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RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. :: * * * E-BOOKS :: SECOND NATURE • CAMEO BROWN (e-Book)
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SECOND NATURE by Cameo Brown Copyright © CAMEO BROWN, 2008 All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. To My Reader Have you ever wondered what it would be like to make love in a forest? I did, and Second Nature is the result. Stubborn Claret really needs someone to tame her impulsive ways, and proud, sexy Graham is just the nature spirit to do it. I hope you enjoy their battle of wills! EXCERPT FROM SECOND NATURE "Claret, wait," Graham commanded. She turned to face him, terrified now that they were alone in the parking lot of the restaurant. He must have seen the fear in her eyes, because his face softened and he stepped protectively toward her. "I won’t hurt you…," he began. "You’re damn right there, buddy," she spat and stomped on his foot. A howl of pain and surprise burst out as Graham dropped deftly to his knee and grabbed his foot. Claret knew she should move, but she didn’t. Any other man would have doubled over or hopped around or something—maybe even hit her—but Graham looked like a knight kneeling before a queen, except he was furiously rubbing his foot and breathing profanity. That howl had sounded as if it came straight from the wild. An odd feeling overtook her. She felt a sudden urge to reach down and take Graham’s head in her arms, to hold him to her breasts, to apologize. To give in to his desire. Graham looked up as the last thought passed through her mind, and Claret gulped. Not a very feminine thing to do, but Graham didn’t seem to mind. In one smooth move, he stood and pinned her to her Chevy POS with his hard, muscular body. He was of a commanding height, and held her gaze as his left hand pressed the small of her back toward him, inching her hips next to his. Graham’s right hand slid down her leg in a light caress, finding the hem of her simple A-line skirt and then lifting it with ease. His hand explored her thigh, his fingers gently massaging their way toward the heated curls between them. "We’re… in… the parking lot," Claret managed to rasp as Graham’s fingers slipped into her panties and found her soft curls. She moaned and tried to think of how to resist him. But her body betrayed her as Graham’s finger slid easily between her swollen lips, his gaze still steady and now heated. His heady scent filled her nostrils, a mix of fresh pine and pure, clean spring water. "The world is ours, dearest," he whispered. ABOUT THE AUTHOR CAMEO BROWN Cameo Brown enjoys living in the world of stories, especially the erotic ones, whether reading or writing them. In real life, she lives somewhere just right of the middle of the United States with her totally delectable husband, who still doesn't quite understand why she enjoys sitting at the computer so much, and a passel of temperamental felines who are plotting to take over the world. When not writing, cleaning up hairballs, or making up excuses to dance naked, she loves hearing from her readers and adding new features to her place in cyberspace, www.cafepriapus.com.. Visit her there for an occasional free story or contest opportunity, or drop her a line at cameo@cafepriapus.com to let her know what you would like to see next. ___________________________________________________________ RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. © 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 
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