Message from Viola Mari
by Sabrina Devonshire
Contemporary Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
Publisher: Extasy Books
Release Date: January 1, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
World-renowned oceanographer and meteorite specialist Marissa Jones uncovers evidence that a comet cloud will soon destroy Earth. When aspiring writer and her best friend Jennifer begs her to take a Saturday morning sci-fi writing class, Marissa reluctantly agrees. Writing her real-life story as fiction gives her an astonishing new perspective on the anomalous set of craters she discovered off the La Jolla Coast.
But this favor for her friend stirs up more than scientific results…writing teacher Justin Lincoln goads her constantly and taunts her with his irresistible curly blond locks and steely physique he knows only too well make women drool. Marissa teeters on the edge of anger and raging attraction for this irritating man. But it’s a terrible time to let lust call the shots when the world’s about to end and Marissa’s the only one who can save everyone.
This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
The moon had risen, tracing a shimmering pathway of light across the ocean. The warm breeze blew strands of hair around my face. All my senses aroused, I skipped ahead of Justin, threw up my arms and twirled around. “I love it here.” And I love you, my heart whispered.
My enthusiastic dance brought me back to him and he took my hand and spun me around like we were dancing and then slung his arm around my shoulder as we strolled down the beach.
As we ducked under a cluster of palm trees that dipped low toward the ocean, Justin dropped into the sand and, pulled me down with him. I dropped neatly into his lap. Pulling me tight up against his chest, he folded his lips over mine. His kisses were rough and hungry. He penetrated my mouth with his tongue, exploring and setting all my nerve endings on fire. I met his urgency with equal fervor. I yearned to feel the contours of his lips, his tongue, and his muscular body pressing into me, to heighten the desire that brought my nipples to attention and created a warm wetness between my thighs.
I clung to the unruly curls behind his head, tugging his face in closer. Five o’clock shadow bristles scraped against my face, inciting my desire. I tipped back my head and let him trace circles on my neck with his tongue. I moaned and writhed with pleasure. “You want me bad, don’t you?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I cried. He raised my arms so he could yank my shirt over my head. Without pause, he hurriedly unzipped and pulled down my jeans. He moved his hands over my thighs and slid a finger inside my slit.
“Oh my God, you’re wet. It’s going to feel so good to bury myself inside of you.”
After sliding in and out of my wet opening several times, first with one, then two fingers, he quickly disrobed. I let out an aching sigh. The sight of his rippling muscles under the moonlight incited my lust. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
I wasn’t used to men ordering me around, but for some reason, his brusque command sounded so sinfully delicious, it turned me on more than ever. I could *** just listening to him talk. I kneeled on the sand with my buttocks exposed to him. I felt so vulnerable, so desperate to have him bury himself to the hilt inside of me. He slid his full length inside of me almost immediately, which made me cry out.
“God, you feel good,” he moaned. “You’re so tight.” When he tongued the back of my neck, tickly tingles raced down my spine.
He penetrated me deeper than he ever had before, so deep I felt the entire breadth of my vagina stretching to accommodate him. “Oh, yes,” I cried, gasping for breath every time he slammed into me so pleasantly deep I saw stars all around and every nerve ending inside of my cried out more, more, more. “Give it to me. This feels so good.”
“Every inch I have is all yours.” His voice sounded hoarse with desire.
“You’ve got so many delicious inches.” He laughed and then flicked his tongue over my back and shoulders, further inciting my pleasure. I moaned and licked my lips, turning myself over to the lusty pleasure that pulsed inside of me. “Oh, Justin,” I cried out as my insides shattered in ecstatic release.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sabrina Devonshire, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she’s not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she’s often encouraging people to work out or writing a book or magazine article. She also loves traveling to off-the-beaten-path places where phones and electronic devices tend not to work well. Peru and Belize are two of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar.