Burning Hunger is book #3 of the Evans brother’s trilogy. Book #1 is A Perfect Fit, and book #2 is Surrender to Desire. All are stand alone, erotic romances that take place in Texas. Books one and two have curvy heroines.
They say that opposites attract but Val and Chaz are equals when it comes to the bedroom. Neither are strangers to one-night stands, and partying hard. But all that’s in the past, and now they’re ready for something more steady, and fulfilling.
They come together out of necessity, and soon give in to temptation, unable to ignore the heat between them. Besides, they both know how the game is played, and what the outcome will be. Only this time, will it be different?
Have they finally met their match?
“I hope you’re happy now.” Val’s soft, slightly amused voice interrupted the silence in the room.
Chaz lifted his head just enough to make eye contact with her. He couldn’t remember feeling so drained after making love. Val was a tigress in bed, unafraid of exposing her needs, or taking what she wanted.
“You’ve wanted to get inside my pants since we met,” she went on to explain when he remained quiet.
Chaz released a snort of laughter. Is she blaming me for this? Well, she was hardly innocent, first flirting with him at the restaurant, and then stripping down to nothing but a lacy thong with her door wide open. And unless he’d suddenly become hearing impaired he hadn’t heard the word no pass through her pretty lips once.
Still, her comment didn’t sit well with his sense of fairness. “I think we were both mutually satisfied, and one of us twice.” he pointed out. “All you had to do to stop me was say the word, no.”
“Would that have stopped you? You were going at it like a rutting bull.”
“What does a city girl like you know about rutting bulls?” He asked her with growing amusement. “Next time I fuck you I’ll take you from behind, standing, and give you a taste of how a bull takes his females.”
Her pretty mouth dropped open, and a spark of anger filled her eyes. Chaz was so busy running his gaze over her face that he didn’t see her move. The next thing he knew her palm was making contact with the side of his face. The sound of her slap echoed through-out the room.
She tried it again, only this time he was prepared and stopped her hand in mid-air. Laughing in the face of her anger, Chaz pulled her on top of him and lay back against the bed.
“You should never taunt an angry woman,” she said, squirming. “And what makes you think that there will be next time?” Her tone clearly said it would be over her dead body.
“You’re only saying that now because you just climaxed.” He easily held her, enjoying the luscious feel of her nakedness against him. “I bet it wouldn’t take me long to have you begging me to fuck you again.” Chaz leaned forward, and locked his mouth onto hers, surprised at the renewed lust speeding through his blood.
Everything about the tall, well-endowed beauty appealed to his libido. He pried her soft mouth open with his tongue, and entered the warm, sweet cavern, exploring her slick walls while swallowing her moans. After satisfying himself he moved his mouth down her chin.
“You’ll be very disappointed,” she gasped, raising her chin as he kissed his way down her throat. “I can be very stubborn.”
“So can I.” When he wanted something he didn’t give up. “And I’ve always liked a good challenge.”
She tried to pull away but it was a weak effort at best. Chaz grinned around the nipple in his mouth, before rolling it with his tongue as though it was the tastiest of candy.
Val gasped, and shook her head. “Let me go,” she said in a weak tone.
His gut told him that her token protest was for her own benefit. He transferred both of her wrists into one hand so his other could caress her body at his leisure. “So you can slap me again?” He took a plump breast in his palm, fondling and shaping it. Moving on, he trailed his fingertips lightly down Val’s body, causing the flesh beneath his fingers to quiver. “You have such a responsive body, Val.” He tugged at the wet hair between her legs.
“Oh!” she cried out.
“Do you want me to finger your cunt?” Chaz teased her by flicking his finger over her pussy. “Or would you like me to suck your clit until I make you come?”
Tory Richards is the pen name for Debbie Wallace. She’s a daughter, mother, aunt, sister, grandmother, and writer of smut, otherwise called erotic romance. Born in Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. She’s been writing since the age of ten but didn’t get serious about it until her family encouraged her to submit to a publisher. Her first book, Cupid’s Arrow under her real name was on the publisher’s best sellers list for two consecutive months!
Tory likes to travel. She likes sweet iced tea, good coffee, and any kind of sandwich. A couple years ago she retired from the happiest place on earth, Disney, and moved in with her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren. These days she spends her time with family, friends, her four cats, and writing. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org; she loves to hear from readers.-