Amanda and Simon

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55487-153-7

Page :484

Word Count :121000

Publication Date :2011-06-19

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Available Formats : Amanda and Simon (pdf) , Amanda and Simon (prc) , Amanda and Simon (epub) , Amanda and Simon (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Paranormal Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55487-153-7

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Can Amanda and Simon find and destroy the werewolf trying to kill them?

Amanda Duncan thought she knew what love was, but the thought of falling in love terrified her. When she finally opens up to Luke Reeves, she thought they would make the perfect match. But she quickly finds out he's cheating on her with every woman that comes his way.

Amanda Duncan closed her blue eyes, drew in a long, deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she mentally tried to block the images from last night’s dream. Squeezing her eyes tighter, lights flashed inside her mind. When she opened her eyes, she no longer sat at her desk in her office. She was daydreaming again. Darkness surrounded her. Endless darkness. Amanda knew first hand that darkness came first, second the light, then finally him. Who is him you might ask? She did not know herself. Maybe he was a man she conjured up inside her mind. Maybe not. She could not be sure since he seemed so real to her.

Every night when Amanda dreamed, he aroused her body in ways no other man could ever entice. When he touched her body, it melted. Liquefying from his touch. She was his to have and he knew it. He took her body in more ways than she ever imagined a man could.

Suddenly, a flash of white lights danced in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes briefly, only to open them with a start when she felt his hands on her shoulders. Her heart fluttered. Her body leaped to life with excitement. Amanda wanted to turn around, throw herself in his arms and kiss him from head to toe. She wanted to worship his body. Pleasure him until he could not or would not deny her any request.

“I know you want me,” his dark voice slid down her spine, making her entire body shiver at the erotic sound.

Never in her life had she heard a more pleasant sound from a man. God, she wanted him. Needed him. Craved him.

Amanda did not dare turn around to look at him. If she did, she knew she would not see him clearly. She never could see him the way she wanted. That’s how she knew that she dreamed. They had made love in her dreams plenty of nights. Her body coming around his in endless ecstasy, but she never got a clear picture of the man who brought her this pleasure. Never could see the man who she wanted so badly.

“You do not need to see me to know that I desire you,” he said, reading her thoughts.

Amanda opened her mouth to ask if he could read her thoughts, but when he pressed the length of his body against her, fitting into her every curve, Amanda moaned at the contact. Electricity danced along her skin.

“Do you want me? Want my cock inside you again?” He nipped at her earlobe. She cried out in shock at the feel of his teeth. The pain and pleasure mixed excited her beyond believe.

One of his hands cupped her breast, the other wrapped around her waist preventing her from escaping him. Like she would ever try to run away from him.

She moaned again. Her voice echoed into the darkness.

The heat of his hand burned through her shirt and bra, tantalizing her flesh. She wanted more, needed more.

“Do you,” he hissed. “Answer me now.” His warm tongue trailed a heated path down the side of her neck.

Was he crazy for asking her such a foolish question as that? She wanted him and would have him. She would soon take him if he did not put out the ache throbbing between her thighs.

Leaning back to give him better access to her neck, she whispered a low, “Yes.” At this moment in time, Amanda did not care if she dreamed him up. He made her feel like the only woman in the world for him. She loved him. She knew it. Odd. She frowned at the thought of loving a dream man.

She felt him smile against her neck…Amanda blinked out of her daydream, staring around the room, wanting to yell to the heavens in frustration. Tears stung her eyes at the reality of it. No dream man should make her this crazy for him, especially while at work. She had a real man she loved more than anything. But why had she come up with this dream lover?

Amanda’s long slim fingers flew across the computer keyboard at incredible speeds while she keyed in the client’s information. She wondered how long she stayed in the daydream. Maybe not long. At least not long enough for her friends and co-workers to notice she sat there not doing anything. Coming to a stop mid-stroke, she glanced up from the computer screen and to her best friend who walked up to her, then lazily flopped down on the edge of her desk.

Amanda acutely studied Sheila for a moment. Cocking her head slightly she watched her friend begin cleaning her nails, on her desk.

She is up to something, Amanda thought.

Sheila smirked, her white teeth flashing as bright as someone’s teeth would be in a toothpaste commercial. Sheila’s black eyes sparkled mischievously as they only did when she wanted to do something she had no business doing. If Sheila wanted to play, then they could play.

Amanda’s lips curved upward. “What do you think you are doing, besides cleaning your nails on my paperwork?”

Sheila stopped. Her black eyes averted from Amanda to Emma who smiled also, then both girls stared at Amanda. “There are three of us in the office and you are the only one working. The boss isn’t out here watching us like slaves. So why are you working like fat Clayton is watching us?”

Amanda looked back to Emma who nodded in agreement. She cleared her throat. “Well, Shelia,” she said quietly. “If you get your big butt off my desk, I’ll tell you.”

“Big butt? I don’t have a big butt.”

Both Amanda and Emma snorted. “Honey, I can sit a glass on your ass as you walked by and you would not notice it.” Amanda teased. “As for me working, I am a little behind on inputting client’s information because I am always chit chatting away with these two women who work here and don’t work. They keep me from completing my assignments because they don’t want to work.”

“Emma,” Sheila called to her best friend. “I think Amanda just insulted us.”

“I did not!” Amanda denied.

“I think you did,” Sheila retorted.

“No, she didn’t,” Emma finally said.

“Thank you, Emma.” Amanda said. “At least I have one friend in here.”