A Taste Of Honey
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by Honey Jans
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read
Description: Join me on a joyride through two of my favorite books. From the dizzying heights of a courtesan auction in Paris to the cozy seclusion of a Wisconsin lakeside cabin with a sexy cop, you're sure to take pleasure in the thrills along the way. I hope you'll enjoy this Taste of Honey.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009
12 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [263 KB]
Reading time: 170-239 min.
"I read that Honey Jans likes to bring spice to her books. She did just that but I think the spice she used was cayenne pepper because Candy Kisses left you burning for more. Candy Kisses is my first book by Honey Jans. If this is what all her books are like than she has a new fan in me. I could go on and on about Candy Kisses but I think the 5 angel--recommended read rating that I gave it says it all. Now go out and pick up your copy of Candy Kisses today."_Reviewed by Cheryl, Fallen Angel Reviews, 5 Angels and a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read!
"ONCE IN LOVE WITH LAURA is one of those stories that 'speaks' to you through the characters' emotional attachment for each other. With plenty of smoldering sex scenes, comical witty dialogue and an element of suspense I happily sat and read this story straight through. I especially loved Laura's reaction to Nick's dominant demeanor. Laura and Nick make a wonderful couple and as you read their story you can't help but admire them. Honey Jans tells wonderful BDSM tales and seems to be improving her talent at her craft with each new story." _5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies
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Candy Warner walked up to the dilapidated cabin she'd rented from old man Evans for the summer, trying to put things into perspective. She hadn't come back home to live in luxury--her mouth curved in a wry smile at that understatement. She was here to be Audra's Maid of Honor, start her own business, and find the right man to make her come. Easy peasy. At least the sex part would be easy, her sexuality was simmering after pouring through erotic boutiques in search of the perfect bachelorette party goods.
Getting fired after dumping her cheating ex-fiancé would prove to be a blessing in disguise. It had forced her out of the safe little life she'd led as personnel director at Alford and Holmes, made her reevaluate her life, and decide she wouldn't settle for less than passion again. Finding Greg Mathews screwing his secretary had been humiliating, the worst part being that the blond bimbo seemed to be having a lot more fun than she'd ever had with him. She still had the last love letter he'd sent her unopened in her bag. It was a visual reminder not to be stupid about men again.
On that demoralizing note, she stuck the key in the lock, and swore when it wouldn't turn. Darn it all, it was probably rusted shut. Didn't Mr. Evens check these places before he leased them? She thought about breaking a window to get in, but instead tried to force the door. Suddenly someone hit her from behind, taking her to the grass in a rolling tackle that drove the air from her lungs. Crushed beneath a very male body, if the erection pressed tight to her mound was anything to go by, she sucked in air and gaped up at him. Mitch Hammond. Terror morphed to arousal in a heartbeat, making her nipples harden, the place between her legs moisten, and her lips tingle as she gazed at his sultry mouth. God, he'd only gotten better in the ten years she'd been away.
"Mind telling me what you're doing in my crime scene?" he demanded.
Crime scene? Shivering inside as his honey dark tones washed over her, she looked up at the object of her hopeless teenage lust, trying to make sense of his words. His raven dark hair now had a few sprinkles of gray, but that didn't fool her into thinking that he had mellowed. The scorching fire in his whiskey brown eyes still had the power to make her toes curl. As all her formerly suppressed female hormones sat up to take notice, she knew her only hope for getting out of this unscathed was that he wouldn't remember her. Why should he? He'd made it very clear ten years ago, that she didn't mean a thing to him.
She'd made a complete fool of herself over him on prom night all those years ago ... kissing him after he'd saved her from her drunken date ... only to have him reject her, along with a lecture on proper female behavior. It was too demoralizing to even think about. Oh lord, this couldn't be happening. He didn't even have the qualifications she expected of a prospective lover. He was too old, too set in his ways, and way too alpha male.
"Answer me, Candy. What the hell are you doing in my crime scene?"
Shit! She let out an unladylike groan as he took away any hope of anonymity.
"Crime scene?" she asked with a shake of her head. "Just what crime are you thinking of committing, Mitch Hammond?" His forbidding scowl made her wonder if she was way off base. He was wearing a suit, she realized, as the scratchy wool brushed against her bare arms. Something didn't add up.
"Do you need backup, Detective Hammond?" a disembodied voice came from a communication device on his lapel.
Detective Hammond, she mouthed in shock, feeling Mitch stiffen on top of her at her reaction. How was it possible? A crook couldn't be a cop. Still she hadn't seen him for years and people change. She certainly had.
"No," Mitch said, staring at her flushed face. "It was a false alarm. You can stand down."
Stunned, she looked at his resolute expression. Overheating, she wriggled and her sensitive mound rubbed tantalizingly against the growing ridge of his erection, making her quiver. The flare of masculine awareness in his eyes told her he noticed her telling reaction. Double drat! This is not good.
"Answer my question, Candy," he ordered.
