Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Hunter Becomes The Hunted in Bounty, an Erotic #ParanormalRomance

Peeking inside the delicious collection of erotic short stories at Bounty--story 2--in Daydreams. He's a bounty hunter hot on the trail of jewel thief who's ditched bail...but little does he know that she's a witch who's playing a game with him. The hunter becomes the hunted in an erotic twist of wits in Dakota Skye's Bounty. 

An excerpt...18+ content

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I can't believe I'm chasing a black cat. He exhaled a long sigh and shook his head with disgust over his level of desperation. 

With an eeny-meeny-miney-mo level of decision-making, he chose the one to the left—the dark, empty looking one—and jumped onboard as silently as possible. Creeping low, he found the door on the stern that led inside, pulled on the handle, and frowned when it was open. 

This could be another trap, he thought briefly before dismissing the idea. Why would she assume he'd follow a cat? No one in their right mind...

He froze at the menacing click in the otherwise silent boat.

"Hands up. Turn around. Slowly. No tricks."

He'd know that voice anywhere. 

He complied and smiled when he came face-to-face with his prey. 

She held a gun, but it trembled in her hands. She'd changed into a black dress with a zipper going across her chest diagonally from left shoulder to right hip. Black hair partially covered her face illuminated by the outside light. 

"You're not going to shoot me. That's not your style," he said softly. 

"There's a first time for everything." She frowned, her confidence from earlier slipping. She used both hands to try to control the shaking gun. "How did you find me?"

"Finding people is a specialty of mine." 

She gritted her teeth and motioned for him to step further into the room. 

"Why didn't you take your gifts and go?"

"The bigger question is why are you giving me gifts in the first place? I can't be bribed."

They circled around the small space—her holding a gun in her trembling hands and him raising his hands out to his sides. 

"You're alone. Always."

"So are you, what's your point?"

"Go to hell, Jakey."

Round and round they went. He kept his gaze locked on the gun while trying to figure out what she was trying to say. 

"I can't be bribed," he said again.

"Never assumed you could. Can't a gift just be a gift? No strings attached?"

"Not from you." 

"Such a cynic."

"Side-effect of the job."

"You should come to my side. I'm the eternal optimist—no limits, no rules. This situation is unexpected, but I'm confident I'll be leaving you behind tonight, Jake. Optimism. Give it a try."

Taking a chance that she wouldn't accidentally shoot him, he lunged forward and grabbed her wrists. The gun dropped almost immediately, but she fought back using her high heels, claws, and teeth. 

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the ground. 

He pushed her face into the carpet, grabbed her wrists, and searched his back pockets for the handcuffs he hoped like hell he'd remembered to bring. Still she kicked and writhed beneath him, a wild woman with nothing to lose, fighting him until he had her hands secured behind her waist. 

"Stop it. I've got you and I'm not letting you go."

"I'll let you think that." She twisted her head and peered at him through a veil of black hair and shadows. 

Tired of this bullshit day, he rolled off of her and panted at the ceiling. He needed a minute to relish the victory. 

She wiggled until on her knees. "I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you."

"No? Meeting Carl? Or some other accomplice?" 

"You don't have me."

"Yes, sweetheart, I do." He moved to turn on a light so he could get a good look at her. 

He could barely believe that he'd finally won. 

Her chest heaved; hair fell across her face, revealing only one green eye that flashed menacingly at him, high cheekbones led to a full mouth that remained unsmiling at his perusal. 

He knew now was the time to call in the Feds, deliver her to an agent, and go home to collect his fat paycheck. 

But he couldn't quite find the motivation to do that. 

"How'd you manage to get bail in the first place?" he asked. 

"My secrets are for no one else's ears." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glared at him from half-closed eyes. 

"Why did you set me up? I wouldn't have known how close I was if you hadn't. You could have just sailed off into the sunset without me being the wiser. Why this game?" He straightened his legs out in front of him, still on the floor, and watched her gaze skim over him. 

"I already told you that. I wanted my goodbye to be memorable." She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze roaming over his body. 

"How do you travel around with a cat? A pet of any kind? Doesn't that make being on the run difficult?" 

He sighed at her continued silence. 

"Were you really leaving town tonight or was that whole stunt this afternoon purely for your enjoyment?"

When the corners of her mouth turned upward in a barely there smile, he answered with a grin of his own. His lingered on that mouth of hers and wondered what it would feel like sucking his cock. Of course, that would violate any ethics he had left. 

"You were talkative when our positions were reversed, now you're mute. Interesting." He tapped his fingers on the floor next to his hip. He wanted answers, damn it. After following her all over the country for two months, he needed them. 

She scooted forward on her knees and further into the light. She leaned forward, her hair tickling the side of his face and whispered, "We have a few hours to play, Jake. Isn't that what you really crave? My body, my lips, my hands, my heat?" 

He gulped and leaned his head away from hers until he could look her in the eye. "Seduction won't change how this ends."

"I know." She sat back on her heels. "Why have I been toying with you all this time, Jake? Because I want what you want." 

He knew that this had to be another one of her manipulations, yet his cock twitched in response to the suggestion. 

"Do you ever stop lying?"

"The key to a successful con is to always mix in some truth."

He decided to test the dare by reaching out and grabbing the top of the zipper on her left shoulder. "Is this what you want me to do?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Isn't it what you want to do?"

Oh, hell, yes, it was. He'd fantasized about it ever since she'd skipped out on him in Denver—allegedly with a half-million dollars worth of stolen jewels. 

He pulled down the zipper, telling himself that he was simply testing her but knowing he wanted to fuck. The idea of her willing and hot beneath him boiled his blood. 

Zzzzzzip---the sound ripped through the silence. 

The sight of her full breasts above the bra removed any trace of self-control. He pushed the dress open and skimmed his fingers over the fleshy curves. Her nipples pointed out from the lace. He brushed his thumb over them and heard her gasp. 

"You really do want this, don't you?" he asked, sliding his gaze to hers. 

She answered by leaning forward and sweeping her lips across his. 

He pushed the dress down her arms, exposing her chest even more, reached under the fabric and unsnapped her bra. He wanted her tits in his mouth. Ached to roll his tongue over the hard nipples.

She crawled over his lap, straddled him, and grinned. The hem of her dress rose up her hips. 

Keep reading Bounty from the short story collection, Daydreams


 
-->Daydreams, moments of what-ifs and possibility.

Imagine...a ghostly mariner haunting the shores of Ireland who reminds a lonely woman how beautiful life is...a bounty hunter who gets more than he bargained for with his bail-jumping witch of a jewel thief...and a bar owner who discovers the joy of being loved by two other-worldly visitors trapped in a desperate situation...Daydreams, a collection of paranormal erotic short stories.

Escape the madness of the world, indulge your naughty side, and lose yourself in fantasy.

**sexually explicit, paranormal, and some dark themes**


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