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Quinn, Susan K. Droney Reviews For TORRID TEASERS Volume 3 by Sherrill Quinn & Susan K. Droney Review Site: MayReviews.com "Ms. Quinn's Careful Wishes is a wonderful story... The interaction between the two estranged lovers is sweet and hot and satisfying. I... would like to read more by this author." Droney
really packs a punch with this short, sizzling read. Kayla’s a
woman who knows her own heart and desires and she wants Lucas. The dialogue
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understand why they're attracted to each other. Ms.
Droney creates a story that will have the reader panting in anticipation
as well as passion. Wow is all this reviewer can say after reading this
short story. In Cabin Fever, Ms. Droney has penned a short erotic tale that promises to warm you up. The sex is detailed and hot, and the premise interesting. Reviewed by: Char May Reviews.com
Sample Chapter For TORRID TEASERS Volume 3 by Sherrill Quinn & Susan K. Droney Donovan Miles crouched behind a stack of pallets. Mutters from members of the joint investigation squad came across his headset. A deep voice rasped, “What the hell is she doing here?” Another cop cursed. “Somebody get her out of here. Where’s Don?” His gut tightened. Somehow, he knew who they were talking about. Adelaide Langdon. His Laidy. Instinct was confirmed when his partner growled, “God dammit. Don, get her the hell out of here before she fucks us up.” Donovan swore under his breath. “Where is she?” “Comin’ your way. About ten more feet and she’ll be right beside you.” Glancing through the slats of the pallets, he saw the bright green of her T-shirt in the dim lights of the warehouse. He swore again. Little nitwit, doesn’t she know better than to go skulking around in neon-colored clothes? He was just about to step from behind the pallets when he heard the click of a hammer being drawn back on a gun. He froze. In horror, he heard their target say, “Well, well, well. What have we here?” Adelaide’s indrawn breath was sharp and loud. Donovan peeked around the pallets and saw her standing still, hands raised with palms out. Her face wore a look of fear mixed with bullheaded determination. He clenched his jaw around a shout of frustrated fury. His heart beat a fast rat-a-tat against his ribs as fear tightened his gut. Damn it. She was going to get herself killed. To save her, he’d have to blow an operation that was two years in the making. There was no question he’d do it, but there’d be hell to pay. For him, and her. Once he got his hands on her. “I’m looking for a client’s dog. A black Lab named Spanky.” “Spanky, huh?” Domingo Ramirez walked a lazy circle around her, stopping at her back. He slid the gun barrel along the side of her neck. “And what’s your name?” “A-Adelaide. Addie.” “Spanky the dog and Addie the bitch.” He fisted his hand in her hair and yanked her head back. “How ’bout I spank you, hmm? Would you like that?” Donovan quietly drew his weapon and thumbed off the safety. He’d put a bullet through the bastard’s head before he let him hurt Addie. He’d only just found her; he wasn’t about to lose her now. After a few months of friendship, last night, they’d taken their relationship to the next level. His cock twitched at the memory of the sex they’d shared. It had been so much more than ‘just sex.’ It was something he’d never felt with a woman before. She muttered a few words, too low for him to understand, drawing his attention back to Ramirez. “You gotta be kiddin’ me,” the drug dealer scoffed. His hand jerked in her hair and she cried out. “You think I’m stupid?” “No, really. It’s the truth. Spanky told me he was here.” “The dog talked to you.” Ramirez’s voice was thick with skepticism. “Yes.” Quiet snickers filtered over Donovan’s headset. His jaw tightened to the point where he figured he was about to grind his teeth into dust. He felt his face heat with a blush, and he cursed softly. He hadn’t blushed since he was a teenager, and now… Now, his girlfriend was making him look like an idiot in front of his colleagues. It was history repeating itself. First his mother, now his lover. He glanced skyward. Why me? “The dog talked to you?” Donovan understood Ramirez’s disbelief. He felt it himself. God, he’d bedded the woman and had no idea she was as big a flake as his mom. When he got her out of this, she owed him an explanation. “Yes. He’s just over there.” Addie pointed to a spot that would take them past Donovan’s hiding place. “Please, he’s scared and he’s hurt. Just let me go to him.” Ramirez seemed to consider her request. He pursed his lips and nodded, though a snaky smiled played around his mouth. “You know what? Let’s go see this dog of yours. If he’s there, like you say, maybe I’ll let you go. But, if there’s no dog…” He rubbed the gun along her neck again. “He’s there.” Addie’s voice pitched a few notes higher. Donovan tightened his hand around the grip of his revolver. “Follow my lead,” he murmured into the sensitive microphone by his lips. They had one chance to do this right. Addie and Ramirez drew near and, when they were just past him, he jumped Ramirez and threw him away from Addie. Immediately, five other cops surrounded the drug dealer, weapons drawn, voices shouting. “Stay down!” This from Donovan’s partner. “Grimaldi, read him his rights.” Ramirez struggled in the hold of the men cuffing him. “You got nothin’ on me.” Addie ran to Donovan and wrapped her arms around him. He drew her into his embrace, feeling the tremors that shook her slender body. “We’ve got plenty.” He jerked his head to one side. “Get him out of here.” Donovan waited until the men were far enough away, then he jerked off his headset and walked a few paces away. He drew in a few deep breaths and turned to face Addie. He didn’t even know where to begin. “What the hell are you doing here?” His voice came out harsh and deep, and he didn’t care. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins and he was pissed as hell on a multitude of levels. Not the least of which was that she’d put herself in danger. Her eyes narrowed. She obviously didn’t care for his tone. Too damned bad. “I am here to find my client’s dog.” She enunciated very clearly. “Like I said.” “A dog that talks to you.” If she narrowed her eyes any further, they’d be closed. Donovan could tell she was getting angrier by the minute, but that was fine by him. He was the wronged party here. She should have told him. “Yes. A dog that talks to me. You got a problem with that?” “As a matter of fact, I do.” He snorted a disbelieving laugh. “I mean, listen to yourself, Laidy. It’s a crock of bull.” Just like it had been with his mom. Her nostrils flared and she poked him in the chest. “Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” “I don’t believe in all this mumbo jumbo. If I can see it, hear it, smell it, then it’s real.” He rubbed his chest where she’d poked him and crossed his arms defensively so she wouldn’t be able to do it again. There was a lot of power behind that slim little finger. “You believe in God, don’t you? When was the last time you saw, smelled or heard Him?” “It’s not the same thing.” He was right in this, and he wouldn’t let her put him on the defensive. “It’s exactly the same thing.” She stared at him, then threw up her hands. “Fine. You believe what you want. But I need to get Spanky back to his human companion.” She looked at him a moment longer. Shaking her head, she walked around him and back deeper into the shadows of the warehouse. “There you are, baby. Yes, I know. You’re okay now.” Donovan heard her speak softly, then she came back toward him with a black Labrador limping at her side. The dog wagged its tail slowly, looking up at her with clear adoration in its gaze. “Oh, for Christ’s sake.” Donovan put his hands on his hips and scowled down at both of them. “Laidy, you can’t honestly expect me to believe this. I mean, I know you have a thing for animals, but come on!” “Yes, I do expect you to believe it.” She rested her hand on the dog’s head. “I thought we had something together, Don. Something special. But if you won’t believe me on this… well, which is it? Do you think I’m crazy? Or that I’m a liar?” He opened his mouth, but really had no response. He didn’t think she was either of those things. But to pull a Dr. Doolittle on him? It really was too much to expect. Wasn’t it? |