Five flirty authors sharing one ménage island…spice it
up with the Sunset Point Series!
The Sunset Point Series consists of five books in one
series, each written by a different author!
Guest Post with Laurie Roma!
When we started
considering doing a series together, our first thought was to have each book of
the series include at least one character that was a cop. Now, this made me
smile. Why? Simple, because I love writing romantic suspense. What could be
hotter than having an alpha male involved in a dangerous situation? Well, I’ll
tell you…
Our concept of
an island that caters to ménage relationships was the perfect backdrop to a
sexy story. But I thought why not take a cop, add in an adrenaline junkie
super-spy and a corporate mogul and see what happens…
And so Cross Point was created.
When I
introduced the Katrina “Trinity” Cross character, I knew she was special.
Trinity was bold, brash and beautiful, but there was also something sweet and
vulnerable about her beneath her no-nonsense personality. She was a secondary character in my IAD
Agency novel Deadly Target, but I
knew Trinity deserved a story of her own…and more than one man to keep up with
her.
Maxwell King was
another cross-over from the IAD Agency series. His older brother Julian King
was the main character in the novel One
Shot. There is something about Maxwell King’s quiet strength and extreme
confidence that I absolutely love. He is a good balance for the adventurous
side of Trinity and his love helps to heal a part of her that needs a steady
foundation.
And then there
is Jackson Stone. He is Trinity’s match in every way. They are both wounded
souls, looking for the love and acceptance they have been denied for most of
their lives. When they come together, it is a clash of wills and the passion
that ignites between them is too strong to ignore.
When the three
of them come together it is a perfect balance. Each of them gives something to
the relationship that makes them a strong, cohesive unit. They were a joy to
write, and I can only hope you love them as much as I do after you read their
story!
Book Blurb:
Former IAD agent Katrina “Trinity” Cross is in desperate need of a
vacation. When a friend asks for a personal favor, Trinity agrees to fly to the
island of Sunset Point, only to find that things in paradise aren’t what they
seem…
Jackson Stone is a man who likes regulation and order, but when
Katrina Cross arrives on his island, life as he knows it'll never be the same.
Falling behind schedule is not allowed in Maxwell King’s orderly
world. Missing money, cheap materials, and a dead foreman top of the list of
his problems, but nothing shakes him more than the sexy siren that sets his
body on fire…
As the investigation heats up, Maxwell and Jackson both fall for
Trinity, but she can’t choose between the uptight corporate mogul and the rough
and ready police lieutenant. Can she find a way to keep them both, or will
their love become a casualty at the Cross
Point?
STORY
EXCERPT
The Palace Resort and Spa sat on a large plot of land, which was
cleverly used to host a variety of activities, including two pools, tennis
courts, and a beautiful golf course located south of the building. The new
expansion plans included building a sister site on the plot of land just north
of the existing location, nestled into the bay on the western side of the
island.
Surprisingly, the lot was almost empty of workers, giving Trinity
the time and space needed to look around. She’d parked and got out, glad she
had thought to change into hiking boots to go with her jeans and simple white
shirt before she’d left her room. From a brief glance at the progress, she had
instantly known that the project was way off the mark. What should have been a
solid foundation of the building’s structure was no more than a skeleton of
concrete and wood. With a shake of her head she had worked her way carefully
around the structure, wanting to get a better view of the entire site.
A man had called out to her, startling her enough to reach for the
grip of the Sig Sauer hidden in the waistband of her jeans. She’d paused when
she saw the security logo on his shirt and greeted him with a smile instead of
a face full of Glock.
“Hi,” she’d greeted him.
The security guard frowned at her. “Ma’am. You’re trespassing. You
need to leave.”
“Actually, I’m a friend of Julian King’s, one of the owners of
this place. He said I could come by and check out the new project since I’m
visiting the island.” Trinity had lied, not wanting anyone to know exactly what
she was doing there just yet. She’d shot him what she hoped was a look of
innocent concern. “It doesn’t look like much yet, though. I thought it would be
further along by now.”
Trinity had noted the security guard fidgeted at that.
“There’ve been some slight delays. I’m sorry, but I’m still going
to have to ask you to leave. It isn’t safe for you to go walking around here. I
wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“No problem, Billy,” Trinity had said, flashing him another smile
as she peeked at the badge attached to his pocket. She’d gotten back in her car
with a friendly wave, planning to go back and see things closer after she got a
better look at the records.
Hunger pains distracted her. Deciding to take the scenic route
into town, she’d headed north up the western coast, knowing from her study of
the island that the road would branch and take her straight into town before
she hit the private villas on this side of the island.
It wasn’t more than ten minutes into her drive that she’d noticed
a black jeep coming up behind her on the empty road. Fast. Too Fast. Instincts
kicked in gear as she noted the mud-splattered window that obscured her view of
the driver and also hid the license plate of the approaching vehicle. On the
chance that she was just being paranoid she slowed her car, allowing him to
pass her, and in doing so saved her life.
As she slowed, the jeep surged forward, slamming into the back of
her car. Cursing at the hard jolt, Trinity used every bit of skill and
experience she’d learned to keep control of the car. She pulsed her foot on the
brake instead of slamming down on it, swerving slightly to slow down further.
The jeep rammed her again, this time throwing her into a spin.
“Son of a bitch!”
Someone really was trying to fucking kill her!
Trinity jerked hard on the wheel, trying to counter the move. Her
heart nearly stopped for a moment as the car slammed into the guardrail, the
only thing protecting her from going over the cliff. Moving fast, she jumped
out of the car and pulled her Sig, training it on the jeep as it quickly turned
around and sped down the road. She didn’t hesitate and fired repeatedly at the
rapidly departing vehicle.
