Island of Desire
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Carol Storm
Word Count :48500
Publication Date :2010-08-18
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-051-4
Seducing Anne is a way to win freedom for his friends -- but when Anne's beautiful body inflames his own desires, how can the rugged castaway choose between freedom and slavery?
Jamaica, 1660. A tropical paradise seething with unrest. Untroubled by slave uprisings, Anne Falkirk is the proud mistress of a vast plantation. Secretly starved for love, Anne appears to be a cold, untouchable white goddess. But one night a shipwrecked sailor unlocks her passions, using his magnificent body to stir her senses to the utmost. Is Jeremy Bent the answer to Anne’s prayers? Or is he sweeping her to peak after peak of ecstasy for some darker purpose of his own? Jeremy Bent has turned his back on English civilization. Part Robinson Crusoe and part Robin Hood, Jeremy rules a group of runaways, proud Africans who have escaped the horrors of Spanish slavery high in the mountains of Jamaica. Seducing Anne is a way to win freedom for his friends -- but when Anne’s beautiful body inflames his own desires, how can the rugged castaway choose between freedom and slavery?
Anne blushed at her heated memories of London. All she wanted now was to look down on the moon-touched waters of her special pool hidden amidst tall cedar trees and fed by the waters of a sparkling waterfall. Climbing a small rise, Anne sat down to rest on a fallen log, hidden in shadows. She gazed at the seething water falling into the round pool below.
The waterfall itself was a relatively small one, falling down over jagged rocks perhaps ten or twelve feet into the sandy-bottomed pool. Preoccupied by memories, Anne at first only stared vacantly into the foaming waters of the pool, not watching the curtain of falling water. But she soon noticed a flicker deep within the sparkling cascade. At first it seemed to be merely a trick of the moonlight. Then it seemed as if there was a marble statue of surpassing beauty trapped inside the falls.
Suddenly, Anne realized that she was watching a tall, strong man emerge from the falls. He turned his back to her, allowing the water to wash over him once again. Her pulse accelerating, Anne studied the splendid male body before her. He truly was the living embodiment of all her fantasies. First she took in the rich, honey-colored hair, long and plastered to his back, dark against his glistening white skin. The hair seemed to emphasize the sheer width of his broad shoulders. Anne marveled at the flex and play of the intricate muscles in his back as the man bathed under the falling water. When he tossed his hair to one side, she even enjoyed seeing his ramrod straight spine, another reminder of the way his body tapered so delightfully from broad shoulders to narrow waist.
Was he a pirate? Anne tried to think clearly, but heat spread through her, making it hard to concentrate. In a trance, she found herself drinking in the tight perfection of his hard buttocks and his muscular thighs. Even from the rear, the mere sight of this unexpected and possibly dangerous intruder made all of her sexual parts come alive. Her nipples were pebble hard, her palms moist, her mouth dry. Most distracting of all, her nether parts felt hot and wet and steamy. All this, and she hadn’t even seen his face yet.
When the man turned around, the moonlight made his upturned face glow with light. In this light it was impossible to see clearly, but Anne was struck by a youthful innocence in his face. He had the body of a god and the face of an angel. Sensing that this man might be less experienced than herself, Anne speculated that his apparent vulnerability might be the key to her continued independence and dominance on this part of the island. This splendid giant might be the answer to her prayers.