"At several points in each Blue Silver tale, the heroines get together and in each book, all of these events jive with one another seamlessly. There have been no inconsistencies in any of the stories, for which I am thankful, as inconsistencies are one of my pet peeves."-- Elizabeth, Fallen Angel Reviews
"I highly recommend the entire series!"--Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
"Ellie Marvel has done a fabulous job with Blue Silver: Behind the Mask. While reading the other books in the Blue Silver series, I was curious about Arliss but never imagined she'd have so much personality and that I'd love it so much! "--Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
"Ms. Marvel's Blue Silver: Behind the Mask is a fantastic addition to the Blue Silver series ... and I can't wait to see what this author will come out with next."--Tasha Fisher, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"Behind the Mask is an original story with one of the most unlikely heroines I have ever come across. Fabulous!"--Elizabeth, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Why..." Arliss couldn't believe she was going to ask this. "Why are you interested in me, of all people?"
"Because you aren't all people." He reached up, cupped her cheek. He caressed her jaw next to her ear. "I'd like to kiss you."
Like involuntarily swinging a bat because a baseball was headed for her, she tilted her face up.
Holding her gaze the whole time, he lowered his head. Her eyelids fluttered closed before his firm lips brushed her own with friendly pressure. He drew back and waited.
Her eyes popped open. "That's it?"
"That was a kiss."
She licked her lips. "Not really."
He slid an arm around her and drew her against his body. He was tall and self-possessed, moving with slow deliberation. She had ample time to squirm away. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her lower stomach against his pelvis. Her silk blouse and skirt, his jeans, separated them. She was a little disappointed not to feel his cock poking her, confirming his desire, then reminded herself the man was in his forties.
Either that, or he didn't feel desire.
His hand splayed against the small of her back, and with the other he pulled the bobby pins out of her hair, one by one.
It tumbled past her shoulder blades. "Nice," he said, running his fingers through it. When he massaged her scalp, she swallowed a moan. "Very silky."
"Dishwater," she protested. She didn't know what to do with her hands. Put them on his shoulders? Rest them on his hips? Timidly, she reached up and touched his hair. It was coarse, thick strands that were strong instead of wiry. "Yours isn't silky."
"I'm not supposed to be silky. I'm a man."
"It's hair. Why would your sex matter?"
He placed his cheek against hers and nuzzled her ear. Shivers raced down her spine, tweaking her nipples, her privates. He kissed her jaw, taking time to rub his face against her skin. His lips parted and his hot breath tickled her neck.
Her own lips parted and she tightened her hand on his shoulder, her other hand in his hair. Butterflies flapped in her stomach, then descended. Lower. As did his hand, caressing her spine at the top of her buttocks.
Ah, her secret erogenous zone! A sure way to melt her resistance, and he'd found it within thirty seconds. Her pussy began to ache and the man had yet to kiss her, really kiss her.
He dragged his hands back up her body, then down. Now she could sense his erection, mirroring her own hunger. Relief that he was not faking an attraction weakened her knees and she had to lock them.
His lips moved against the side of her mouth. "You're a perfect armful, Arliss. You feel so good against me."
Was he going to kiss her? He rubbed up and down her back, contouring her body as if he were memorizing her. Up to her shoulders, down to her hips. His lips next to hers. His cheek, the slight abrasion of whiskers. His breathing was even, regular, and yet, by his cock she could tell he was not unaffected.
Arliss couldn't bear it. She turned her head the tiny bit required for contact.
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