Cursing again, the loud pounding of her heartbeat was joined by
the low throb of a motorcycle engine coming from the same direction the jeep
had fled. On guard, she turned and pointed her gun at the individual on the
bike as he pulled over and parked a few feet away. Her breath hissed out for a
very different reason as she got her first good look at the newcomer’s face.
Around six-three and built like a golden god, the man was wickedly
good looking. Built like a prized fighter, he was packing some serious muscle
and had a fierce aura about him that all but screamed cop! He had
an almost shaved head that only showed a hint of dark hair that matched the
five o’clock shadow covering his chiseled jaw. Intense green eyes seared into
hers as the man pulled his own weapon, approaching her slowly.
“SPPD, put your weapon down.”
Damn, she was good. She’d called it right. Trinity cocked her head
to the side, intrigued by the easy command in his deep voice. Never one to pass
up an opportunity to poke at authority, she couldn’t help it. “Badge me.”
He froze. “What?”
Trinity grinned. “Badge me, baby, ’cause I ain’t putting this down
’til I see your brass.”
ADULT
EXCERPT
“Fuck!” He let out a laugh then groaned in pleasure. “We can’t do
this here.”
“Why not?” she asked, nipping at his lower lip. “There’s no one
here. People can’t see us from the street. God, you’re big. So hot and hard. I
want this inside of me.”
He took her lips in another scorching kiss as she used her legs to
help shove his jeans down over his hips, the weight of his gun on his belt
helping them to slide lower. “Katrina...”
“I want you, Jackson. Right here, right now.”
Breathing hard, Jackson tried to reengage his brain. He couldn’t
fucking think with her small hand wrapped around his cock. “God, I want you,
too, but I don’t have anything with me to protect you. I just had my mandatory
checkup two weeks ago and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since, but—”
Trinity’s hand had paused mid-stroke, but she began moving her
hand up and down his thick cock again. “I’m on medical leave for an injury I
sustained a month ago and I’m on the shot. I checked out clean and I haven’t
had sex in months. I’m protected.”
Jackson’s breath hissed out as his cock jerked in her hand at what
she was saying. He’d never fucked without a rubber before and he was tempted,
truly tempted for the first time. It wasn’t smart. He’d just met this woman,
but he wanted her with a vengeance that stole his breath and made his heart
pound, not to mention his dick. Before he could really think about it, he found
himself setting her down and ripping at the zipper of her jeans.
Wild elation filled Trinity as Jackson went to
work on her jeans. His face was set in with such determination, he looked like
a warrior preparing for battle. If it was a battle he wanted, it was a battle
he was going to get.
It was so deliciously naughty. They were in an alley, only
steps away from people who walked the street enjoying the night, but she didn’t
give a damn. She yanked the gun out of the back of her jeans a second before he
pulled them down past her hips. She slapped the gun on the top of the garbage
bin next to her, still within reach, and started to turn around to face the
wall, only to have Jackson stop her.
“No. I want to see you. If we’re going to do this, I want to watch
you come when I’m inside you.”
His voice was a low rumble of sound that sent a shiver racing
through her entire body. Trinity toed off one of her shoes and shoved her jeans
down off that leg. With a small jump she was back in his arms, their mouths
fused together, her legs wrapped around his waist again with her jeans hanging
down the back of his legs. “Then do it. Come inside of me, Jackson. I wanna
feel you.”
Jackson cursed low as she positioned herself over the bulbous head
and pushed down, sliding the thick shaft into her hot, wet pussy. His cock was
so hard it was like a spear. Her head fell back against the wall as she let out
a low moan, relishing in the exquisite feeling of her muscles parting to let
him inside her.
“God, you’re so fucking tight!”
He let out a low growl that brought a smile to her lips. She
wanted to slam herself down on his massive cock and ride him until they were
both screaming, but he was just too damn big.
Trinity felt his hands brace on her ass as he began pumping
himself inside of her, in a little then out again, each time gaining more depth
into her tight sheath. She lowered her mouth to his neck and licked at the skin
above the collar of his shirt. She jerked as he shoved hard, spearing her
completely on his thick cock until he was balls deep.
“You okay?” he panted out.
“Oh yeah, give it to me, Jackson.” She ran a hand over the sheared
hair on his head and leaned back to stare into his eyes partially hidden by the
darkness in the alley. Jackson’s hips pulled back then pushed forward again,
never looking away from her. There was something about his eyes that made her
feel like she was falling into him. Like he could see more of her than she
normally allowed people to see. Pushing those troubling thoughts aside, she
flexed the muscles of her pussy on his invading cock and was rewarded with a
low groan from him.
“Give it to me, Jackson. Give me your big cock. Pound me into the
wall.”
“Jesus Christ!”
Jackson’s hands dug into her ass in a bruising grip as he did
exactly as she asked. He began pounding into her with a slow, punishing rhythm,
his thick shaft rubbing against the sensitive walls of her pussy, his pelvis
hitting her clit with every hard thrust.
“More, more...” she demanded as he continued to push inside her.
She tightened her grip around his neck and began thrusting her hips to meet
his, thrilling her with the sound of their flesh slapping against one another.
They were two shadows, moving as one in the dark. Her eyes drifted closed as
she gave into the pleasure, simply wanting to feel.
Bio:
Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and is the author of the IAD Agency
and Arcadian series. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and
now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping
away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to
music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her
writing.
An avid reader of the
romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously,
who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough
alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her
novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven
interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves
to hear from her readers and can be reached at laurieromabooks@gmail.com.
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