Today I'd love to welcome fellow EP Author, Shyla Colt to my blog! She's sharing her latest Romance On The Go release, Vixen Claimed! And look at that HAWT cover!! This is definitely one to singe the pages! Take it away, Shyla...
A pin-up model, a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it's the start to the first story in my series of novellas, Vintage Vixens. Devlin, Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren't you're average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes, and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love. In Vixen Claimed, we explore Devlin's story.
Blurb:
When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway,
with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll
to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first
man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.
Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a
rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and
allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special
request, that they include his best friend.
Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair
after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested
in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly
changes all of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex.
Excerpt:
“You
know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really
attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in
his head.”
“No I
am—very attracted.”
He
pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and
her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to
be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His
eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s
over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was
a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does
honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want
this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment
took her breath and she pulled away.
“Wow.”
“I
second that, dear.”
“I want
to do it again.”
Their
lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that
made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango
that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The
skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes
popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.
“Don’t
stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties
and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted.
Tease. All thoughts were obliterated
by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan
worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan
pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her
bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a
guitar.
“This
needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking,
hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making
them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep
into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.
“Damn,
you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.
“Yes,”
she said, her voice strained and low.
“Look at
how wet she is for us, Trist.”
She
opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace
moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.
“You
smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.
“Have a
taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink
tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the
spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of
soda and Mentos.
“Holy
shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.
He
rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in
spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she
opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced
her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go
as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.
“We want
you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give
him a little taste.”
“Oh God.”
A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like
a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she
detonated.
“Tristan!”
She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was.
A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again.
Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a
doll.
“Catch
your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s
voice tightened something low in her stomach.
“I-I can’t,”
she huffed.
“You can and you will,” Jace whispered from
his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under
the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders,
whispering in her ear.
“I want
to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of
yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick
prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in
girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with
each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar
flowed from her center. Maybe I can do
this again.
“I can
feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?”
Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man
become the pied piper of dick?
“Shit,
yes.”
“Oooh,
you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”
“Keep
talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can
be.”
“Mhmm,
is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her
heart soar.
“You
ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.
“Yes.”
She
crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with
lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as
she shimmied down to his base.
“You
feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down
slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve
endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.
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About Shyla Colt~
Shyla Colt is a sassy stay at home mom who lives in Southern California with her Marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not crafting, teaching Abc’s, or playing make believe, she writes full time, and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell she thinks sleep is overrated.
A fan of romance from the moment she picked up her first paranormal romance at thirteen, she strives to provide you with stories that bring the heat, make you fall in love with the characters, and show the power of true love. She invites you to come and get lost in her world.
Where to connect with Shyla and her work:
Twitter: @shylacolt
Be sure to keep an eye out for her upcoming release from
Amira, Sorrow’s Muse
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