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Please welcome Tanith to The Mystique!!
She brings with her today her book I Heard Your Voice and
her Tour Wide Giveaway!
I Heard Your
Voice
Tanith Davenport
Tanith Davenport
Genre:
Paranormal erotic romance
Publisher:
Total-e-Bound
ISBN:
978-1-78184-105-1
Number of
pages: 68
Word Count:
20,000
Cover
Artist: Posh Gosh
Book
Description:
Tamar
Steele’s life was never supposed to be like this. A sensitive working with a
team of paranormal investigators, she is trapped in a loveless relationship
with the team’s medium, Reed James, who believes that having sex on haunted
ground enhances paranormal activity. Tamar maintains their partnership for the
sake of the crew, forcing herself to ignore the burgeoning sexual tension
between her and fellow investigator Jason Bray.
Until one
night when, alone and bored, Tamar sings to herself and is knocked to the
ground by an invisible force. Somehow she is able to invoke spirits with the
power of her voice. And one particular sexy, matchmaking spirit is determined
to turn her life upside down.
The car park
was deserted, shadowy. They crossed to the left-hand corner, not speaking, not
touching. Tamar unbuttoned her coat as they walked and let it hang open as she
unfastened her jeans. As she unlocked the door, she heard a rustle behind her,
but didn’t turn round. That would be Reed retrieving a condom.
Opening the
rear door, she threw her coat into the footwell before climbing inside on all
fours. The seat bounced beneath her as Reed crawled in behind her—then the car
rocked slightly with the slam of the door.
She felt his
hands tug at her waistband, taking her knickers with it, then his warm weight
was on her back and her thighs parted automatically as she felt him enter her
on the first thrust.
“Oh yeah,”
Reed breathed in her ear. “So tight.”
One of his
hands slid under her sweater, pushing her bra upwards to caress her bare
breast. Tamar gasped as his thumb ran over one pebbled nipple, the sensation
sparking something inside her. She ran her hand down her body to the fork of
her thighs, already wet, and toyed with
her soft folds.
Reed groaned,
his movements quickening, his hips crashing against hers with every thrust.
Clutching at the seat, Tamar pressed her fingers to her clit, moaning, her
pleasure beginning to mount. She dropped her head onto her arm, muffling her
cries in her sleeve as her body jolted under Reed’s, his voice echoing inside
the car, oh God and yes and fuck and she was so close, so fucking
close—tingling, aching, needing, yes—
“Oh!” Reed
gasped and tightened his arms around her, crushing her to him. Tamar arched and
groaned, grinding out her own orgasm against her hand.
For a second
they were still, both trembling with aftershocks.
Then Reed let
Tamar drop heavily onto the seat, rolling himself into a seated position.
Tamar shifted onto her side and watched him peel off the condom—unceremoniously
dropping it onto the
floor - and swiftly re-fasten his
jeans before closing his eyes and touching his index fingers to his temples.
“Yes. Oh, I am
on fire tonight.” He raised a fist in the air in triumph. “Go me!”
Then, without
another look or word, he opened the car door and was gone, slamming it behind
him with a force that rocked the chassis.
Rolling onto
her back, Tamar pulled up her knickers and jeans. She cast a glance of
distaste at the leaking condom and climbed out of the car, wincing slightly as
another stab of pain wracked her body. Reed’s ritual had done her back no
favours.
About the
Author:
Tanith
Davenport lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and pampered cats.
Her interests range wildly between rock music and modern cinema to medieval
literature and the language of flowers. She loves to travel and dreams of one
day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s
pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's
idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.
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Thanks for having me on here!
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