When a fire elemental dragon shifter finds his muirne-his beloved-naturally it's a joyful event. But she's a water elemental dragon shifter, so there are bound to be a few adjustments. The day that Otis Larssen meets Clarice he realizes their happiness will be threatened by dangerous forces surrounding them. As they battle murder and kidnapping and race to solve an ancient mystery in time to save the planet, Otis woos his woman with hot sex in the bedroom, the shower, the office and on the run, with the assurance that he will always be right beside her. Always ready to rescue her or command her pleasure.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Rescuing Clarice by Anny Cook
Of course he has to be the helpful type, she thought in despair. Why couldn't he be one of those oblivious types who ignore everything around them? After a long moment, she turned to face him. Taking a deep breath, she admitted, "I have exactly four dollars and seventeen cents until payday. That's two weeks from now. My sister cleaned out my bank account and took off. She's a drug addict." She dropped her head in shame. "I don't know when she got her hands on my bank card but it's all gone. I cancelled all my credit cards yesterday. My back rent is due tomorrow. And the electric company is going to cut the power because my check bounced. Because the bank account is empty!"
Otis thought of all the things he could say or do. Abruptly, he stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets to prevent himself from grabbing her in the parking lot. He needed privacy for what he wanted to do. Time for that later. "Get your purse. I'll take you home. We'll talk about it on the way.
"Clarice," he interrupted. "My name is Otis. I would like to hear you say my name."
"O-Otis," she stuttered.
"Excellent. Now go get your purse."
Silently, she obeyed him, following wherever he led until he halted next to a big black truck with an extended cab. She eyed the seat which was too high for her to reach in her slim skirt and shook her head. "I can't possibly climb up there."
"While I admit that it would be exciting to catch a glimpse of what that sexy skirt is hiding, I actually planned to pick you up myself," he explained as he suited his action to his words, gently settling her on the seat. Her legs splayed open awkwardly as she squeaked with surprise.
Clarice suffered brain freeze for a few seconds at the thought of Mr. Larssen peeking up her skirt. "I don't have on any panties," she blurted out before turning a deep red with embarrassment.
That was too much for Otis. Moving slowly enough for her to object, he stepped closer to the truck, insinuating himself between her legs. "Clarice," he murmured softly before he covered her lips with his.
Dazed and overwhelmed, she numbly afforded him complete access to her mouth, totally blanked out as he gently explored. His big hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples tightened immediately, poking between the two fingers that tugged them into aching points as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, demonstrating exactly what he planned to do with his body. She whimpered as she burrowed closer.
With a deep groan, he gentled his movements, far more aware than she was that the corporate parking lot just before the midday lunch rush was not the place for what she clearly needed.
Suddenly her foggy brain cleared. She sat as upright as a poker and stared at him in appalled panic. "What am I doing?"
Otis bit back a pained grin. "Until a few moments ago, you were kissing me with passionate abandon."