Ready,
Willing and Abel
Passion in Paradise: The Men of the McKinnon
Sisters
By Sarah
O'Rourke
Genre: Erotic Romance Comedy
Out October
13, 2015
Maybe she’d been Roofied. That could explain it. She’d love to blame drugs for her traitorous body’s reaction to his. Unfortunately, she’d watched the bartender pour every shot she’d downed during the evening. She knew nobody had spiked her drink.
Nope, the sad fact was that Abel Turner still turned her on in a way no other man could.
And that really sucked.
“I want a do-over,” he growled, his body somehow getting impossibly closer as he held her against the wall.
“A what-what?” Patience snapped. She couldn’t have heard him right. No way.
“A do-over,” he repeated, sliding his free hand around her waist to stroke the curve of her lower back. “I told you I wanted one the night you got shot… you know, when you were announcing to the entire staff of Paradise General Hospital that I had a defective decorated dick and couldn’t last more than the three pumps it took to achieve satisfaction. You were stoned, and might not remember it, but I told you then that I wanted one night to do it over again with you.”
Oh, she wouldn’t admit it, but she remembered it fine. Other details might be a little fuzzy from that night, but feeling Abel’s hot breath fanning her face as he’d told her all the things he intended to do to her was not a memory she’d lost. His words had been a promise that she had no intention of helping him keep.
Hell, no.
Even if she’d satisfied herself every night since remembering all those darkly erotic vows he’d made to her.
She’d just never thought he’d have the balls to actually make a move. Especially not when she’d laughed in his face. Loudly.
Once again, it appeared she was wrong.
“We’re not having a do-over, Abel,” Patience denied, trying to wriggle away from him and only succeeding in rubbing against his body like a cat in heat. “We did it once, and you failed miserably, Big Boy. Once would be enough for anybody that knows what I know. Unlike your other conquests, your penis holds no powers of persuasion for me. Your penis is just a penis – bedazzled though it might be.”
Abel dropped his head, nuzzling her neck as he chuckled. “You are hell on a man’s ego, Baby Girl, but I’m not giving up. I want you. You want me…”
Nope, the sad fact was that Abel Turner still turned her on in a way no other man could.
And that really sucked.
“I want a do-over,” he growled, his body somehow getting impossibly closer as he held her against the wall.
“A what-what?” Patience snapped. She couldn’t have heard him right. No way.
“A do-over,” he repeated, sliding his free hand around her waist to stroke the curve of her lower back. “I told you I wanted one the night you got shot… you know, when you were announcing to the entire staff of Paradise General Hospital that I had a defective decorated dick and couldn’t last more than the three pumps it took to achieve satisfaction. You were stoned, and might not remember it, but I told you then that I wanted one night to do it over again with you.”
Oh, she wouldn’t admit it, but she remembered it fine. Other details might be a little fuzzy from that night, but feeling Abel’s hot breath fanning her face as he’d told her all the things he intended to do to her was not a memory she’d lost. His words had been a promise that she had no intention of helping him keep.
Hell, no.
Even if she’d satisfied herself every night since remembering all those darkly erotic vows he’d made to her.
She’d just never thought he’d have the balls to actually make a move. Especially not when she’d laughed in his face. Loudly.
Once again, it appeared she was wrong.
“We’re not having a do-over, Abel,” Patience denied, trying to wriggle away from him and only succeeding in rubbing against his body like a cat in heat. “We did it once, and you failed miserably, Big Boy. Once would be enough for anybody that knows what I know. Unlike your other conquests, your penis holds no powers of persuasion for me. Your penis is just a penis – bedazzled though it might be.”
Abel dropped his head, nuzzling her neck as he chuckled. “You are hell on a man’s ego, Baby Girl, but I’m not giving up. I want you. You want me…”
Sarah O'Rourke is the alter ego of two best friends who have taken their passion for romantic fiction and erotica to the publishing world. Born and raised in the southern United States, one lives near Louisville, KY, while the other resides in Atlanta, Georgia. Neither is ever very far from a tall glass of sweet iced tea, their dog-eared copies of Gone With the Wind, or their Steel Magnolias DVDs!
Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their children, their husbands...and writing about love in every way possible!
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