After a long hiatus, Pixie Storm is back with a MFM menage featuring men in uniform. It's the first book in the Silver Harbor series.
Out 20 June from Siren Publishing. Read below for an excerpt.
SYNOPSIS:
Deputy
Valery Prince has an unrequited crush on her generally disagreeable, but hot
boss, Sheriff Dane Wentworth. Dane’s doing his best to nurse a broken heart and
trying not to notice Valery, but when sparks fly between Valery and new deputy,
Harley Miller, Dane realizes he has stiff competition and needs to step up
before he loses her for good.
Harley’s
looking for peace and quiet after a traumatic incident on the job left him with
long-lasting scars and Valery has her own reasons for seeking the tranquility
of Silver Harbor. As she draws closer to Harley, and Dane finally begins to
show his true colors, all she knows is, she wants both men, baggage and all and
sharing could be the best thing to happen to all of them.
EXCERPT:
Valery Prince hated the
sheriff of Silver Harbor almost as much as she desired him.
There he was, first
into work as always, lounging against the kitchen counter with a freshly brewed
cup of coffee. Blowing on it, with a scowl on his handsome face because he
wasn’t a morning person. Then again, he wasn’t an afternoon or a night person
either. That scowl sat there most every day and was one of the reasons Valery
hated him.
However, she had never
seen a more handsome man in her life. He had nothing to recommend him apart
from six feet four of hard, worked-out muscle and an angelic face you could
weep over. And sometimes, that felt more than enough.
She wanted him.
Something about him made her liquid to the core. Something about him had made
the desire for him build steadily, relentlessly, to such proportions over the past
year that soon she was afraid she would explode like a volcano, showering the
entire town in molten lava of need. He was going to be the death of her. She
was sure of it.
His massive frame
dominated the kitchen, and just like every morning, she squeezed past him at
eight thirty and stowed her lunch in the fridge. She paused with the door open
and inhaled the spicy, manly scent of him, fresh from the shower. That scent
haunted her dreams. When she went home, she smelled him in her house. She
smelled him in her bed.
She couldn’t help but
glance at him. Dark, almost black hair swept back from his face with styling
products. His granite profile was something from a sculpture, his strong nose,
his full, sulky lips, his closely shaved jaw, and those long, long lashes
veiling stunning turquoise eyes as he peered into his coffee. He made her stomach
tighten as he always did, then her loins. A helpless shudder passed through
her. Christ, if he only knew how many nights she had lain awake, thighs clamped
together, gripping her pillow, little moans of frustration escaping her lips
because she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of touching herself over him.
Not ever. And so, the vicious cycle of desire continued, ratcheting up the
hatred for him, too, because he treated her with disdain if he even
acknowledged her at all.
“Good morning,” she
said. Asshole, she added silently.
He grunted into his
coffee as he always did, rarely uttering a word before ten in the morning, and
turned, leaving her the view of his pert, perfect ass in his uniform pants.
Valery clenched her hands and dug her nails into her palms. She closed her eyes
and counted to ten, willing away the tingle sweeping through her body and the
ache that was for him and him alone.
Twelve months and
counting since she had relocated to Silver Harbor from New York and become a deputy. Twelve long
months of unrequited need that swallowed her whole.
* * * *
Sheriff Dane Wentworth
closed the door to his office and sat at the desk. He swung up his long legs
and crossed his ankles, lounging back in his chair. He cupped his coffee, still
blowing on the steam. He liked to start the day with a brew, but his alone time
in the kitchen was jarred every morning by the arrival of Deputy Valery Prince.
She was going to be the
death of him, he was sure of it.
Sometimes he forgot how
long he had wanted her because it seemed to him as if his desire had always
been there, unrequited for years. He saw her exit the kitchen and walk down the
corridor and wished he had pulled the blinds. That uniform hugged her
voluptuous five-eight figure in all the right ways. He rued the day he had
taken on a female deputy. What was he thinking? Never mind she was good at her
job. She wasn’t good for him.
Her golden hair was
pinned up in a rather unregulated diamante clip, and his gaze lingered on it as
she retreated. Her hair featured in many of his fantasies. He unpinned it,
thrust his hands into it as it cascaded down her back in thick, shining waves,
and she moaned, throwing her head back, so it reached as low as her plump,
round buttocks. In other scenarios, he wound it around his fist and pulled her
head back as he took her on all fours, and she begged for more.
Dane swung his legs
down and pulled his chair closer to the desk. It wouldn’t do for anyone to walk
in and see a raging hard-on outlined in the sheriff’s tight pants. He pulled
some papers to him and tried some deep breathing as he always did, but nothing
worked, not cold showers, not typing up arrest reports, and not him lying on
wrinkled sheets with his cock in his hand night after night.
A voice inside his head
reminded him that it was only this way because he had made it so. Because he
was too scared to make that first step. And besides, even if he did, Valery
clearly hated him, and who could blame her? He’d spent so long giving her the
aloof vibe that she had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. No way would she
ever believe he was interested. He was a master actor, and he had no one to
blame for his own lonely circumstances but himself.