Here’s what Whipped Cream reviewer, Myrtle, had to say about Lucifer’s Choice: Ms. Carlo created a tale where different customs and beliefs come together to make a delicious love story that will rival any romance movie on the big screen. A brilliant writer, she wastes no time in pulling the reader into the story and not letting go until the end. The sizzle between Nalini and Sax comes off the pages, so grab a fan or turn up the air because you are going to need it to cool yourself.
This scond scence from Lucifer’s Choice is one of my favorites.
Lucifer’s Choice Blurb:
The Hades Squad doesn’t do missing persons cases, but when close family friends are desperate to find their daughter Nalini, a runaway bride, Lucifer, aka Sax Anders, feels compelled to accept the assignment.
Nalini learns Lucifer’s in Santa Fe. Her teenage crush on Lucifer’s never wavered even though she hasn’t seen him in eight years. Now she needs to lose her virginity to avoid the marriage her Hindu father pre-arranged when she was a child – could the fates have been kinder?
Lucifer never loses his cool, never acts on impulse, until one sultry Santa Fe night when he beds a mysterious exotic beauty who seems vaguely familiar. Their universe shattering sex stuns Lucifer, and he doesn’t want her out of his sight. He suggests another date. Nalini informs him she’s engaged.
Lucifer’s outraged – she used him.
What’s Lucifer to do when he discovers Nalini’s the runaway bride and the mystery woman from his Santa Fe one-night stand?
Lucifer’s Choice – excerpt #2:
Before grabbing the bag with the takeout, Sax adjusted his prick and squeezed the head hard. To no avail. His raging erection didn’t even respond to pain. He found Nalini standing at the sink, staring out the window. “Something out there?”
She shook her head. “Just staring at nothing.”
Setting the bag on the counter, he moved to stand behind her, bent his head, and kissed her temple. His breathing grew labored as he inhaled the fragrant blend of Shalimar and aroused woman. “Are you wet?”
She sucked in her cheeks and nodded, and he studied her reflection in the windowpane. Her eyes dominated her face, she snagged her lower lip with a tooth, and their gazes met.
“Show me,” he ordered, his voice gruff and hoarse.
Her eyebrows climbed. “How?” she whispered.
“Take my hand and show me. Let me feel how wet and creamy you are for me.”
“Oh.” The tip of her tongue flicked across the seam of her mouth.
Sax groaned. He dared not touch her, too close to climax to risk contact.
“Unbutton your blouse,” he directed.
She made as if to twist around to face him. “No. I want you to watch yourself.”
One by one she slipped the buttons loose, her gaze locked on to his in the window’s reflection.
“Unclip your bra.”
The jeans pinched his balls when her breasts sprang free of the confining undergarment. The red lace curled around the undersides of the firm, jutting mounds.
“Sax?” Her nostrils flared.
She rested the pads of her fingers on her puckered nipples.
“Pull on them.”
Using her thumb and forefinger, she tugged on the taut points and emitted a low, breathy purr. Sax fastened their eyes together in their reflected image of the glass. “Offer me one.”
Cupping her right breast, she lifted the mound and tiptoed.
“Mine,” he growled before leaning over to latch on to her sweet flesh, and he drew hard, scraping his teeth and laving the whole areola in his mouth. She gasped when he sawed the tip, and her ass rubbed his aching cock. He fit himself against her, pressing her against the cabinet.
“Sax,” she whimpered. “I want. Omigod. Omigod.”
When he moved to her other breast, she squirmed to the side, but he penned her, keeping her caged between his groin and the wood. He released her mound, suckling the nipple to the tip, and then nipped. She cried out his name.
“Show me now. Show me how creamy you are.” His testicles were contracted so tight he thought they would implode.
She fumbled with the belt, then the top button of her pants, and yanked down the zipper. Wriggling her hips, she tried to snake the garment past her hips.
“Stop. Show me now.”
“Omigod,” she mewled, grabbing his hand and then shoving his fingers down the front of her thong. Her thighs shook when he slid his thumb over her clit.
“Breast,” he demanded.
When she presented him with her tit, he opened his mouth and took possession, licking and nibbling and drawing the turgid nipple while he slipped one finger into her, then another, and yet another, fucking her faster and faster as her labored breathing quickened. He reached around to her left breast, and when he squeezed the tip, her pussy clenched. He ground his thumb on her swollen nubbin, and she dissolved, arching into his hands. “Omigod, omigod. Ohhhh.”
Sax caught her around the waist when she went limp in his arms. “Hold on to the counter,” he commanded. Dropping to one knee he dragged her trousers and the thong off, helping her to step out of the pants legs. He hauled the step stool his housekeeper used to reach high shelves over and set her foot on it. His face inches from her wet and slick folds, totally intoxicated by her spice, Sax shrugged out of his clothes and stood.
“Keep your hands on the counter.”
He caged her in again, his hands on the outsides of hers. His prick wept precum on her ass, wetting the crease and making the plump cheeks slippery. He bit the cusp of her shoulder and fondled her breasts, tugging on the distended tips.
“Put me inside,” he growled, sliding his cock between her thighs.
Sticking her butt out, she reached down and curled both hands around the crown of his prick.
He groaned when her pussy rimmed him, the spasming walls sucking at the head. She tiptoed, and his prick sank into her sex. The walls of her pussy convulsed and strained and tightened around his cock, the burning heat gripping him too potently for him to hold back a second longer.
Series Name: Hades Squad, Book #2
Publisher Link: http://www.loose-id.com
Available at: Amazon, ARe, Barnes & Noble
Genre: Erotic, multicultural, contemporary suspense: m/f
Word Count: 64,091
Hope you enjoy!