Jillian Chantal

My guest today is a wonderful writer names Lorelie Confer. She’s a Siren-Bookstrand writer, too. The group of writers there is wonderful and fun. I’m thrilled to have Lorelie here to share her new release with us. It’s called Deadly Revenge and I adore the premise and ocver. Enjoy! By the way, leave a comment for Lorelie for a chance to win a book!

BLURB:

Tory Richards returns to North Carolina to help her mother set up a B & B never expecting to stumble across several murder victims, fall in love, or get abducted by human traffickers.

Fortunately, when she’s run off the road on the way into town, Dave Miller, working undercover on the task force for human trafficking, comes to her aid. She blows off the near fatal accident as just that–an accident, but rethinks her position once events escalate.

Someone is trying to kill Tory. Failing that, she’s being set up as a suspect in four murders. As Dave falls more deeply for Tory, how will he tell her who he is and what he does? Will she ever trust him?

Trust becomes a moot point when Tory is abducted and everything points to the group of human traffickers Dave’s had under surveillance. He calls in the entire task force, but will they reach Tory before she’s used as a sex slave?

EXCERPT:

A surprised-to-see-Dave Tory arrived at the doorway. “Tory, would you mind showing Dave some properties? He kind of liked the one bedroom with a loft but wants to look at some others as well. I need to go home and check on Amber. I can drop you both off at the properties and pick you up on the way back, if that’s okay with both of you.

Tory looked at Dave with apprehension. She didn’t want to be alone with him since he brought out emotions in her she wasn’t ready to explore. Her nipples hardened, and her heart thudded in her chest. Surely he can hear it. She was so attracted to him, she wanted to be close to him, to smell his masculine scent, hear his voice—imagining his whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he kissed her neck. She wanted to taste his kisses on her lips, and feel his strong arms around her.

But she didn’t have a choice. It was part of her job.

“Sure, that’s fine with me. I’ve shown lots of properties and would be glad to help,” she heard someone saying in her voice. “What about you, Dave? You okay with that?”

“It’s fine with me. You’ll tell me everything I want to know, right?” Dave said teasingly, with a smile and a wink of his eye.

“Of course!” she exclaimed.

Tory stopped at her desk to grab her bag and always-handy camera, and then led Dave outside to Trevor’s big SUV with Trevor right behind them.

They drove the short distance to the town house complex in silence. Trevor stopped in front of the buildings long enough for Tory and Dave to get out. He quickly handed over keys and rental information to Tory and left with a quick, “I’ll see you in a few.”

Tory snapped a picture of the well-manicured grounds which created attractive curb appeal. She found herself excited to see inside. They made their way into the first unit which was a one bedroom with a loft, a modern kitchen with granite countertops, island, and stainless steel appliances. The deck from the living/dining room overlooked a golf course and included a gas grill. The model unit was expertly furnished, so it was easy for her to point out the positives to Dave.

* * *

Dave didn’t hear many of her words, so fascinated with the movement of her lips, thinking about how they would feel under his. Moist. Warm. Soft. His shaft became aroused and pressed against the zipper in his pants. He imagined what it would feel like to lay naked with her, throbbing for her, or to feel her nipples pucker and harden at his touch. How she would taste when he kissed her from head to toe. He could smell her soft, feminine scent.

Tory shocked him back to reality when she said his name.

“Well, Dave, what do you think?”

“I think,” he paused then slowly walked closer to her, “I want to kiss you. I’ve been thinking about it ever since we first met.” He reached for her arms at her sides.

“What, oh,” she stuttered as she turned away quickly, a bright pink blush spreading onto her neck and face. She ran her fingers through her hair and fiddled with the buttons on her blouse as she stared out the window at nothing.

“I meant about the space, not me!” She turned around and was in his arms.

Her bright green eyes twinkled as she looked into his, and her lips opened to speak but no words emerged. When he touched her sensitive neck her knees buckled, and she grasped his upper arms to steady herself to keep from falling. Then slowly his lips began touching her neck, and she wrapped one arm around his neck for better support, to draw him closer. He kissed her neck, her ears, and her chest, and then he settled on her lips.

His erection pulsed, throbbing against her abdomen. She wanted to touch him, to taste him. It had been so long since she had been with a man. Her heart raced as she clung to his neck, absorbing his life’s breath from his lips, kissing his neck, running her hands through his hair. She felt his chest hair through his light shirt. She opened the buttons of his shirt, while mindless lust and wanton need consumed her.

* * * *

Dave moved his arms behind her and pulled her against him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as their bodies locked together, nipples to knees. He backed her onto the nearby sofa. The taste of her intoxicated him, along with her sweet scent and her soft touch. He wanted more of her. So much more.

He unbuttoned her blouse. He groaned, a deep guttural sound, as he cupped her breast, an overflowing handful, rubbing his fingers across the little bud. He squeezed her nipple between his fingers, making it hard and erect while he continued to pilfer her soft, hot lips.

He became breathless, his heart raced, as he pushed himself closer to her. His swollen shaft throbbed against her abdomen. She has to know how much I want her. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him while he was inside her. He wanted her. He wanted to feel complete.

* * * *

Beep! Beep!! Beep!! Beeeeeeeeepp! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!

Dave moved away from her, startled, breathless. She looked at his face, confused. What! This is it? You get me all hot and then quit? She reached for his neck to draw him to her, wanting to feel the warmth of his body on hers, to bring his lips back on hers. Her body was on fire everywhere he touched her, and only he could put out the flames. She felt his erection and surged toward it, wanting to feel more of him. She ran her fingers through his hair, and then reached for his chest. His nipples became hard as she rubbed across them, feeling his soft chest hair.

He held up his finger. “Listen!”

Tory lay on the couch, her blouse undone as Dave lay half over her with his shirt unbuttoned, listening intently.

Beep! Beeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeep!!!

“A car horn. It must be Trevor back to pick us up.”

BIO AND HOW TO CONTACT LORELIE

Lorelei Confer lives on a peninsula in the mid west coast of Florida with her husband, two cats, and AJ, her long haired Chihuahua.

She wrote her first story in the fourth grade in the form of a play which actually was produced by her teacher for parents and students. She continued writing and majored in English in College. She practices every day to improve her craft.

An author of romantic suspense she loves reading almost as much as writing. She has filled her book shelves with her favorites, i.e. Harlan Colban, Eliza March, Johanna Lindsey, Kathy Carmichael, Terri Garey, Karen Rose, LuAnn Rice, and Bobbi Smith just to mention a few, as well as all the classics.

She loves hearing from readers so please visit her website: www.loreleiconfer.com.