Sealed in Blood
Publisher: Fiction Vixen Publications
Date of Publication: March 30, 2014
Word Count: 27K
Cover Artist: 3 Rusted Spoons
Determined to forget her ex-fiancé and gather the remains of her betrayed heart, Charisma Claiborne scrapes together her hard earned pennies for a dream trip to Las Vegas. On her first day in town, she has an accident with an eccentric casino owner. Enthralled by his good looks, she falls into his bed for a steamy one night stand.
But Hunt Blackwater is more than a mysterious, gorgeous casino owner. Rumors of a Native American curse and a string of inexplicable deaths follow in his wake – but the most terrifying is his ability to reach right into Charisma’s soul and make her want the things she’s convinced herself she can do without.
Unwilling to get in over her head, Charisma cuts her trip short and returns home, but trouble seems to follow her. With remembered whispers of curses in her ears and the lingering smell of death in her nose, she wonders if she is his next victim. Things go from puzzling to harrowing as Charisma comes face to face with the greatest betrayal she could ever imagine.
Charisma swallowed hard, standing in front of the door to Hunt’s suite. What lay behind it? It was like he was opening the lid to Pandora’s Box.
Hunt held her gaze, and took her purse when the door clicked open. “I like being in charge of things. You won’t have a problem with that.”
The carnal rumble in his voice rekindled a fire deep inside of her that Charisma had thought was long dead. She’d become so tired of the struggle to keep her life together; tired of trying to take care of herself and every situation in her single life. How liberating it would be to surrender control to this man.
“I don’t have a problem with it.”
Hunt held out his hand. “You mentioned a shower.”
He led her down a hallway to the bathroom. Charisma was so nervous she hardly noticed the large, jetted tub. Hunt took off his suit jacket and laid it on the vanity, opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water. He leaned in, relaxing his posture as he maintained firm eye contact. “I think I’ll have you begin by undressing me.”
The shower seemed to get louder with each passing second. Charisma’s fingers shook as she struggled to undo each button on his shirt. What was she doing? She’d never been in a shower with a man before, nor had she undressed a man.
He pulled the shirt off, throwing it on the double vanity. Naked, he would be even more intimidating than, and as gorgeous, as a god. His tanned chest was sprinkled with dark hair atop rippling abs. Charisma’s pulse thudded inside her neck. I’m really going to do this.
“Now. Take off your clothes. All of them.” His voice was sharp.
Charisma couldn’t look him in the eye, as she reached around to unzip her skirt. She allowed it to fall to the floor, but hesitated to unbutton her blouse.
“The shirt comes off too.”
Her fingers finally completed the task. She stood, motionless, awaiting a look of disapproval on Hunt’s face as his eyes zeroed in on her curvaceous hips.
“I don’t think you’re finished. I still see panties and a bra.”
Charisma’s face was flaming. She reached around to unhook her bra, biting down on her bottom lip as her traitorous nipples told of her arousal.
Hunt’s lips parted, and he lowered his voice. “I can see your embarrassment. You’re beautiful.” She relaxed slightly as he ran his hand over her hip. “You’re not to be ashamed. Understood?”
Charisma nodded, looking at the floor.
“Miss Claiborne, look at me.”
His eyes glittered as they roamed over her. Her body responded in a warm flood, as he murmured his approval.
Charisma trembled with desire, keenly aware of her pulse, as Hunt unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. Her muscles clenched at his size.
“You’re still blushing. You see how hard I am for you, and you will not be ashamed.”
Steam escaped as he opened the shower door. She stepped into the hot stream, Hunt behind her.
“Turn and face me. On your knees.”
About the Author:
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, wife and multi published author of erotica residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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