Former Army Ranger Brant Crichton likes to be in charge. Racked with guilt after losing men in the desert, he now stands a lonely sentinel position in the forest, fighting the wildest element of all. When a sexy older woman steps right out of his dreams into reality, his tightly held control is shattered.
Photographer Deryn Adams has sworn off action men after losing her husband. Sparks fly when she meets the virile firefighter while scouting locations for her next nude layout. She's enthralled by the handsome younger man but their eleven-year age difference and fear of losing another love keeps her heart firmly closed.
With passion and wildfire threatening everything, both must trust that living in fear of what might happen is no way to live at all.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Out of Control by Eve Savage
A naked, aroused man.
A long, lean body lying draped across a rustic couch greeted Deryn Adams as she opened the wooden door and walked into the room.
"Wow." Not only was the isolated cabin beautiful, it came with a hard penis. She laughed softly. "Penny wasn't kidding when she said this place was well-equipped."
And well-equipped he was. Hard and thick, his cock rose from neatly trimmed brown curls to his flat stomach. It moved with his steady breathing. He had a vicious-looking scar on his left side. Whatever had happened to him must've been terribly painful. The jagged healed wound only added to his mystique and she wanted to run her fingers down his flesh.
Deryn tiptoed toward the sofa, stepping over a trail of clothes and boots. Just like a man to leave his junk all over the place.
The cabin had looked roomy when she'd driven up, eager to get started on the layout work for the next photo shoot. The place was beautiful--green trees, fresh air and quiet. The drive up to Payette National Forest tired her out but a hundred thoughts and visualizations for the shoot overrode exhaustion.
What dreams was the man indulging in for that impressive cock to be so hard and--was that pre-cum glistening on the tip? She smiled and licked her lips. Yum.
She knelt down quietly next to the sofa. Why ruin her voyeuristic fun by waking him?
His deep steady breathing moved his golden chest up and down. The slight dusting of light brown hair curling around flat nipples made her mouth water.
Just a taste. Was that too much to ask?
"Get a hold of yourself. You're forty-two, you can't just grab some young guy and take a bite," said the little angel on her shoulder.
"Why the hell not? It's not like you're dead," said the opposing devil.
Deryn didn't consider herself easy and she definitely wasn't dead. She was a living, breathing woman and could enjoy the view as well as anyone.
The scenery of bared flesh was spectacular. He had the body of a god--hard, muscular and tall. He more than covered the length of the couch.
The late afternoon sun streamed through the plaid curtained windows and fell across the handsome face sporting at least a week's worth of beard.
Her fingers itched to touch him. To see if his skin was as soft as it looked. Deryn blamed the artist within who loved different textures. Especially between a man and woman.
He had a defined chest, ripped abs, a hard cock and strong thighs. Her gaze went back to his thick penis.
With her photos of nudes in natural settings, she'd seen quite a few in her day. Whether the penises in question were hard, flaccid, circumcised or not, she loved them all. There was something about the male form that fascinated her. And the body splayed in front of her was certainly something to appreciate.
Temptation had too tight a hold on her, she had to feel him. There was a ring on his middle finger but it wasn't gold and didn't look like a wedding band and the tattoo on his left biceps didn't have a woman's name etched into it.
Deryn held her breath and extended her hand.
Her fingers brushed along his hard length. Soft skin and hard steel.
Lightning fast, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
His grip tightened. "Look but don't touch, sweetheart. Unless you plan on doing a lot more."
His deep voice sent shivers up her spine. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue. Although he'd just woken, they were bright and crystal clear with awareness.
"Whatever, pal." She tried to pull her hand away.
He didn't let go. "Whatever I want? Fine. I accept your offer. Kiss me."