J.C. Clarke: Consenting Hearts

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TITLE – Consenting Hearts ~ A Very Special Valentine SERIES (& Book #) – Stand Alone AUTHOR – Muffy Wilson GENRE – Romance Military Erotica PUBLICATION DATE – 2.14.2016 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 51 pages EDITOR: John Hudspith - www.John Hudspith.com.uk PUBLISHER – Muffy Wilson Books COVER ARTIST – Kellie Dennis ~ Book Covers by Design - www.bookcoverbydesign.com.uk PROMOTION PRICE: 99c Consenting Hearts - Black Divider

Just as we cannot live without dreams, we cannot live without love. Love is not found, for love is truly blind. Lovers do not meet for they dwell inside of one another until the the moment a whisper ignites the heart and a kiss touches the soul.

And we call that the beginning...of life.

And on Valentine's Day, what better way to lay tribute to love and lovers than with a love story that just happens--not on purpose, not by design, not by any other intention than to live life and love without boundaries? To fly limitless into the arms of someone who completes your soul—gives one wings.

Nothing can stop the power of love between a man and a woman. Consenting Hearts - Gold Divider

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She told him what she had done to herself in the ladies’ room, the slight smell of vodka and lemons on her breath escaping from full, ruby lips as he watched them move with each word and syllable. He was getting hard again; she could see the bulge in his pants. She described in detail exactly what she had done, how she felt and how it had made her feel when she emerged from the ladies’ room: strong, powerful, in control—hot. She leaned in closer and whispered into his ear. “I am so tempted to guide your hand up to the wet desire you caused between my thighs.” His bulge was quite obviously rock hard, as he no doubt remembered when she’d returned from the ladies’ room but in earnest at her seductive suggestion… “I would be less than an officer and a gentleman if I didn’t oblige. I must confess,” Dylan said, “I thought I smelled the fragrance of sex on you, and you made me hard as steel—Navy steel hard…Jesus, Sailie…” Ordinarily, a comment like that would have brought some chuckles but the two of them were dead serious, staring into one another’s hungry eyes. “Last call for alcohol. You don’t hafta go home; you just gotta go. You can’t stay here,” the bartender hollered interrupting their locked gaze. People started to shuffle around them gathering their things, collecting their coats and umbrellas, leaving. Sailie and Dylan had just gotten fresh drinks, so they had a few minutes to whisper and touch before they would have to join the others and leave. Shortly, the bartender started turning on lights and flashing them dim to high. That was the universal message that before too long, they would stay on. Sailie and Dylan were unconcerned. They had nothing but one another in their shared look. And Sailie thought of the torch singer. The piano player stood, looked at Sailie and blew out the candle on her piano. In the flicker of the burning light, Sailie saw the invitation. Dylan broke his gaze, stood and took Sailie’s elbow. “We’d better leave before they have us arrested,” he said. And they smiled, knowingly, at one another. Sailie was hoping there would be better reasons ahead to get them both arrested. “Wait. Do you mind if I give my friend, Meesa, a ride home?” “Meesa?” Disappointment hung on his voice. “The piano player.” “Oh…no, of course not. But, I have a small car.” “No problem. I mean, would you like to have a nightcap at my house? I’ll ride with you and Meesa can bring my car when she is finished here. She doesn’t have one. You don’t mind, do you?” What could he say sporting that hard-on? “No, I mean yes! I would love to come have a drink at your house and no, I don’t mind if she brings your car. I didn’t realize you were friends.” “Well, yes, we’ve been friends for a little while. I’ll explain later. Let me give her the keys.” As they rose to go, Sailie broke away from the man who had held her attention the entire night to the woman that held it now. She bent to the young woman’s ear as she slipped a twenty into the bountiful brandy snifter and inhaled the lavender fragrance she remembered so swell. Her aroma sent an electric bolt to the moist center of Sailie’s desire.

“Come to my house when you are finished, won’t you?” “Yes, of course, I will. I’ve been watching you all night, both of you, but then you knew that,” the long-legged blond with the soft fingertips answered matter-of-factly. “Here are my keys. We’ll have a drink. You will come, promise? Do you remember how to get there?” “Of course, I said I will, Sailie. I’ll be here awhile cleaning up, but I should be there in about an hour. And yes, I remember how to get there. It hasn’t been that long—just last night.” “You don’t mind him, too, do you?” “Mind? Oh, lord Sailie, no. Are you fucking kidding? He’s gorgeous. And you look absolutely radiant. Is that an iridescent blush on your cheeks? You look beautiful.” “Thank you, sugar. No, it’s not blush but excitement and a little bit of cum. See ya at my house.” Sailie kissed her ear, the twenty safely tucked in the snifter, sucked her earlobe into her mouth with a little flick of her tongue and turned to the man that had her mojo melting. “Come on, Dylan. Are you ready to go? I’ll ride with you to my house.” “Ah, sure, Sailie. You, ah…you, ah, you kissed her…?” “Yes,” Sailie turned and wiggled a wave to Meesa. “We’re close.” “Oh, well, then…”

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Muffy, author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books, writing and education.

Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy dabbles in real estate, writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.

~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion