Sheila's Surrender - Celtic Love Knots 2

[Michelle Hasker]

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CELTIC LOVE KNOTS Volume 2 by Tina Bendoni and Michelle Hasker
Genre: Torrid Romance Contemporary
SubGenre: Torrid Romance Paranormal
EBook formats ISBN: 978-1-59374-941-5
Rating: Erotic Romance - Explicit

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Two women: different lives, same experiences. Can each face her past to learn if there will ever be a future with the man that left her so long ago?

Sheila and Briana don’t know each other. But each of them met a man and fell in love after one night of unforgettable passion. Both of them were deserted cruelly the next day, never to hear from their loves again. This year they have both been invited to a special Beltane celebration. One where a friend is to marry a man that was brought to her thanks to a love potion. Can the magic of that union rub off on these two women? Can Beltane bring about a pair of unions meant to be?

[Michelle Hasker]

Sheila Thompson paused and looked over at the fire again. Who’s that gorgeous hunk of man dancing around the growing flame? His auburn hair was tied back with a strip of leather and he was dressed, or rather barely dressed, in a kilt. A few of the other men wore them too, but on him, it looked incredibly yummy. He laughed and danced with her brother and many others around the Beltane fire. She’d give her right arm for a dance with him. Maybe she could convince him to tutor her in the ways of the pagan festival.

When Morgan stepped toward the fire, Sheila reached out and grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think I’m going?” Morgan pointed at Jack.

“Oh!” Sheila released her quickly and blushed. Of course, she’d been thinking along that same line herself. She wanted to take Mr. Gorgeous back to her tent and have her wicked way with him. It wasn’t something she’d done before, and he was a stranger, but he felt familiar and her body hungered for him. Maybe she should go for it.

“You should find someone, Sheila. Like that guy next to Jack. His name’s Bryant. I’ve known him for years. I can vouch that he’s safe. Let loose and have some fun. You deserve it. Don’t fight it. With all this sexual energy bouncing around, you won’t be able to make it the rest of the weekend without giving in to the inevitable. I know you’ve been looking at him. Watching him. Go for it, honey.”

Sheila turned and looked back at Bryant. When Morgan stopped in front of him, Jack hugged Bryant and left, but she kept her gaze on Mr. Gorgeous. Bryant. Even his name is sexy.

All day long she’d seen him throughout the campground. Everywhere she turned, he was there, his body calling to hers. She wasn’t sure if it was only the magic and energy in the air. She’d felt a strong desire for him from the minute she’d first seen him. It was as if she recognized him from somewhere, but just couldn’t remember.

Another couple left the fire at almost a run and she wondered how much time she had before some lucky lady approached Bryant.

Even though this celebration was a new experience for her, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why people were pairing off and disappearing. Would someone pair up with him? Her heart thundered in her chest as panic flared. She wanted him. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted another man. She couldn’t let anyone beat her to him. Just the thought of being with him was enough to make her wet.

Determination strengthened her, and as the drumbeats increased in tempo, she found herself moving in rhythm to the music. Her hips swayed the way her belly dancing instructor had taught her, and Sheila wanted to put those lessons to good use. With Bryant.

Letting the music take over, Sheila closed her eyes and moved to it, feeling the beat until her heart matched the rhythm. Then she opened her eyes and made her way toward the fire.

A young man came up to her and started to dance with her, but he wasn’t the one she was interested in. She stayed with him for a few minutes until she was closer to Mr. Gorgeous. While she debated how to ditch her dance partner politely, a young blonde-haired woman came up behind him and began to move suggestively against him. He offered Sheila a smile, but then turned around to dance with the blonde.

Sheila let out a sigh of relief and looked up to see Mr. Gorgeous staring at her, devouring her with his eyes. She winked at him and then lifted her hands over her head. She moved toward him, then turned in a slow circle as she ran her hands down her body. As she danced closer to him, his grin widened. When her back was to him again, he closed the distance and grabbed her waist. He moved with her, against her, sending shivers up her spine.

Oh. My. Goddess. Did he know how to move or what? Each time he brushed against her, hunger coiled tighter in her stomach, and desire soaked her already wet panties. Could she do this? Could she ask him to go back to her tent?

Slowly, she turned her head and thrust her hips back. She connected with a very hard part of his anatomy and knew if she was going to ask, she better do it now before another woman beat her to him. Sheila turned her head as far as she could so she could look at him. When he leaned forward and met her gaze, she licked her lips and pushed back against him. He shivered, and another wave of desire washed over her.

“Would you like to come back to my tent?” she asked softly, praying he’d say yes. Please, please say yes.

The heat of the fire, the energy of the dancers and the sounds of the drums swept around her as she continued to move to the intoxicating beat. She swayed her hips, and rocked against him, imitating a dance she’d like to do privately with him.

“Yes.” His husky whisper tickled her ear, and she leaned back against him. The smell of sandalwood and his unique male scent filled her senses, making her sigh. He held her close for a moment, then stepped next to her, wrapped his arm around her and led her out of the circle of dancers. “You’re new at this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Is it that obvious?” She blushed, heat rising in her face to match that in her lower body. Now that she was this close to him, she felt as if she would combust into flames.

“It is, but don’t worry. There are several new people here this year. Are you having a good time?”

What was with the chit chat? She was too horny to think, let alone make small talk. Damn it, where was her tent? Oh yeah, near the end of this row.

“There I am. The blue one near the large oak.” She was glad she’d invested in the large tent. It’d been a pain setting up, but she was glad for the extra space, and the room to stand now that she was taking Bryant with her.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked as he followed her inside.

“Positive.”

Sheila groaned as he brushed past her. She closed the tent flaps and turned to find him lying on his side on her air mattress. She dropped to her knees and crawled to him. Her top draped open, and by the way his eyes widened, he’d noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Would he be disappointed she was wearing underwear?

“Oh, babe, you are so sexy.” He let out a low moan and grabbed her shoulders, tugging her to him.

Bryant covered her mouth with his, and rolled her beneath him. Her entire body trembled at the sparks of electricity and lust that generated at the contact. Sheila grabbed onto his biceps and sighed into his mouth. Damn, he was hard all over. And she was getting so wet her juices were sliding down her thighs.

“I’ve been watching you all day,” he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck to the opening in her blouse.

“You have?” She gasped when his hands fastened on the bottom of her skirt and began to slide it up her legs.

“Yes.”

He lowered his head and sucked her nipple through her blouse. Sheila closed her eyes and arched her back as she buried her fingers in his hair until she hit the piece of leather. She untied the strip and released his hair so she could fist her hands in it more easily.

Once Bryant pushed her skirt up to her hips, his fingers cupped her through the scrap of lace that comprised her underwear. “You are so wet, babe. I want to taste you.”

Sheila moaned and lifted her hips, silently begging him to do whatever he wanted.

“Tell me, Sheila.”

Her eyes flew open at the sound of her name. But then she knew his name was Bryant, so why wouldn’t he have found out hers as well?

[Michelle Hasker]

Deb from Sensual Reads and Reviews said:

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Sheila Thompson studies Wicca. She went to a Beltane gathering with her brother and Morgan, but what she found there was the one thing she thought she lost forever. William Stewart saw her talking to Morgan; he thought she had gotten more beautiful over the years. He had he work cut out for him. He needed to convince Sheila that he was worth the risk. Sheila is a fun loving person who so desperately wants to fall in love. Little did she know her past was about to take a place in her future.

“Sheila’s Surrender” is fabulously sensual! Michelle Haskers is phenomenal. Michelle turns up the heat with this second book. Pick it up and turn the pages and join into the world where hot fantasies come to life. Men in kilts! What more could you ask for?