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Mask of the Matador
Whiskey Creek
Press Torrid
Ebook ISBN 1-59374-468-4
Print ISBN 1-59374-467-6
Genre:
Sensual/Erotic/Romance
Format: e-Book & Print
Artist Catharine
Brooks, travels to Spain for inspiration and to visit a
friend. With a sudden change of plans, she is cast into
the tempting city of Sevilla, alone and left to her own
devices. Her life takes on a series of unexpected turns
after catching a glimpse of the famed matador in a gold
mask.
Rogelio Cruz, is a strong and powerful matador,
following in the tradition of his well-known family
name. As a man of honor, he spends his time fulfilling
obligations and taking risks. Catharine becomes a risk. |
Together they find little to stand in their way, until a
scandal involving Rogelio puts Catharine’s life in
danger. A ruthless Spanish mob believes she’s a spy, and
their efforts become deadly. Catharine questions whether
she can go from a quiet life in the desert to the daily
perils of a famous matador, where violence is an art.
Reviews
TRS Blue - 4
Hearts
"...takes the reader on a trip to Spain...very well written and the
reader will find it hard to put down." ~ Reviewer Maura
4 Stars - JERR
"...realistic look into one woman's growth from timid creature to a
self-assured woman." ~ Reviewer: Francesca
Love Romances - 4 Hearts
"...well written tale of impassioned love and thrilling
adventures...descriptions are brilliantly rich and descriptively
lush." ~ Reviewer-Janalee
Excerpt
Rogelio picked
her up and sat her on the edge of the bed. He knelt and pressed her
thighs slightly apart. He ran his hands along her stockings,
positioning himself firmly between her legs, with his face only an
inch away from her exposed sex.
“I crave the taste of you, Catharine. May I?”
She nodded her head, unable to form any words.
The contact sent her through the roof. She slid her hands back a
little along the sheets, and threw back her head, arching herself
closer to him. His fingers splayed and opened her sex, sending a
shiver through her body. She held her breath as she waited for the
first touch of his lips. He dabbled among the tufts of her pubic
hair, grazing along her damp inner folds. Wider he stretched her
opening, his breath hot and arousing. The moment she felt the tip of
his tongue delve between her folds, she gasped, accompanied by a
series of uncontrollable spasms. Catharine felt like it was her
first time all over again, or at least it was her first time making
love.
Two fingers escorted his tongue further, and he ventured up along to
her swollen nub, lavishing her throbbing muscle as he had with her
nipples. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes; the pleasure was
exquisitely intense, almost too overwhelming. No man had ever taken
such care to tend to her needs first. She wrapped her legs around
his head and laid back, the swell of her buttocks resting along the
edge of the bed. His lips, tongue, and fingers descended between her
sopping contours, sliding in and out, slow, then fast, working
together in a seductive melody. She reached down and stroked his
hair.
“Come up.”
He stood and she moved up along the bed until her head rested on the
pillow. His member was hard against her thigh as he lay upon her,
kissing her, sharing the saccharine taste of her sex.
“I want you inside me.”
“Did you know there is much about lovemaking that goes hand in hand
with bullfighting?”
She laughed and then realized he was being serious.
“I must watch, observe, and listen, taking my time, and never
rushing. I need to know where you are at all times, anticipate what
your next move will be, and then I need to get as close as
possible.”
“But in bullfighting, you pull away at the last moment.”
It was his turn to laugh. “That’s where the similarities end.”
Rogelio sat up and rested her right leg upon his shoulder. Carefully
he slipped his fingers underneath the top part of her stocking and
slid it down, pulling it off her foot. He kissed her ankle, then
turned and did the same with the left. Taking both her hands, he
wrapped her stocking around her wrists and tied the other end to the
bedpost.
She resisted the insecurities and fear. With anyone else she would
have screamed, and begged to be untied. But Rogelio was different.
The look in his eyes told her what she needed to know, to find
comfort, and trust. This wasn’t about control. She was part of the
art of his lovemaking.
“I tied them loosely. At any time, your hands can be freed.” His
words were whispers between gentle nips at her neck.
Part of her wished he hadn’t told her, but it only made her trust
him more.
His lips trailed down the sides of her neck, over the rise of her
collarbones, and he spent extra time roaming her breasts. Her body
was on fire and she had a ravenous need for him to plunge between
her legs. His movements were slow, and only furthered her fervid
desires.
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