers sent shivers of lust shuddering through her. It hadn’t been all that long since she’d indulged the carnal side of her nature, so why was her pussy clenching in sweet anticipation?

“Oh sweet mother of an asteroid!” Jebediah’s nostrils flared as he stared down at her naked body. His cock swelled impossibly larger, pressing rock hard against her thigh.

“Nope. Just one horny space captain.” She hooked a leg behind his knee and rolled, putting herself on the top. That felt better.

“Not a fan of the missionary position?” He chuckled. “I’m okay with that so long as you know I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.”

“Go where?” Reaching down, she ran a finger along the side of his rigid cock. “Did I mention I’m feeling desperately horny tonight, and it looks like you have just what I need to fix that.”

Her thumb and forefinger didn’t begin to meet around the thick shaft. She slid her hand along the length of him, marveling at the heat. The thick vein on the underside throbbed strongly. What would that feel like, buried deep inside her aching sex?

“I haven’t had any complaints.” Grasping her hips, he pulled her down on top of him and settled in to feast on her naked body, licking and nibbling in turn until her senses spun out of control.

Natalie moaned softly, every nerve ending on fire. When he wrapped one brawny arm around her and reversed their positions again, she was too far-gone to complain. She bucked her hips up, instinctively searching for the release that only he could supply. The hard length of his cock pressed into her thigh, teasing her with the promise of carnal delight.

She wanted him now. Needed him now. Position didn’t matter, so long as he didn’t stop. She wrapped her legs around his hips, hooking her heels behind him. “Damn it, fuck me now!”

With a grunt of pure male satisfaction, Jebediah shifted himself up, positioning his cock at the slick entrance to her pussy. “My pleasure, Natalie.”

Her name rolled off his tongue like a soft caress as he invaded her with slow, shallow thrusts, working his cock into her one deliciously tight inch at a time. Finally, when she felt so incredibly full she was sure she couldn’t take anymore, his balls slapped softly against her ass and he stopped moving.

She gasped as he lay still on top of her for a long minute, allowing her time to adjust to his size. She’d never felt so utterly, completely stuffed before. When Jebediah finally started to move, every stroke of his massive cock sent fiery bursts of heat racing through her entire body.

She squirmed beneath him, moaning and whimpering incoherently as his thick shaft rammed into her again and again. Not gentle. The damn cyborg was definitely not gentle, but that was fine with her. Gentle was highly overrated. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she matched him thrust for thrust.

Jebediah picked up the pace, sending her libido spiraling higher and higher until the world exploded into a thousand tiny particles of pleasure.

Natalie let out a scream of sheer satisfaction as waves of heat rolled through her one after the other. Her slick channel throbbed around its load of hot cock, and a few seconds later, Jebediah let out a hoarse shout of pure male satisfaction.  His hot seed bathed the inside of her tight channel as her sex convulsed around him, milking him of every last drop.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her over with him so that she lay facing him on her side, his cock still buried deep inside her. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed. She studied him for a long moment.

It had been a long time since she’d let a man get close to her. Why did she have an insane urge to snuggle up against this one and drift off to sleep?

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