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By: Lyndi Lamont | Other books by Lyndi Lamont Published By: Amber Quill Press, LLC ISBN # 978-1-59279-679-3
Word Count: 11,000 Heat Index    |
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Categories: Erotica Historical Other
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, Rocket, Epub
Price: $4.00
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When Sunny McCafferty heads off to protest at the 1968 Democratic Convention, the last person she expects to meet, much less fall for, is a wounded Vietnam vet.
Not all of Joe Marcellino's wounds are on the outside. Being with Sunny makes him feel alive again.
A Vietnam vet. A beautiful peacnik. Can two people on opposite sides of a bitter divide make a go of it and create good vibrations? Customer Ratings: (All Time) OVERALL ENJOYMENT Not rated SENSUALITY Not rated Based on 0 reviews Editorial Reviews:
From Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
4 CUPS!...One awesome read. From the beginning, this page-turner hooks the reader and does not let go, exhibiting the deep restless emotions of Joe and Sunny. I was captivated by the movement of the storyline in the way Lyndi Lamont relays a story that flows smoothly and engages, while developing the desire of these two remarkable characters..
From Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
4.5 BLUE RIBBONS!...Lyndi Lamont captures the emotional upheaval of those on opposing sides of the war in Vietnam...Joe and Sunny are so different that I thought that there’s no way they’d make a good couple but as I read I realized that I couldn’t be more wrong...
Excerpt:
...Hands on her hips, he pulled her close and lowered his head to take one nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped, gripping his shoulders.
He tongued one nipple, used his left hand to play with her other breast, while his right hand explored the soft skin of her thighs. He cupped her mound and felt the wet cotton between her legs.
He lifted his head to look at her. “Where do we go from here? I don’t have any rubbers.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m on the pill.”
Relief washed through him. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return. He wanted her—badly.
She reached out to unbutton his shirt. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. Shoes and socks came next. He stood to remove his pants, but froze after he’d unzipped them and started to push them down. He hated to have her see his scars.
She touched his arm. “What’s wrong, Joe?”
He faced her. “My leg is so ugly. Scarred.”
She stood and took his face in her hands. “That doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you came home safe.”
He dropped his pants, letting them settle around his ankles, and pulled her close for a kiss. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve such sweetness, but he wasn’t going to push it away.
When the kiss ended, she ran her hands over his shoulders and arms, then down his chest, tugging at his chest hair. “You’re so strong,” she said admiringly.
He couldn’t stop a proud grin. He’d worked hard to keep his upper body in shape while his leg mended.
Her hands dropped lower, unsnapping his boxers and pushing them down. His dick sprang free, and she took it in her hands, caressing it. When he groaned his pleasure, she dropped to her knees and took the tip of his cock in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue over the sensitive head. His hips bucked and he nearly lost his balance.
Sunny released his cock and steadied him with both hands on his hips. “Steady. Maybe you should sit.”
He sank back on the seat, inwardly cursing his weak leg. But Sunny didn’t seem to mind. She turned her attention to his bad leg, caressing it with her hands, then tracing his scars with her mouth and tongue. A shudder passed through him. He couldn’t stand much more of this torture.
“I want you now, Sunny,” he said through gritted teeth.
She laughed and rose to her feet. God, she was beautiful. All smooth ivory skin and womanly curves. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pushed them down so he could see her mound, covered with red springy curls. She stepped out of her panties and straddled him again, this time skin to skin.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he wanted this to be good for her. He reached between her legs, along her pussy, wet with her juices. When his thumb grazed her clit, she gasped and gripped his shoulders tighter. He slid one finger inside her vagina, then another as she relaxed and opened for him.
Grasping his dick, he guided it inside her as she slowly lowered her body, engulfing him in her wet heat...
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