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Heroes at Heart - A Hero Needed Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 1-4199-0388-8
Genre: Contemporary
Rated e-rotic
Format: e-Book
Series: Heroes At Heart
White picket fence-type, old-fashioned gal needs a man who loves to walk in the rain. Must be well-hung. At least eight-inches long. Two inches thick. Sharp green eyes. Clean-cut. Dark brown, short hair. A homebody, white picket fence-type of guy..Sexual requirements—gentle yet untamed lover. Sexually adventurous who will train to be same. Must be romantic, enjoy sex toys, interested in mutual light bondage, ménages are welcome.
That's what full-figured, antiques shop owner Jenna MacLean comes up with when she and her best friend outline a want ad just for fun on their weekly girls night out. When Jenna's ex-boyfriend, sexy Sully Hero, decides he's the man in her ad, he's going to make all her sizzling-hot fantasies come true.
After several years of being away from curvaceously sexy Jenna MacLean, Sully's back in town and he's determined to get her back into his bed—but he's not going through the traditional romantic route. This time, he'll prove he loves her with help from the notorious Ménage Club, a relationship club designed specifically to get estranged couples back together with the help of a third and sometimes a fourth…in the bedroom.
... sure to melt your clothes to your body ...4! ~Contessa - Romance Junkies
...entertaining...Louisa Christina - Erotic Escapades 5 fallen angels! ~Serena -Fallen Angel Reviews
...need to take ice cold showers...4.5! ~Candy - eCataRomance
...a quick steamy read...4 kisses! ~ Loribelle Hunt - Romance Divas
...explosive finish...4 stars Heat level: O ~ Joy Harrington JERR
...enjoyed...4 stars Heat level: S ~Sunni Farar - JERR
“Jenna MacLean, special delivery.”
Jenna looked up from the day-old blueberry muffin she’d been staring at while reliving the other night’s adventure with Sully to find her best friend Meemee grinning at her from her back room doorway. She wore her professional, homemade courier uniform, tan slacks and a tan shirt with a colorful nametag proclaiming Meemee’s Courier.
Gosh! She’d been so deep in thought, wondering why she hadn’t heard from Sully in the couple of days since their rendezvous on the bar that she hadn’t been aware of the jangle of the bell, signaling someone entering her shop.
“Hey, Meems, what’s up?”
“This.” She held up a small, slender package of about seven-inches long by three-inches thick.
Meemee was an entrepreneur in Hideaway. A jill-of-all-trades. Her self-employment jobs included a taxi service, gardening service, as well as the town’s only courier service. “The sender requests you open it immediately.”
“Who is it from?” Jenna asked when she found no return address on the lightweight item.
“You’ll know when you open the package.”
Oh, really? How intriguing!
Eagerness to see who was sending her a parcel had her virtually ripping the brown wrapping paper from the box. Who in this town would send her a parcel and instruct her to open it immediately? She did a mental check of the many antique purchases she’d made. She had plenty on the way but none this small.
Jenna smiled. It had to be from Sully’s grandmother. The other day when Jenna had brought out the yellowware set, Mrs. Hero had clasped her hands together and fallen in love with it. Even Mr. Hero had sparkles in his eyes, no doubt remembering the early years of their marriage. They’d purchased the set along with the pretty tulip quilt she’d placed on the canopy bed, the bed in the same bedroom Sully Hero had had his way with her breasts.
God! Just thinking about him made her horny.
She redirected her thoughts back to the parcel. Had Mrs. Hero sent her some of those fresh-baked cornmeal muffins she was so famous for? Her mouth watered at the idea of having a couple of cornmeal muffins instead of the stale blueberry one she’d brought along for brunch.
Even as she opened the box, she knew it wasn’t from Mrs. Hero. It was way too small for muffins. Her mouth literally dropped open in shock as nestled snugly in blue tissue paper was a slim six-inch long, one-inch wide fuchsia-pink butt plug. On the side, written in bold black letters were the words MÉNAGE CLUB INITIATION.
“Oh, my God,” she found herself whispering. It had happened. She’d received an invitation to join Sully at the Ménage Club.
“All right, confess, girlfriend,” Meemee said softly as she too peered inside the box.
“He answered the ad.”
Jan
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