Title- Vincent Mallory Edgerton
Series- Sémya Slotin Mystery #4
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Length- 78000 words/ 280 pages
Genre- Romantic suspense/
international thriller
Release date- July 16th 2014
*** +18 mature content ***
The
pursuit of peace is not always pacific.
Vincent
Mallory Edgerton had always been an efficient FREGG operative. It was his
family legacy and his pride. He had always loved his job, even when he had to
leave everything behind for his safety and become Josh Heinz.
Every
love story has a beginning.
Sémya
Slotin had been coasting through life solving one mystery after another. While
in Hawaii, her young protégée disappeared. When Sémya met Josh Heinz, her mind
kept telling her to stay away from the handsome stranger with the hypnotic
light brown eyes but she found herself inexplicably drawn to him. He awakened
something in her and she was unable to resist him. It never happened to her
before. Who was that man?
In
Hawaii, Vincent had to work covertly with the sexy bold sleuth. Sémya’s beauty
and intellect completely enthralled him, but his passion and growing love for
her also changed him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to finally win her trust
and keep her safe, causing him to unleash events that would shape the rest of
their lives. From the moment their gazes locked, Sémya and Vincent sealed their
fate.
Note: This book is part of the series and is not a
standalone. You might be able
to enjoy without reading Bird of Prey and The Plot Thickens
first BUT I really advise to read Polliannah Got Married! first.
He
patiently waited for Sémya to catch up with him. He could see her villa from
where he was standing but they had to turn left and he wasn’t supposed to know
that. The temperature had dropped and she put on thin blouse. Her hair was
flowing in the wind. Without thinking he took her hand but let her lead the
way. “So you didn’t answer me. Why do you need a driver?”
Sémya
looked at their hands entwined and caressed his with her fingers. The gesture
aroused him. “I failed the driving test about thirty times and in more than one
country,” she mumbled back, her cheeks were a little flushed by the revelation.
“I cannot drive.” She bit her lower lip.
Oh…
he could write songs about her beautiful lips. “You were asking about my story
earlier,” he said still looking at her lips. “My parents died when I was very
young and I’ve been raising myself ever since.”
Sémya
looked at him and stopped in front of her villa, “Why the ink?” She gently
stroked his arm with her free hand.
He leaned down. Please don’t be another assassin. “Why not?” She looked into his
eyes then his mouth, back to his eyes again. They both startled when the small
gate beeped and opened. She walked inside her property without breaking eye
contact. “Sémya, what a big villa you have,” he said, following her.
Sémya
smiled, guiding him toward the pool, “All the better to walk around, my child.”
He
pulled her against him as they were standing next to the bar. “Sémya, what
beautiful, enticing lips you have.” She felt so good against him. He very
slowly bent his head down and passed his tongue across her lips. “Sémya, what
delicious lips you have,” he moaned. He had been thinking about doing this for
two whole days. She tasted just like he imagined her to or even better. He
kissed the corner of her mouth while caressing her jaw and her neck. Her skin
was so soft, soft caramel toffee. Sémya was moaning against him and her hands
found his hair. He was about to lose control, “You are so beautiful,” he said
against her lips as she massaged his scalp. They were both trembling and they
hadn’t even kissed yet. He ran his hands
on her shoulders and slowly down to her back before groping her ass and
pressing her against his erection. She let the sexiest shriek out and he
covered it with his mouth.
Fuck, that’s a kiss… the moment their lips touched they both moaned and sighed.
Sémya brought him even closer, teasing him with her tongue and Vincent deepened
the kiss. He tasted, he nibbled, and he teased back. His hands were stroking
her bare back and he removed her blouse. “You taste wonderful, Heinz,” Sémya
moaned when they came up for air. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his neck.
She hungrily removed his shirt and backed away until she hit the bar, “Show
me,” she groaned, mischief and lust in her eyes.
Vincent
shook his head removed her bikini top instead revealing her small round
breasts. He freed her from her pants and she stood in front of him in her back
garden wearing only sexy black boxer shorts. She might just be the sexiest
woman he had ever seen, “My God Sémya, you take my breath away.” He kissed her
again before she had a chance to say something. She clung to him and he set her
on the bar, placing himself between her legs. He never wanted a woman more than
he wanted Sémya Slotin. He left her wonderful mouth for her breasts, sucking
them softly first then with all the passion he felt erupting inside him. He
heard her moans and that excited him so much, he lowered his pants and found
one of condoms Clyde gave him. This was insane; so unlike him, having sex like
this in the open. But he couldn’t wait… He brought his hard shaft against her
and groaned against her breast, licking the valley between them.
“Oh
yes,” Sémya groaned even louder, pushing herself forward. She unceremoniously
removed her boxer and let him plunge into her. “Fuck yes…”
“Fuck
yes…” Vincent repeated. She was warm and tight around him. He opened her legs
even more and got even deeper, “Sémya,” he breathed in her ear and she shivered
in his arms. He started to pound her frantically. He had no control over any of
this, he was feeling too much, too fast. Each stroke drove him closer to utter
madness. Sémya’s head was resting on his shoulder, kissing, nibbling, biting
him, matching each of his strokes, and asking him to go faster, deeper. He
lifted her up from the bar and wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing her
so close to him, Vincent felt like they melted together. And then it happened…
He felt and heard her release while his came crashing down and almost knocked
him down. “God, Sémya,” he babbled,
trying to recover from what he had just experienced.
“I
second that,” Sémya said, searching and finding his mouth.
I’m over 30. I was born in Quebec City, Canada. I grew up in France and in Gabon.
I speak English & French
fluently. Pizza is my favorite dish. Black Forest Cake is my favorite
dessert. I met Michael Jackson when I was
eleven.I loathe vodka but love gin, wine
and tequila. I'm obsessed with Robbie Williams
and Michael Fassbender.
I call Toronto my home. I love reading. I love dancing. I love watching exciting TV shows.
I love my life... most days. I'm a major goof. I can't stand intolerance.
I'm curious, cheeky and oh so
opinionated!
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