The Bell Curve

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-818-3

Page :86

Word Count :21500

Publication Date :2010-08-08

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Available Formats : The Bell Curve (pdf) , The Bell Curve (prc) , The Bell Curve (epub) , The Bell Curve (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-818-3

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Jen's life has been a blast since she became the author of fictional Jason Bell's stories. She's gleefully tortured him both on paper and in person. But when the boundless bounty hunter goes missing, Jen begins to worry. A strange summons on her computer lands Jen in Jason's universe, a place of danger and badly written science fiction. Oh no! Spider Princesses, angry revolutionaries and a ship built for sex on the run--Jason Bell's universe is not to be trifled with. Can Jen make it out in one piece? And who will suffer the consequences of an author's presence in her own work?

"Jason, do you have anything else for me to wear? I can't run around the galaxy in my pajamas."

"Why not?" He cracked his naughty smile then got serious. He glanced around the room, a small line between his brows indicating thought. "I don't have anything to fit you, but you can wear a jumpsuit over your clothes. When the pods give up the search, we'll go to Talgus. They always have something a lady will like."

"Pants and a t-shirt are all I'm asking for. Oh, and shoes." She started to sit up again, but one strong hand centered on her chest and pushed her back down.

"What's your hurry? We've got a few hours to lay low before we can go anywhere." He was out of the chair and on top of her in one fluid motion she couldn't have written any sexier. Despite her loss of consciousness and being, as far as she knew, trapped in some hackneyed alternate reality, she instantly responded to Jason's touch. She always did. His weight on top of her was easy to bear and he laughed softly in her ear.

"The oxygen?"

"Not this time, Goddess. I just love being on top of you."

"Oh," she managed before he kissed her with a sensuality full of promises of things to come. Lips brushed lips and the small sounds they made flowed over her like warm honey. She ran her hands over his back, and the flex and pull of his muscles through the thin black t-shirt thrilled her. He was such a manly man, nothing like her other lovers from school. She reveled in his strength and the sheer size of him. The span of his shoulders seemed to go on for an eternity as she kneaded her hands into the knots she found. He moaned into her mouth, tickling her lips with his breath before drawing away.

"So this is what you mean by lay low?" She laughed, too, giddy from the knock on the head and the extra oxygen and the hot guy now lying on top of her. Being kidnapped was getting better and better.

Barely an inch of space remained between his head and the shelf above so she pushed on his hips, lowering him on the bed. He buried his face in her chest, kissing a trail from her throat to her breastbone. One hand crept under her tank top and cupped around her left side, warming her waist and belly. He gripped her that way, heat radiating from his hand into her then slid her shirt up to pool atop her breasts.