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Author: Mary Billiter

Title: Spirited Away

Genre: Romantic Mystery

Release Date: October 31, 2017

Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

Cover Designer: Claire Smith

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What happens when the legend of the old west becomes the new reality? In Mary Billiter’s fun novel of investigating the unknown and navigating love, a drop-dead sexy cop and a fiery redhead are linked by a mysterious haunting and the unsolved crime of passion behind it all.

When Reese Pemberton relocates from the Golden State to the Cowboy State for a corporate promotion, she discovers a different state of mind. From the hustle and bustle mayhem of the Bay Area to the slow and easy meanderings of Wyoming, Reese welcomes the change in pace as the hotel’s new general manager. However, she shuts the door on the notion that her hotel is haunted.

But when a series of mishaps introduces the fiery redhead to the hotel’s legendary cowboy ghost, she begins to question the events surrounding his demise.

Reese and Cheyenne police detective Cody Pring join forces to put to rest the spirit that haunts the hotel. In the process, they discover long-buried secrets. Can the two solve a decades-old mystery or are some things better left with the dead?

When I locked gazes with her, her hazel eyes looked a little sleepy. I knew she wasn’t ready for a nap, but she was ready for bed. She had a restful, dreamy look about her that craved naked escapism, and I wasn’t about to disappoint.

I carefully tore apart the two Velcro straps that held her knee brace in place. The brace fell to the floor and her fishnet-covered knee bent toward me. It wasn’t as badly swollen as before. Still, I gently massaged it as my hand slowly made its way along the inside of her thigh.

I stopped short and raised my brows. “Are you wearing a garter?”

She gazed downward at me through her long, dark lashes. Her come-hither look sent a signal straight to my cock, which pulsed hard.

She slowly inched off her skirt, and beneath the lace was more lace. Sexy. Red silky straps held her fishnet stockings attached to a high-waist, lacy, scallop-edged garter. A tiny pair of panties barely covered her patch. I couldn’t tell if she had hardwood, full carpet, or a landing strip. I was hoping for hardwood. Something about a naked pussy drove me nuts. My hand reached behind her and dug into her fleshy ass.

“A thong and garter. You’re the best-kept secret at this hotel.”

The corners of her mouth turned upward into a beautiful smile. “Thank you, Private. And perhaps you could help?” She turned, revealing the back of her corset. A row of tiny buttons traced her spine. I slowly began unbuttoning her. When the final button was unfastened, she turned back to me and slowly pulled away the corset.

Her breasts were instantly exposed. Plump breasts with erect cherry-red nipples were cradled on the cups of her bra. She slowly stood, and in a garter and thong, with full, supple breasts poking out, everything about her teased and tantalized. She looked like a showgirl. She pushed off my jacket and slid her hands beneath my T-shirt, feeling my chest. Her hand warmed me. I pulled off my T-shirt, and she pressed her tits against me.

I held her plump ass and slowly slid my finger along the thong that rode between her cheeks. Her body responded, and she wrapped her leg around mine and pressed into me. My cock rose to meet her. I unhooked my gun belt and laid it on the table beside the couch. She fumbled with the button on my wool pants. I held her wrist, unhooked my pants with one hand, and let them fall as far as they would. My cock stopped most of the progress. I released her and bent down to unbuckle my boots and toss them aside. My pants fell to the floor, and I kicked them off. But before I could straighten, her red heel rose and planted itself on my thigh. She gently pressed into me, and my desire heightened. As I knelt with my arms stretched toward her, I felt like Atlas, and she was my world.

I didn’t know what it was about this redhead, but being with her didn’t feel like I was running away. It actually felt like I was running toward something. But I had to be sure.

“I don’t want just a random hookup.” The words blurted from my mouth.

She gazed down at me and grinned. “Private Pring, is that all you think this is?”

With her heel pressed into my thigh, I wanted nothing more than to get things going and going good, but something inside me wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know what this is.”

Her eyes softened. “Cody, I usually don’t do this.” She paused. “But I also usually don’t get slammed into by a bar door while I’m jogging, and then get stuck in a boiler room in the same night—and rescued by the same man.”

I felt my face burn with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

“So, this is new for me too,” she said. “But I thought it was time to break free, have some fun, and you were my first choice.” She giggled. “Truth be told, you were my only choice, so I’m really glad you didn’t refuse me my whimsy.”

“Refuse you? Reese, I could live to be a hundred and I wouldn’t be able to refuse you anything.”

I couldn’t tell if she was shocked in a good or bad way. I opted to shut up, change gears, and nibble on the inside of her thigh while my tongue trailed toward her clit. Heat radiated off her panties when I pushed the silky material aside and tongued her. A small strip of hair made me glad she hadn’t shaved it off. Her hands grabbed the sides of my head and pressed my mouth further into her. The way her lips swelled and the juice flowed so readily was primal. It was a signal to my cock that she wasn’t just ready for me, she wanted me.

But I wasn’t ready. Not until I heard the sweet echo of her orgasm. My tongue did a tango against her clit, moving it back and forth, backing off, and before I gently charged toward it, I reached up and tautly held her nipple. She gasped and then pressed her clit toward my lips. I watched her reaction as I suckled on it. Her mouth opened like she was about to roar. And when I ran my tongue along her swollen lips and dipped inside her sweet wetness, the sound she emitted was raw, primitive, and sexier than anything I’d ever heard.

“Yes. Right. There.”

My hand remained clamped on her nipple, and my tongue continued to play hide-and-seek with her clit. I’d rush it, then back off, then rush it again. It was a pace that sent her to a fevered pitch of euphoria.

“Oh my God,” she cried.

