The Midnight Effect [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Cassandra Curtis
eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: In the Central American jungle, animal habitat designer Allison Caufield sees a rare sight--a wolf thought to be extinct. What she captures on her camera is pure myth, a dark legend brought to life--but this is one myth that could destroy her. Javier Lopez is used to the shadows. To save his people, he must stop the one woman who can prove his kind exists. Her sweet scent and lush curves call out to him even as duty to his pack forces him to lie, cheat and steal. Cast into the role of rescuer by the hand of fate, Javier must now bring all his considerable skills and heightened senses into play if has any hope of saving Allison before the midnight effect. Genres: Dark Fantasy / Werewolf / Shapeshifter / Rubenesque
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2008
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13 Reader Ratings:
"4 HEARTS! ... this reviewer enjoyed this dark little tale. Cassandra Curtis knows how to not only give her readers an erotic thrill but also send shivers down her spine. This reviewer enjoys her paranormals a bit on the dark side, with evil villains, a touch of violence and deep, dark secrets. Ms. Curtis blends all this and more to give her readers a story that will be thought about long after reading. This reviewer enjoyed the characters...If you love your shapeshifter stories more on the dark side, then this story is for you."--Valerie, Love Romances And More
"4.5 BLUE RIBBONS! ... Ms. Curtis did a great job with MIDNIGHT EFFECT. I found myself sinking into the story and living it as if I were the heroine. Javier is a great example of an alpha, one that many a woman would want for their own. The heat generated between the two once they get together is feverishly hot. I really enjoyed this venture into Mexico; it's a page turning keeper."--Ladybirdrobi, Romance Junkies
He slowed to take a dog-leg turn down a dirt road on the outskirts north of the city. The uneven road jarred her rear-end. The last thing she wanted was to fall off the bike. She hugged him a littler tighter, pressed into him, rubbing his back with her breasts as she shifted her weight. The vibration between her legs buzzed straight to her clit. God, she'd orgasm before they reached his place at this rate. She thought of all the years she'd wasted, driving a car instead of riding a motorcycle, and squeezed her thighs around the steel horse.
Think of something else! She noticed the flat landscape and patches of green disappear. The scenery changed, desert and mountain met the pale blue sky.
"So you live near Coyote Mountain?"
"I wanted my own sanctuary, a place to build something new. But you are mistaken. I do not live near the mountain..."
"Then where do you live?"
The dirt road climbed the mountain, twisted and turned until they reached a dead end. A chained wooden gate blocked their way, a sign on it declared Prohibido el paso! in bold letters. Why would anyone trespass here?
He parked the bike. "Want to scoot up and drive?"
"Really? You trust me with it?"
He opened the gate and waved her through. She slid forward, hands on the handlebars and passed him. She stopped the bike and looked over her shoulder. He re-locked the gate and stretched a leg over the saddle. His arms snaked around her waist, the thumbs caressing the underside of her breasts.
"I may not be able to drive if you keep doing that." She wobbled, then righted the bike, following the path around the cactus and blue agave.
"You've been pressing your breasts into my back, driving me loco with the scent of your arousal the entire journey. Can you blame me for needing to touch them ... feel their weight in my hands?" He cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around each nipple until they grew hard.
She shuddered, gasping at the twin ache and the throbbing motorcycle between her legs. "How--how much farther?"
"There." He pointed to a half-covered steel door set into the rock wall of the mountain.
"Oh my. You don't live near the mountain. You live in it!"
His cock twitched and thickened in his jeans. He needed to feel the silken heat of her little pussy swallow him. Wanted to taste the breasts that had seared his back and his memory with their imprint. The animal in him rose up, needing to be appeased. He wanted their first time to be special, but he feared the beast would demand nothing less than her complete surrender ... and the beast was seldom gentle or tender when the urge to mate rocked him from his slumber.
He gave her little time to appreciate her surroundings--his hunger was too great.
"It's beautiful. Amazing."
"So are you." He pulled her top over her head, and tossed it on the end table by his sofa. Her large breasts bounced, unconfined by a bra. He cupped them and lowered his head for a taste. Her fingers threaded in his hair, tugged him closer.
He sucked first one nipple, then the other into his mouth, while his hands kneaded the soft globes. A waft of feminine musk reached his nostrils. He had to have a taste or go mad. With a last loving flick at her nipples, he knelt at her feet and licked a wet trail down the valley between her breasts, to the slight curve of her belly, leaning back only when he reached the waistband of her jeans.
He undid the snap, unzipped them and groaned as she wiggled them free of her full hips. She braced her hands on his shoulders as she kicked off her shoes, then her denims. He hooked a finger beneath the crotch of her panties and pulled the edge of the material away from his prize.
"Spread your legs for me, Allison."