About
Kelsie Belle
Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and
teacher are just a few. But the erotic romance writer hat is by far her
favorite. She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her
characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life
in her head every day. She’s been writing down her sweet romances ever since
she was a teenager but in her early twenties, Ms. Belle became interested in
erotic romance novels and her own stories took a turn for the sensual since
then.
Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers
herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction
and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A
caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always
on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.
Kelsie Belle's Latest Release:
Running from a past that threatens to haunt her for
the rest of her life, Rayne Carrington finds herself in Eden’s Ridge by chance.
She promptly makes the tiny, serene town her home and finally finds some
semblance of peace. Six months later, she encounters a dangerously alluring
stranger, who turns her world upside down with his mere presence. Soon she is
caught in a web of temptation that is too overpowering to deny. But how does
she handle a man who is hell bent on resisting her at all cost?
Christian Stockwell returned to his hometown of
Eden’s Ridge, to find a beautiful stranger living under his roof. He is
instantly bewitched by her loveliness but he knows that he cannot allow himself
to have her. He struggles to rein in the lust he feels for her but how long
will he be able to resist such sweetness? It won’t be long before he must
surrender to sweet serendipity.
Story
Excerpt
Rinsing off quickly, Rayne reached for
her towel as she stepped out of the shower, toweling the moisture from her hair
and skin vigorously. She wrapped the large, soft towel around her slender body
and went about brushing her teeth. Finally satisfied that she was good and
clean, she reached for the handle of the door and swung it open.
Suddenly she was staring down the barrel
of a handgun and a hard, cold voice grated, “Don’t move, motherfucker.”
The scream that ripped from Rayne’s
lungs was almost deafening, even to her own ears. Terror coursed through her
body as she stood rooted to the spot, clutching the towel to her chest, eyes
huge like satellites in her stricken face, screaming like a banshee.
“What the fuck? Cut it out! Jesus
Christ, you could wake the dead with that thing!”
The sound of the voice coming from
behind the gun brought her screaming to an abrupt halt. The stranger lowered
his gun and her eyes jerked up to meet his. Another jolt of shock ripped
through Rayne at the sight of his face. She was pretty darn sure that she had
never seen this man before. She surely would never forget such a beautiful
face.
He had jet black hair, cropped
moderately short on his head, the top slightly higher and arranged in random
spikes. His eyes were a deep blue or rather violet. They were so dark, they
appeared almost black. He sported a five o’clock shadow along his strong
jawline that enhanced his rugged edge, making him look almost too delectable
for words. Her breath caught painfully and she swallowed hard as a totally
unexpected yearning swelled in her nether regions. Strangely, she felt no fear
now, but her interest was definitely piqued. Who was this beautiful stranger
and what the hell was he doing here?
“Okay, who the fuck are you and what are
you doing in my house?” he clipped, and Rayne almost smiled at the irony
highlighted by his words—it would seem her stranger could read minds.
“Don’t you think you’re stealing my
line?” she asked sassily when she finally found her voice. “Last I checked you broke into my house while I was taking a shower in my bathroom!”
Christian’s eyes narrowed slightly and
he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t break in…I have a key. This. Is. My.
House,” he bit out, annoyance radiating from his every pore.
“There must be some mistake then.
Because this is my house, I’ve lived
here for almost six months now,” Rayne told him, her brows creasing with
bewilderment.
Christian tucked the gun in the back of
his jeans and folded his arms. Legs braced apart and eyes narrowed, he studied
her. “Hold on, you trying to tell me you bought my house? Without me knowing
about it? Not possible lady, try again.”
“I didn’t buy it. I have a lease…one
year. Well there’s only about half of that left now but I do plan on renewing
it when the time comes. I have a contract and everything. Feel free to look at
it if you want,” she responded matter-of-factly, folding her arms saucily.
“Besides, this can’t be your house. I leased it from the owner, Isabelle
Sutherland.”
Rayne was hard-pressed to note the
comedy of the situation. She was standing in her bathroom doorway, naked
beneath the towel wrapped around her body, her hair dripping rivulets onto the
wooden floor and arguing property rights with a complete stranger who had just
pulled a gun on her. Downright hilarious. “Aunt Belle!” Christian muttered,
more to himself than to her. “Leave it to you to do something like this.” He
shook his head in exasperation.
“You know her?” Rayne asked, her brows
knitting again.
“Like I said, she’s my Aunt Isabelle. My mother’s younger
sister and caretaker of my house,” he
responded drily.
“Oh! Oh wow…” Her eyes popped wide,
forming saucers in her face, and her mouth forming a huge, dubious O. So that
would mean she had leased a house from a woman who was not the actual owner of
said house? Yikes!
It took her several seconds to regain
her composure enough to reply, “I had no idea. I mean she never said anything
about…Oh wow!”
Christian folded his arms across his
solid chest and he cocked his head, observing her for a long moment. Rayne
tried not to squirm under his intense scrutiny but she could feel beads of
sweat begin to form on her forehead despite her best efforts.
Finally he extended his hand, giving her
a devastating smile, though it didn’t quite spread to his hard, dark eyes.