She threw her head back and sweat beaded between her breasts, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t, not until she had another orgasm. There was nothing composed about me or what I was doing. I operated from lust, passion, and point of climax. I wanted her to have an eyes-open, screaming orgasm she’d never forget.

I had less than thirty minutes, and I wanted to taste and feel every part of her. I released her nipple, looped my arm under knee, and turned her around.

“Kneel. I mean, if you can.”

“Oh, I can,” she said. And from the look in her eyes, I knew, bum knee or not, she was more than game for adventure.

I brought her arms up and placed them against the wall while she knelt on the couch. I spread her legs apart and frisked every curve, dip, and crevice of her body with my hands. I pressed my shoulder into her back as my hand felt along the seam of her fishnet stockings that stopped short of her ass. I grabbed my Leatherman tool from my belt, flipped it open, and placed the blade against the side of her panty and cut. I did the same with the other side, and her panties dropped between us on the couch. Her red lace garter belt hugged her waist, and nothing stood in my way of what I desired most.

I knelt on the floor in front of the couch and slowly licked her cheeks. Her body tensed. I repeated, increasing my rhythm until she surrendered to the sensation of my tongue on her sensitive skin. I parted her ass and buried my mouth inside her while my finger reached beneath her and fingered her. She dripped with wetness that I slathered on the shaft of my cock.

“Condoms. Where are they?” I kept my tone sharp and direct, and she responded by pointing toward the side table. I opened the drawer, and a large box of Magnum condoms was tucked inside. I grabbed a packet, ripped it open with my teeth, and placed it on my cock.

I stood behind her and placed the tip of my cock between her legs. When she didn’t stop me and instead pushed against me, I moved toward her wetness.

Her hands remained pressed against the wall, and I remained pressed against the edge of entry.

“Am I hurting you?”

She looked over her shoulder, and her eyes were dark with desire. “Fuck me.”

Despite her command and her groans that filled the room, I slowly moved my cock toward her pussy. There was a moment when I either had to push forward or back off.

She turned again, and this time her eyes flashed and her tone was sharp. “Private, are you man enough to fuck me, or do I need to get someone else to do the job for you?”

“No, ma’am.” My response was instinctive to her authority. I wasn’t in charge. Who am I kidding? I may have the cock, but she directed every move I made. And the more she dominated the situation, the more I thought I wanted her to.

“Okay then, Private, take your big cock and fuck me—hard. And if by some miracle you don’t prematurely lose your load, then you can fuck me again. Understood?”

My cock throbbed, and it was a miracle I hadn’t lost my load. Still, I took my time entering her, and as soon as I did, I had to slow my roll or I’d lose it altogether. But she didn’t know slow. She rocked back and forth against my cock.

I had to take charge or face humiliation. I grabbed her hips, thrust into her, and took control. She cooed and practically purred.

“That’s right.”

I moved in and out of her with a burning desire only she could quench. Her cries filled the room. I pulled out and flipped her around so her breasts faced me.

“I want your tits. Your big nipples.” I tugged on one with my teeth, pulling it to the pressure point and then backing off. Taking her to the tipping point was tested when she mounted me. She hopped on my cock, held onto my shoulders, wrapped her legs around me, and rode me like a rented mule. With her nipple between my teeth and her other breast bouncing, she made me feel like a man. And when I was with Reese, I wanted to be that guy. That guy who did the right thing and was man enough to let down his guard so a beautiful woman like this felt safe and secure to open herself to me. My cock slid in and out of her wetness. I released her nipple and looked at her.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” I said.

The corners of her mouth drooped slightly downward—not a full-on pout, but enough to mimic a frown and inspire me to get a grip. The woman was insatiable. Or maybe she hadn’t ever been properly fucked. Either way, I had to cowboy up and fuck her proper.

But when her breasts continued to bounce, teasing me, taunting me, and her pussy maintained a tight choke hold around my cock, I wasn’t sure I’d last. Everything about her was a perfect fit. I wanted to last forever, but I’d settle for lasting another five minutes.

“I’m sorry you can’t last,” she said. “I thought I picked a man—not a boy.”

She’s good. Her jibe spurred me and hardened my cock until I thought my foreskin would tear. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her stockinged legs wrapped around my waist. I nipped her nipple with my teeth, and she screamed with delight.

“Hell yes, Private. More. Now!”

I pinched her other nipple and gave a little nip to her tit. I quickly discovered Reese liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure. And as long as I didn’t draw blood, I was down. In turn, her heels dug into my ass, and together the pleasure and pain were in sync. Big time.

Her mouth found mine, and the tip of her tongue played with me, and I imagined it on the head of my cock. This beautiful redhead was driving me crazy with pleasure.

She ground hard on me. Her sexuality was as open as her passion that knew no bounds.

“Cody.”

It was the first time she called my name.

“I want you,” she cooed.

Her voice was a soft directive to my heart. Her desire for pleasure and for me to be in charge brought out my best. I leaned into her, burrowing my cock into her slippery, swollen pussy. She arched, and I held the small of her back. She screamed, and warmth oozed over my cock. That’s three. I no longer had to wait.

“I’ll teach you to sass me.” I pulled out and turned her around. “Grab the back of the couch, spread your legs, and shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

My cock had a full load ready to discharge. I slowly slipped into her pussy, and the tightness from entering her from behind was beyond my ability to maintain control. But I grabbed her hips and got three long, deep, penetrating strokes into her hot, tight little pussy before I erupted deep inside her.

No sooner had I collapsed on top of her than my cell phone buzzed on the end table.

“I think my thirty went into sixty,” I said into her velvety hair.

Her lips found mine and tenderly kissed me. “No regrets.”

“With you?” I said. “Never.”

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