chance prediction leads to the seductive Ky Ransom and a destiny that could
make—or break—both their hearts.
adopted, Eve Perroni embarks on a quest to find her birth family. A chance
encounter with a mysterious fortune-teller leads her to the Australian bush and
Cavanagh Cottage, the birthplace of her infamous outlaw ancestor. She intends
to research and write the story of her past, but in doing so finds herself in
direct conflict with charismatic developer Kyan Ransom—the very man she has been told will fulfil her heart’s desire
for a future centered around family…if she will just allow herself to love him.
money to get what he wants. Every single time. Can these two souls on a
collision course find the true love that has been predicted, when everything
they are searching for could be snatched away at any moment?
Destiny was first published as part of the
multi-author boxed set, Seduction – One
Fortune at a Time (Cupid Publishing, 2 Sept 2014). This individual novella
edition contains several expanded scenes.
lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance –
mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. She is published with Red Sage and
Breathless Press. In 2011, she embarked on an indie journey with the
publication of her Gods of Love
romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of
body. She couldn’t stop shaking, especially when he stood, grabbed her butt
cheeks and lifted her up in the air, and then straight down onto his waiting
cock. There was no finesse. No delicate prodding to ensure the breach was
gentle. No chance to change her mind. He was big, and she was out of practice,
but the force of his thrust as well as their combined sex fluids aided his
entry. Her eyes widened and she clutched at his shoulders to maintain balance.
His guttural groan, and the pressure of his organ rooted so deep inside her,
ignited little flames within her womb. She wrapped her legs around his hips,
and hooked her ankles together behind his back.
think. Just feel.
table top, their bodies still joined. When he bent to kiss her, she could taste
her own fluids on his lips and tongue. It mingled with his flavor to create a
heady aphrodisiac that ramped up her need ten-fold. She sucked in his tongue,
forcing it deep in a parody of what they were already doing. He moaned down in
his throat with a vulnerable sound that she swallowed into oblivion.
than she’d ever felt, and she broke off the kiss to release her own pent-up
moans. “Ky.” She couldn’t say anything beyond his name. There was so much going
on, not only physically but in her mind and her soul. It’s too much. All she could do was go with this moment, let him
fuck her, until there was nothing left but this gorgeous creature hammering
into her body with a force that rasped the flesh of her back along the wooden
table. Pain. Pleasure. Up and down. Over and over. Pounding. Grunting.
could feel it in his limbs. His eyes were so dark with hunger they were close
to black. His hands clamped around her wrists and imprisoned her arms somewhere
above her head. “You’re incredible.”
out. “Lying here.”
table.” He pounded again and she dug her heels into his ass cheeks, trying to
force him deeper still. “I can smell your need. I can see it in your face.”
them. “I can smell it too.” She wanted to touch him, to explore the straining
muscles of his body as he continued to move, but he wouldn’t let go of her
wrists. She groaned and fisted her hands. “Let me…I can’t…oh please, help me
forget, Ky. I don’t want to feel anything except you.”
her body and was encouraging her to do and say things that were not of her own
free will. Part of her stayed separate from the raging need, watching with a
sense of dismay as she gave up her body to his. Not him. Not here, and not like this.