"5 Hearts! ... This tale of animalistic hunger has the perfect balance of sex and premise; neither overpowers the other. Ms. Dane knows how to build up the sexual tensions until the readers are trembling with anticipation! Needing to find relief within the character's passions. Ms. Dane's writing is on fire! This is an unquestionable 5 hearts! ... All this reviewer can say is buy, buy, buy, then whine to Ms. Dane for a sequel! This reading material has some sizzling sex! Not only does this reviewer highly recommend it, she will read her copy over and over and over! Get your paws on If You Dare ... by author Adrianna Dane pronto!"--Janalee, The Romance Studio
"4 Angels!...Adrianna Dane has offered readers a short story about finding pleasure and passion where you least expect it ... I found it intriguing that passion erupted so intensely between the two characters without them uttering a single word. The chemistry that Julian and Rachel find is hot and sizzling ... An erotic short story worth reading."--Jessica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"4 Ribbons! ... Adrianna Dane does a fabulous job engaging the readers' minds with ideas and thoughts that will flutter about long after you've finished reading."--Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
He cupped her jaw with his other hand, caressing, allowing her to suck and tease his finger, drawing it more fully into her mouth. Then slowly he removed it, stroking the side of her face. She sensed his approval and felt pleasure lure her to want more.
He turned her away from him and toward the pond. The civilized world fell away--simply didn't exist.
He sifted his fingers through her hair, then stroked through it, down along the curve of her back. His touch wooed her and she closed her eyes, concentrating on his hands, his touch, and the cool embrace of the night.
She attempted to turn towards him, wanting to touch him, but firmly he returned her to face the fog-enshrouded pond. Ghostly white fingers seemed to reach out, dancing just above the surface of the silent, rippling water. The soft sweeping waves stroked against the shore, a quiet music to the night, as his hands waltzed slowly along her arms from shoulder to fingertips. She trembled at the heat that sliced through her veins.
She felt his hand at the buttons at the back of her caftan. Felt each one give way. When the last had been undone, slowly he drew the two sides apart and she felt the cool night air against her skin. She should have stopped him. After all, she didn't know him. As far as she knew she'd never met him before. He was an enticing stranger.
But the titillating excitement of the unknown stopped her. She wouldn't get a second chance to go back and reclaim lost moments and she wanted to experience this one. She would have no regrets about missed opportunities.
As the gold dress slid from her arms and fell to the ground at her feet, it seemed her own remaining inhibitions followed--and she did not look back. She felt the chill night air feather across her skin. He lifted first one foot and then the other, removing the dress and placing it to the side--soft sound bites of movement.
His hands came back, as if drawn to her, seeking to claim every inch of her flesh. They circled around to cup her black-lace-covered breasts, kneading them. She felt them swell, her nipples tighten, and she inhaled softly, overcome with the sensation.
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