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Field Of Desire ID #3423
About This Book Beautiful Spirit wants nothing more than to lay in Anthony's arms forever. A mysterious and dark past threatens the dream, and she finds herself wondering if the truth should be told or if she should forget everything she and her handsome lover shared and run. Anthony realized the golden-haired woman he loves is keeping something from him. What was Spirit hiding from him, and why? He adored her, but could his instincts be cast aside? Could he win her trust? Follow Spirit and Anthony from the "field of desire" to find out if their love was meant to be or is ill-fated. Read An Excerpt Spirit wondered how long it would be before the tall, raven-haired man she loved would arrive, her mind drifting back to the first time they had encountered as she gazed into the starlit sky while playing with her love's prized Collies, Roxie and King. It had been nearly five years ago when Anthony had first laid claim to her body. She'd been rescued from the razor sharp blades of the combine while she'd been exploring the same wheat field where she now awaited him. She thanked God for that near fatality, thanked Him that she had been here that third week in June at harvesting time. Spirit remembered how Anthony had sprang before her just in the nick of time, just before she'd been shredded into ribbons. That encounter had resulted in friendship, and then something so much more, something so fulfilling and erotically sinful that it made her quiver just thinking about it. Anthony's hard body had rolled atop hers when he'd shoved her to the ground in an effort to prevent her from coming to harm. It was then that she had been introduced to the man who fulfilled her every fantasy and desire, she mused dreamily. So lost in thought was she that she did not hear his approach, failed to recognize the manly scent that always served to make her heart race and her body melt. How long he had been there before finally making his presence known she did not know, only that he was now here. His dark eyes fused with hers, and not a single word said as they merely gazed at one another for several long moments. "Been here long, sugar?" he inquired, a mischievous twinkle noted in his piercing eyes as they roamed her small frame from head to toe. "Seems like an eternity," she whispered, brushing a strand of her honey-colored hair from her face as a light breeze toyed with the silky tresses, "It always seems like forever when I'm waiting for you to ... well, you know." Anthony laughed heartily as he eyed the pretty woman; his trophy, so to speak. Wearing a white peasant skirt and a pink halter top, Spirit was more than appealing to the eye, he thought, a boyish grin coming to his lips when he thought of what was soon to come. Her deep blue eyes had captivated him since their first meeting, and he had known right then and there that she would be his in every way, that he would stop at nothing to sweep her into a world she had never known existed. His eyes leaving hers to linger upon the partially bared breasts heaving slightly above the low cut top she wore, he shifted uncomfortably as he felt a sudden tightening in his groin. Just knowing her sensuous mouth would soon be ravaging every inch of his body elevated him to almost the brink of no control. It would be like always, he decided, his eyes fusing with hers again. It would be a slow seduction with an abundance of steamy foreplay before intercourse, the shimmering stars and the warm night breeze caressing their naked flesh before fulfillment. Spirit had become his willing sex slave years ago and he adored the way she referred to him as her fantasy master. Damn, how he wanted to take her now, he thought, again shifting with discomfort when spotting the hardened nipples that seemed to spring out of the pink halter, awaiting his eager mouth. In time ... in time he would take her to the moon and back. Inching his way towards her, Anthony seated himself and leaned forward to plant a thorough kiss upon her moist lips, their tongues dancing to a tune only they shared as he slowly began to divest her of her clothing. His pulse quickened when she pulled the black shirt he wore over his head, then proceeded to unzip his denim trousers. Soon they would have it all, he thought triumphantly. Spirit stroked every inch of the man she viewed as perfect once she had stripped him of his clothing and he of her own. She eyed his flat, muscle-bound chest as her fingers toyed with the tiny nubs there until they were like hardened little stones. Unable to resist the temptation, the golden-haired lovely leaned towards him and kissed each one in turn, her ripe breasts brushing against his warm flesh. Flashing her lover a breathtaking smile, she proceeded to plant fiery kisses there, pausing only long enough to give him an occasional hickey that branded him as her own as he always did her. She yearned to feel him inside her, but knew that he preferred lingering foreplay beforehand. She wasn't about to deprive him of that. She needed it as much as he did. She had allowed him to take her to a fantasy world when they had become lovers, and it was one that had become as vital to her as the air she breathed. Anthony's fingers captured her lengthy tresses as he breathed a small groan of delight. Her hair was as silky to the touch as that of her voluptuous body, and he felt the familiar tugging again as she lavished his chest with warm kisses. Damn, how he longed to say to hell with it and make love to her right then and there, he thought, his gaze never leaving hers for an instant. This demand had been made from the beginning. They were to make eye contact so that every carnal feeling could be relayed, every essence of what was given and taken. She was everything he wanted in a woman. She was beautiful and sensuous, proud and giving, and knew what it took to stir him beyond control. Their interests were similar too. Both were hell-bent and determined not only to be pleased, but to please as well. She was like Kansas wheat that was always ready for harvesting. There was mysteriousness about her too.... something he intended to solve someday. Like her name, she represented freedom of mind and soul. She was his. Spirit. He'd allowed himself to become bewitched with her in every imaginable way. Reviews |
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