His eyes were
rimmed red when they met mine. "I die inside every time he touches you,
and there's nothing I can do about it. You've made it clear that you're going
to go on with this sham of a marriage, no matter who it hurts in the process.
You lie to everyone, Jordi, including the people you're supposed to love the
most. And I just can't take it anymore. This is not the way I want to live my
life." "I thought I was worth it," I
"You have no idea what you're worth,"
he said softly. "That's the problem." In book #2 of the Fierce saga, Jordi Hemphill
has joined her true love Jace Riga on cross-country tour with Giovanni
Carnevale and Dreaming in Blue. The star-crossed lovers anticipate the freedom
to explore their burgeoning relationship, despite the continued complications
of her ties to her tormentor Eddie Nix and Jace's new standing as a rock icon.
Nothing is as it seems, which make the pairfodder for the rumor mill. Forces
from all directions threaten to tear them apart, but it is Jordi's own
insecurities that drive a wedge between the aspiring diva and her hero. Author Ginger Voight further delves into the key
issues that keep Jordi from defeating her demons once and for all. This
sweeping saga unearths revelations that will rock Jordi's world forever... and
set her on the path to the path to her story's epic conclusion
got to the hotel first, so it was my turn to set the stage for romance. I
ordered an extra dozen roses, to scatter petals across the floor and the bed,
reserving some for the oversized bath. With a grin I unpacked a fragrant bubble
bar and bath bomb from one of my favorite cosmetics companies, along with a
package of tea light candles.
Jace arrived an hour later, he found a path to the bathroom where I waited, up
to my neck in perfumed bubbles, surrounded by a sea of candlelight. Music
played in the background, songs from my MP3 player I had created especially for
our time together.
beautiful,” he said with a lazy grin as he leaned against the doorframe. He
held up a bottle of bubbly. “Thirsty?”
scooted to the edge of the tub, running my hand up his leg. “Hungry,” I said in
a low growl.
chuckled as he uncorked the bottle and handed it to me. I watched him peel his
shirt from his lithe body, tossing it over in a dark corner. Our eyes met and
locked as he unzipped his jeans, sliding them easily over his hips and kicking
them free. He sat on the edge of the tub to remove his artificial leg and
dressing, then swung easily over to join me in the warm water.
wasted no time in pulling me to him for a deep, hungry kiss. His hands slid
across my wet, bubble-covered skin, all the way down my back until he cupped my
ass and lifted me toward his lap. “God, I can’t believe it’s really you,” he
said against my mouth. “We’re really here. Alone.”
nodded with an incoherent moan. I wanted him so badly I ached. I explored his
mouth liberally with my tongue as my hands drifted down his muscular torso and
across his taunt stomach. When my fingers dipped lower, cupping him in an eager
little grasp, he sucked in a sharp breath. He grew hard in my hand as I stroked
him under the water.
naughty little girl,” he playfully growled into my neck. “You’re not wasting
want you,” I said simply.
tilted his head to look at me. His hand traced the curve of my face. “I need
you,” he confessed as he tugged my hair free from the pins holding it up away
from the water. “I can’t breathe without you, Jordi.”
rewarded him with another kiss as I straddled him. His fingers dug into my hips
as I ground against him, savoring how hard he was for me. I did that…and it
made me feel like a goddess. He watched me gyrate against him, his eyes on the
body I hid from the world. Yet he thought me beautiful… desirable…perfect.
one of us could speak as I slid him inside of me. He opened me with his hard
body, resurrecting me with his touch. I held him deep inside of me for a long
moment as I stared into those eyes that had never held one ounce of cruelty or
ridicule. In his eyes I saw amazement and wonder. They were a mirror of
everything I wanted to be.
cupped water in his hand to rinse my torso free from residual bubbles, baring
my body even more for his eyes, his fingers and his mouth. He took one full
breast in his hand, bringing it to his lips. I gasped as he covered the
painfully erect nipple, lapping over it with his tongue, making me shudder all
over. I began to move against him, grinding myself down. My back protested but
I didn’t care. I just needed to feel him inside of me, filling me, making me
captured my lips for another kiss as he guided my hips. I braced against the
tiled wall as we lost ourselves to each other. The ache in me couldn’t be
easily satisfied. I needed him deeper. I wanted him to reach so far inside that
he became a part of me. Our kiss broke but our eyes were locked solid as we
raced together toward the abyss. He toppled blissfully over the edge first, his
hands gripping my shoulders to slam me down on him as he released himself. I
was triumphant as I stared down at him, my hair falling like a curtain across
hand sneaked around my neck as he pulled me for another kiss, while his other
hand slipped in between our bodies. While he was still rigid inside of me, his
finger surrounded my clit, slipping easily along my smooth skin. I gasped in
his mouth. He captured my bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes bore into
mine while he sent me into outer space with his magical fingers. He didn’t stop
until I was screaming from pleasure, my body a quivering mass all around him.
collapsed against the strong wall of his wet chest. It had been a long time
coming, but it was always worth the wait. His heart thundered against my ear as
he cuddled me close. “My Jordi,” he murmured.
About the Author:
Ginger Voight is prolific author, freelance
writer and optioned screenwriter. Her fiction is diverse, with novels like the
edgy, coming-of-age drama DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS, and the fun family adventure
for kids of all ages, COMIC SQUAD.
Having grown up reading different authors like
Danielle Steel and Stephen King, Ginger has always been drawn more to story
than to genre. This shows up in her various stories. Titles such as MY IMMORTAL
and TASTE OF BLOOD are a delicious, heady mix of horror, suspense, and romance.
Genre romance, however, has held a special
place in her heart, ever since she read her first Harlequin novel when she was
only eleven. As a result, Ginger is making a name for herself writing romances
of her own, starring women who look more like the average American woman rather
than those traditionally represented in the size-biased American media. Her
Rubenesque romances were created especially for those heroines with fuller
figures, who can still get the man of their dreams if only they believe they can.
Such titles include UNDER TEXAS SKIES, LOVE PLUS ONE, THE GROUPIE TRILOGY,
FIERCE and PICTURE POSTCARDS.
Ginger was included in the best-selling book
by Smith Magazine NOT QUITE WHAT I WAS PLANNING, featuring her six-word memoir.