Scott and Marine come from two different worlds. Scott is trying to get over the loss of his fiancée, and Marine is trying to come to terms with the fact that she'll never be able to buy Ranger, boat of her dreams—worse, she has to show the boat to the prospective buyer during a sail around the Caribbean. Thrown together on the famous racing yacht, Scott and Marine slowly learn to accept each other. Love blooms, first timidly, then in a blazing passion.
But tragedy strikes. Pirates capture Ranger and cast the lovers adrift in a raging gale. Scott is badly wounded. Marine is determined not only to save Scott, but to recover Ranger…no matter what the cost.
General Release Date: 23rd July 2007
Marine felt as if her body was hyper-sensitive whenever she was alone with Scott. His slightest movement sent tremors down her spine. For a while they sat on deck, not speaking. Then Scott came over, and without a word, took her face in his hands and kissed her.
As soon as his warm lips touched hers, Marine was lost. She knew she would be incapable of pushing him away. When he touched her, her muscles turned to water. She trembled, but didn't protest when he put his hands beneath her shirt and unfastened her bra. He lifted her bra and her shirt off at the same time, and then he bent over and took one nipple in his mouth. She'd never stood outside topless. The feeling of the night air against her skin was like a caress. And then Scott unfastened her pants and pushed them down to her ankles. Her underwear followed, and by the time she stepped out of them, her labia were so swollen with desire she could feel them between her legs when she moved.
Scott pushed her down to her knees, and then opened his pants, taking his cock out and putting it in front of her face.
“Suck it,” he said in a soft voice. “Go on, take it in your mouth.” He took a handful of her hair and pressed her head to his loins.
Marine had never done anything like this before. She opened her lips and slid them over the tip of his penis. To her surprise, it was as smooth as satin. The skin was much softer than she'd imagined.
“Take me in your hands,” he said.
She reached up and shyly stroked his cock. Then she reached behind it. His testicles were so soft, she loved to feel them, feel their weight in her hand. His cock quivered, and he pressed it to her lips.
“Quickly,” he moaned.
She opened her mouth and tried to take it in, but he was too big. He pushed, thrusting into her throat. She opened her mouth wider, letting her tongue slide over the smooth shaft. She tried not to scrape his flesh with her teeth, so she covered them with her lips. The thrusting was getting more urgent. She could feel his thighs trembling. Then he was spurting into her mouth, and she pulled backwards, surprised. He held her firmly by the head, keeping his cock in her mouth until he was through.
Then he zipped up his jeans. He helped her to her feet and kissed her. His hands cupped her buttocks, and she pressed herself to him, trying to ease the burning she felt in her cunt. Her mouth salty with his cum and her lips felt swollen. He kissed her gently. She moaned and wrapped one leg around his hip, trying to draw him closer.
He chuckled and then reached between her legs. He found how wet she was, and gave a low whistle. “Here, let me take care of that,” he said, and then it was his turn to kneel before her. He spread her thighs apart with his hands, so that she was practically sitting on his face, and then he dove his fingers into her, thrusting first one, then two fingers into her slippery vagina. With his tongue, he licked her clit, pressing first with his finger, then with his tongue, and all the while driving into her with two fingers. He stopped, and then wiggled them, so it felt as if there was something live inside of her. She arched her back, pressing harder against his mouth.
She could feel herself cresting, gasping for breath, and she started to grind her cunt into his face and hands, searching for release. When it came, she staggered and nearly fell. Her vagina pulsed and she could feel Scott's tongue tickling her as she came, his teeth rubbing on her clit, his fingers shoved far up her cunt.
Then Scott kissed her once more, her juices still sticky on his lips. He kissed her long and hard, then went below with just a whispered, “Good night.”
Word Count: 60,495
Book Length: NOVEL
Samantha Winston is the pen name for sci-fi writer Jennifer Macaire. She lives in France with her husband, children, and two dogs. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated and moved to NYC where she modelled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.
Reviewed by Fallen Angels Reviews
Ms. Winston infuses her story with drama and lots of erotic action...The non-stop action will have readers turning the pages until they reach the end. It is a thoroughly entertaining read, and well...
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Reviewed by Romance Junkies Reviews
4.5 out of 5!Samantha Winston's RANGER'S WOMAN presents readers with a variety of elements that keep the plot line jumping.
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