Virgin Jewels
The Virgin’s Blood necklace is legendary. Simple in appearance, it wields a sexual power only its true owners can experience…
Hannah doesn’t understand why the newest acquisition at her family’s jewelry store makes her ache so deliciously. When Colin visits the shop and tells the necklace’s erotic tale, Hannah’s further enflamed—for the necklace and the man.
Borrowing the necklace, she has mind-blowing sex with Colin, the power of the stones overwhelming. But for normally shy Hannah, the experience is bittersweet. Her alluring aggressiveness isn’t real—it’s the Virgin’s Blood Jewels. She can’t keep the necklace, and fears she’ll lose Colin without it. But Colin knows more about the jewels than he’s telling.
Excerpt
“Colin.”
A sweet murmur sounded behind him and he turned around, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. Hannah Anderson stood in a clingy, black strapless dress, her creamy shoulders exposed, the length of her long, long legs emphasized by the shortness of the skirt and the high-heeled black sandals on her feet. Her strawberry blonde hair hung in loose waves around her face and her dark eyes sparkled with unmistakable arousal. Her lips were ripe and red, and looked as if they’d just been thoroughly kissed.
She looked the same yet different—different in a good way. A very good way. Whereas before her expression had been hesitant and shy, now she appeared bold. Her eyes drank him in from head to toe, her little pink tongue sneaking out to stroke across her upper lip. Sultry, seductive…the entire image of her intoxicating to his senses.
Then he noticed the Virgin’s Blood Jewels sparkling around her neck.
All the blood in his body went straight to his cock, making him painfully huge in mere seconds. The overtly sexual woman with the exposed nipple long forgotten, Colin reached out a hand and Hannah took it. He pulled her close, tilting his head so that he spoke directly in her ear.
“You have the necklace on.”
“So I do.” A wet sensation tickled his ear and he realized it was her tongue. “Do you like it? I wore it just for you.”
“You look beautiful.” He didn’t want to admit that her last words touched him but they did. The idea of her thinking about him as much as he’d thought about her warmed him, leaving him with an unfamiliar feeling he didn’t quite recognize. Ignoring it, he smoothed a hand down her back, settled his palm against the lush curve of her ass.
“Thank you.” She pulled away, smiling at him. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
He cocked a brow at her. “Why? This is my showing, after all.”
“Oh!” Her mouth dropped open, those pretty, plump red lips tempting him beyond reason. He curled his hands into fists to keep from yanking her against him and kissing her senseless. “You’re the artist?”
“I am.”
“Wow.” She smiled again and leaned toward him, her soft scent surrounding him. “You’re full of surprises.”
Her whispered words in his ear had his cock ready to jump out of his pants. “So are you.”