Today, I’m pimpin’ the lovely Lillian MacKenzie Rhine. She has penned a great read for the paranormal romance fans.
Cay Winters is an impressionable free spirit from Los Angeles, California. Losing her mother at a very youthful age has given her a drive to live life a certain way. Her aunt Lulu and cousin Malcolm welcome her into their hearts, taking care of all of the things needed by a motherless child. Being an artist has taken her to a lot of interesting places; but when the chance to live in Saint Thomas, Virgin Islands appears, she is eager to take it.
Once there, she is overwhelmed by the beauty and the mystique of the Virgin Islands. The food, the beaches, the attractions are amazing, but William Gatling is the best part. He takes on the task of teaching Cay how to love the right way. The only problem is the secret that he holds from her. A revelation that could rip her from his heart; or, worse yet, end her life.
The two lovers spend so much effort trying to fight their inner demons that they cannot see the true devils that are sitting in front of their faces. Once Cay fights her battles within, she can finally win the war outside. Once William accepts the truth, he can see the light.
As she awaited his return, she inventoried the array images contained in the camera, then a cool breeze walked up her back.
“Well, well. Hello Ms. Winters. How are we doing this grand evening?”
Startled by his voice, Cay turned to see the mocha beastly thighs of Jeremiah. Panning up, her tongue drained of all its moisture watching the huge knot form in his trunks. Shaking the curious images of his naked body from her head, Cay stood to face his thick, muscle bound chest and beefy tattoo-engrossed arms.
Clearing her throat she squeezed out, “Hi Jeremiah. Nice to see you again. Eh, its a nice night huh? Are you enjoying the festival?” She was having a difficult time finding her words considering the warnings from William were starting to do exactly what she did not want, cloud her judgments.
“It is nothing new to me. Living in Charlotte Amalie has presented me with a lot of fresh new faces many of days. So I tend to not pay much attention to these little parties. But being in the presence of your elegance has made me find a new appreciation in the trivial festivities of life.” Every time he spoke, his words were so eloquently chosen that it was music to her ears. So far, Jeremiah was a welcome face versus the one she should run away from like a nightmare.
“That is a very nice compliment. Thank you. Where is your assistant tonight? Did she not want to come?” Cay wondered since they seemed to be attached at the hip. “I am sure she is around sniffing at potential morsels to sink her teeth into,” he said licking his lips.
Cay turned toward the festival grounds feeling as if the walls were closing in on her. “Um, yes. William left a few minutes ago to get us some food. He should be back soon.” Jeremiah ran a lone finger up her exposed spine making her cringe. “So you are aware that William is my little brother then? Yes he saddens me. Let us not speak on him please,” he said brushing his palm on her wavy hair. Facing him, ignoring his odd petting of her body, she met his popping pools of onyx that ignited a fire in her pit.
“Why does William upset you so much?” She whispered slowly. Jeremiah stood close enough to Cay that her nipples drew to his chest like magnets. Brushing a lock behind her ear, he touched his lips across her lobe. “William is not the right match for you Cay.” He kissed her neck.
“Oh no? He isn’t the right match?” She spoke on breathy tones. Cay felt so gone in her movements. So turned on to the point she could not retreat. Whatever Jeremiah was giving, she was buying. She could feel his wet kisses on her shoulder and collarbone; but, she was stuck in an abyss, not being able to find her way out. “Tell me Jeremiah.” She pulled his hips closer, grinding her aching heat against his firmness. “Tell me please.” Tiny pinpoints grazed her skin causing Cay to cry out from the cascade of fluids escaping her inner folds. “Mmm,” she heard come from his mouth.
“What the fuck are you doing! Get the hell away from her!” Cay heard the familiar voice but her attention was elsewhere. Popping out of her dream, hitting the hard mound of sand, Cay gasped for oxygen, rubbing the blurry sting from her eyes.
“Why so angry brother? We were just discussing you,” Jeremiah curled his lips into a sinister grin.
“Jeremiah! I warned you to stay away from her!” William snarled.
Cay still woozy struggled to stand. “What is going on? William why are you shouting? Jeremiah and I were talking about the party.” Confusion mixed with nausea made her drop to her knees.
“Stay out of this Cay!” William shouted.
Jeremiah let out a rumble of laughter. He offered his hand to Cay, “Oh brother do not be so insensitive to such a lovely lady. Are you okay dear? Come, let me help you.” Before she could receive the help being offer, William shoved Jeremiah so hard, he stepped back a few yards.
“I am going to fuck you up for that mistake,” Jeremiah snarled. William took flight from the force of Jeremiah’s blow, falling to the ground. Cay gasped, but she could not move. She was so fatigued, confused as to why. Sitting back on her haunches, she felt someone loop her arm over their shoulder. Cay slowly glided away from the scene of the two men ripping each other apart. After closing her eyes for a bit, her fog started to lift. Cool water splashed on her brow. Somehow she had made it to the building housing the restrooms. Her wits were still off but she saw her savior.