Willow’s Cry is live!
When you’ve pissed off Mother Nature, anything can happen…
Alex is just a regular guy… who can hear the wind speak and the earth talk, not a bad thing for a Park Ranger if a bit unusual. His life is everything he desires. Until Mother Nature expresses her displeasure at his family’s threat to sell the land they had been charged to protect. Alex is left to try to stop the sale, finding a damsel in distress along the way who wraps herself around his heart.
Happy living in her tree, observing the world without joining in, Willow has yearned for Alex for years. Too shy to emerge, the little nymph is suddenly catapulted into Alex’s arms, her tree destroyed during a massive storm.
Mother Nature has a plan and she’ll do everything she can to force Alex’s family to continue their roles as guardians, even if it means sacrificing one she protects.
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The liquid heat rolled down his body. Rolling his neck, he let it do its work, his muscles relaxing one by one. Head against the tiled wall, he watched the dirty water swirl in the bottom, exiting down the drain. He’d soap up. In a minute. The sound of the water tinkling down soothed him. Closing his eyes, muscles relaxing, each bead took away a bit of his stress, the images of the past couple of days flashing in front of his eyes.
The trek to get down to the hikers fell to him. First on the scene, Alex evaluated the situation. He quickly set up his equipment. Listening to the wind, an urgency had him securing ropes to the large rocks jutting up through the grass. Pitons weren’t his first choice but he needed to hurry. Ensuring each rope had its own ascender to help the hikers climb to safely. Not to mention if either were injured he could move them up on his own.
Alex glanced at the area, the mountain a guaranteed mudslide waiting to happen. With the imminent threat, speed became absolutely necessary. Sending his coordinates over the two way radio strapped to him, Alex stepped off the cliff, quickly rappelling down.
One of the hikers, unhurt other than assorted bruises, did his best to help Alex secure the injured hiker for transport. With a search team yet to reach them, Alex needed his muscle to help pull up the unconscious woman. Her leg was broken, and even with a makeshift splint it would be a hard journey up. The splint her partner applied good enough to get her up. Alex stabilized her for the trip to the top. Looking at the path, hearing the urgent whispers in the wind, Alex realized he needed to act now.
Exhaling, he squared his shoulders.
So, now that Willow’s Cry is done, I’m working on Finding Faith. The 2nd book in the Dragon’s Fated Heart Series.
This is Crag’s story…
Faith checked her compass. She needed to ensure she was heading in the correct direction. Her body tingled pleasantly, achy in bits, but satiation made her movements languid. She’d never dreamed a man could make her feel like that. She’d been wild and out of control. He made her forget herself.
She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t abandon Hope. Forgetting herself would make her lose time. She wasn’t too upset about yesterday. Her lips quirked. Well, she wasn’t at all upset about yesterday. Everything about the man she’d met sent her body out of control. Whirling into dizzying heights of pleasure she’d never imagined existed.
She hadn’t planned on spending the night learning about passion. Once the man was asleep and snoring away, it was easy enough to slide from his arms. Kneeling, she couldn’t help but stare for a bit.
Heavily muscular, he was mouthwateringly fit. His six pack led down and his bulk showed he liked his food. His abdomen, obviously tight and in shape, but his waist carried just a bit of a love handle, proving he loved his food. Smothering a smile, Faith had wanted to wake him and tease him, just a bit.
Knowing the foolishness of that desire, she stifled her laughter, following his glory trail south. The sight of his large, thick, flaccid penis dried her mouth. Moisture settling south, drenching her pussy. The ache in her abdomen, the racing of her heart, assured her that settling down and straddling him was an awesome idea. Just imagining him sliding into her shortened her breath.
Leaning forward, knowing it was pure foolishness, Faith licked him from his root to his tip. Pulling back, his cock rose following her mouth. Licking her lips, she suckled the tip. Her hips tilted, wanting to feel him inside. He tasted so good. Salty and manly.
Faith giggled. He moaned. She stilled. Flicking out her tongue, she licked him, sucking lightly. He grew, filling her mouth. Unable to resist, Faith bobbed down, taking as much of him as she could. Her fingers slid into action, one hand caressing his large sac and the other grasping him at the root, holding him up for her pleasure.