"What crime scene?" she finally asked, pulling her wits together, uncomfortable under his unyielding stare. The one he no doubt used to break down suspects.
"I was investigating a burglary a few doors down when I got a call about a suspicious character, driving an old car, who was attempting to break in here again."
She stiffened as he flicked a dubious glance at her ten-year-old Toyota. "Suspicious character," she repeated with a scowl. "And do you always tackle suspicious characters, Detective Hammond?"
"Only the pretty ones."
Candy watched his mouth kick up in a bad boy grin that made her yearn to taste him. He thought she was pretty--the knowledge brightened her crummy day. Gazing back at him, her body tingling, she watched his eyes darken with, what? Suspicion, desire?
She blurted out, "The door wouldn't open."
"The front door lock sticks since it was jimmied open two weeks back," he said, studying her.
Candy let out an appalled gasp at as his matter-of-fact tone. What were the odds of both her condo and now her new digs being burgled? Monumental, but bad karma seemed to be following her. Darn it all, she'd left Chicago to get away from such goings-on. She felt his probing glance at her reaction. How bad was it hit? It looked inhabitable from the outside. She didn't really have the time or the money to move, all her savings would be needed to fund her new business.
Mitch's eyes narrowed. "That doesn't explain what you're doing here, Candy."
"I'm not trying to rob the place, if that's what you're insinuating," she said, her fighting spirit returning. "I rented the cottage for the summer." She felt his formerly tightly held body relax on top of hers, his weight pressing against her in the most stimulating places. The light of masculine awareness, maybe pleasure, that came to his eyes made her consider extending the job requirements to include him.
"Then you're back for keeps."
The satisfaction in his voice gave her pause. He could shoot all her plans to hell, because she was so tempted by him. "Maybe," she replied being evasive. See how he liked it. His sultry grin in response made her want to kick him and kiss him at the same time.
"Is Mathews joining you?" he asked.
She stared up at him, shocked that he knew about her ex-fiancé. "No," she snapped, feeling her face heat.
"Good," he said, bending to kiss her.
She let out a little mew of surprise when Mitch's mouth brushed against hers. He tasted even better than she remembered. She kissed him back, gasping when his hands brushed down the bare skin on her arm, then up to caress the sides of her breasts. He nipped her bottom lip making her open for him, his tongue slipping into her mouth to mate with hers. It was the most arousing experience of her life and they were still fully dressed. She moaned, burning in his arms, all thoughts of business plans and qualifications fading. Wrapping her arms around him, Candy melted into Mitch's embrace, ravishing him.
Detective Mitch Hammond slowly broke the kiss to look down at Candy's enchanting face, cursing his rash impulse to tackle her, but not sorry he'd done it. He'd have chewed out any of his men who'd dared to pull a stunt like that, but when he'd seen her, he'd acted on impulse. Something he hadn't done in a hell of a long time, not since Jill. He'd recognized Candy Warner in an instant, her fiery hair was unmistakable, and her lush curves had been displayed to advantage in her white shorts and pink tank top. His cock ached as it pressed against her creamy warm mound, and he knew he had to have her, but he didn't want to scare her off. She was a judge's daughter and had been very innocent. Candy looked just as dazed as he felt. Her tip-tilted green eyes glazed with passion, her red hair flowed around her in wild abandon, her sultry, passion-swollen lips curved in a smile of surrender. Her full curves cushioned him, her soft tits driving him crazy, her creamy mound tempting him to bury himself in her warmth. At least she wasn't with Mathews anymore. He could build on that.
Who knew when he was called to investigate a suspicious character that he'd wind up between Candy's sexy legs? She let out a breathy gasp as he pressed against her. Oh yeah, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her--handcuffs and whipped cream came to mind. First, he had to get her settled away from the danger zone, then he could work his way into her bed. Decision made, he rolled to his feet and bent down to pull her up. Her eyes widened in shock when he caught her in his arms, their bodies colliding. He bit back a groan of his own. Stupid move, Hammond. She had him off kilter in more ways than one. "Good to be home again, Candy?" Mitch said, holding her steady.
"Yes," she said with a little intake of breath, leaning against him for a moment before pushing away from him.
He weathered her feisty glare, happy to see her natural spunk returning. Most women would probably be in hysterics, but he of all men knew that Candy wasn't most women. She'd startled him ten years ago when she'd thrown herself at him, and she was amazing him now. "I'll follow you back into town."
"Why?" Her eyes narrowed. "Are you planning to arrest me?"
He stifled a grin as she glared at him, her hands on her hips, her eyes sparkling with outrage. It made him idly wonder how she'd look in bed. "No. You're not under arrest. But surely, you can see that you can't stay here. The best thing would be for you to go back to your parents' house."
"I'm a big girl now, and I'm not going home to Daddy. Besides, they're away on a world cruise."
"I know that they're on vacation," he said, ignoring her comment about running home to daddy; those were the damning words he'd left her with that night, ten years ago. "You've got a key?" He spotted her bag lying on the grass a few yards away and walked over to retrieve it.