“Christian Stockwell. That would make you…?”
“Ah, I’m Rayne…I mean, Mackenzie
Carrington. But Rayne is fine, I prefer Rayne…” She swallowed hard against the
lump suddenly forming in her throat.
Christian’s lips curled in a cocky smile
and he gave a slight nod. “Rayne it is then,” he said slowly, the words rolling
off his tongue in a low seductive drawl. She took his proffered hand, surprised
by how large and strong it was. Long fingers enveloped her much smaller ones,
sending an unfamiliar tingle running up her arm. Startled by the sensation, she
quickly pulled her hand way.
Adult
Excerpt
“Do you want to know how many women I’ve
been with, Rayne?” he asked her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
She whimpered and looked up at him with wary eyes, shaking her head slowly.
“Good…’cause I really couldn’t tell you.
And that’s because I have no fucking clue, sweetheart. It would’ve been
impossible for me to keep track of them all.” Christian’s words were
deliberately harsh and he was grimly satisfied when he noted her discomfited
wince in response.
He continued, determined to press home
his point. “At the risk of sounding like a total asshole, I’m letting you know
that I’ve been with so many women, I can’t possibly remember all their names or
their faces. Women of all ages and races. Women from all walks of life.” He
watched the play of emotions tarnishing her features as he spoke, satisfied
that he was getting under her skin when she twisted uncomfortably in her seat.
“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or
almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside
my field of experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles
rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you
think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been
banging every guy that crosses my path…”
“But
I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent
is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles
rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you
think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been
banging every guy that crosses my path…”
Christian pressed a finger to her lips
to silence her flow of venom. “Shhh. Just listen to me. I’m giving you an out
here…take it. I’ve told you before to stay away from me—that was for your own
good. If you take my advice, we can just go on about our business from here,
pretending this morning never happened.”
Rayne’s chin jutted up in defiance and
she rose from her seat so that her luscious body pressed up against his hard
muscled frame, causing his cock to jump with delight. “What if that’s not what
I want?” she whispered, licking her lips. “What if I want you to show me what
it’s like to not be so sweet and
innocent?”
Christian squeezed his eyes shut to
block out the tantalizing image of her soft pink tongue wetting those full,
perfect lips and groaned. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he told her through gritted
teeth. “’Cause right now I’m about a heartbeat away from spreading you across
this goddamn countertop and fucking you till you can’t see straight!”
Rayne whimpered softly and her eyes
turned to liquid fire. In one swift motion she stretched up and pressed her
lips to his in a hot openmouthed kiss. Startled, Christian was powerless to
resist her. His lips parted involuntarily and his tongue thrust out to engage
in a primitive dance with hers. Her delicate hands slid around his waist,
pulling his hips closer so that his pulsing, needy cock lodged fully against
the jutting mound of her cleft.
Her dress rode up around her hips as
they kissed ardently, and the heat from her thinly covered sex almost brought
him to his knees. Dragging his lips from hers, he pushed the dress up further
so it bunched around her waist before grabbing her small waist and lifting her
up unto the countertop. “Innocent my ass, you’re a fucking minx!” He growled
almost angrily, planting hot kisses just below her breasts and on her taut
stomach. His lips traveled even further down to where he could smell her potent
desire for him.
Her fingers jammed in his hair and she
gripped his head firmly, writhing with pleasure under his touch. “Oh hell,
Christian…God, I need you!”
Her words fueled the fire coursing
through his loins and he grabbed both her legs, pushing them up until her knees
were fully bent and her feet rested on the counter beside her. Her soaked
crotch was now deliciously spread out before him.
“Fuck, you smell fantastic…goddammit! I
bet you taste like sin.” He growled, then ripped the seat of her panties aside
so he could clasp his mouth over her hot, wet cunt.
“Ahhh…mmm…Oh God!” Rayne’s hands
released his head to grip the edge of the counter, balancing herself as
Christian devoured her pussy like a hungry beast.
He ran his tongue through the slick
folds of her cunt, licking up her leaking juices. He slid his tongue along the
slit repeatedly, back and forth, back and forth until she cried out, hips
bucking up to meet his mouth. His tongue darted inside her opening, undulating
briskly before he turned his attention to her jutting clit. His mouth closed
over the nub, sucking hard and Rayne’s hands immediately came up to clutch his
shoulders, fingers sinking into his flesh as she ground her hips into his
mouth.
“Oh God…Oh God…Oh my God! Yes!” she panted.
She leaned back and spread her hands
flat on the counter behind her, opening herself even more to his greedy mouth.
Christian reached between her legs to sink two fingers into her sopping cunt
and began to lick her clit in swift, steady strokes of his tongue while his
expert fingers worked her over.
As the first convulsive clench of her
tight pussy walls gripped his fingers, the doorbell rang. He froze for a
fraction of a second, before continuing to lick at her clit, pumping his
fingers in and out of her hole. By the time the bell rang a second time,
Rayne’s hips were bucking uncontrollably, her pussy clenching in vicious spasms
as she came with the force of a fucking freight train on his face.
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