Vincent Mallory Edgerton
Series- Sémya Slotin Mystery Series #4
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Length- 78,000 / 280 pages
Genre- Romantic suspense / international thriller
Release Date- July 16th, 2014
+18 mature content
The pursuit of peace is not always pacific.
Vincent Mallory Edgerton had always been an efficient FREGG operative. It was his family legacy and his pride. He had always loved his job, even when he had to leave everything behind for his safety and become Josh Heinz.
Every love story has a beginning.
Sémya Slotin had been coasting through life solving one mystery after another. While in Hawaii, her young protégée disappeared. When Sémya met Josh Heinz, her mind kept telling her to stay away from the handsome stranger with the hypnotic light brown eyes but she found herself inexplicably drawn to him. He awakened something in her and she was unable to resist him. It never happened to her before. Who was that man?
In Hawaii, Vincent had to work covertly with the sexy bold sleuth. Sémya’s beauty and intellect completely enthralled him, but his passion and growing love for her also changed him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to finally win her trust and keep her safe, causing him to unleash events that would shape the rest of their lives. From the moment their gazes locked, Sémya and Vincent sealed their fate.
Note: This book is part of the series and is not a standalone. You might be ableto enjoy without reading Bird of Prey and The Plot Thickens first BUT I really advise to read Polliannah Got Married! first.
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He patiently waited for Sémya to catch up with him. He could see her villa from where he was standing but they had to turn left and he wasn’t supposed to know that. The temperature had dropped and she put on thin blouse. Her hair was flowing in the wind. Without thinking he took her hand but let her lead the way. “So you didn’t answer me. Why do you need a driver?”
Sémya looked at their hands entwined and caressed his with her fingers. The gesture aroused him. “I failed the driving test about thirty times and in more than one country,” she mumbled back, her cheeks were a little flushed by the revelation. “I cannot drive.” She bit her lower lip.
Oh… he could write songs about her beautiful lips. “You were asking about my story earlier,” he said still looking at her lips. “My parents died when I was very young and I’ve been raising myself ever since.”
Sémya looked at him and stopped in front of her villa, “Why the ink?” She gently stroked his arm with her free hand.
He leaned down. Please don’t be another assassin. “Why not?” She looked into his eyes then his mouth, back to his eyes again. They both startled when the small gate beeped and opened. She walked inside her property without breaking eye contact. “Sémya, what a big villa you have,” he said, following her.
Sémya smiled, guiding him toward the pool, “All the better to walk around, my child.”
He pulled her against him as they were standing next to the bar. “Sémya, what beautiful, enticing lips you have.” She felt so good against him. He very slowly bent his head down and passed his tongue across her lips. “Sémya, what delicious lips you have,” he moaned. He had been thinking about doing this for two whole days. She tasted just like he imagined her to or even better. He kissed the corner of her mouth while caressing her jaw and her neck. Her skin was so soft, soft caramel toffee. Sémya was moaning against him and her hands found his hair. He was about to lose control, “You are so beautiful,” he said against her lips as she massaged his scalp. They were both trembling and they hadn’t even kissed yet. He ran his hands on her shoulders and slowly down to her back before groping her ass and pressing her against his erection. She let the sexiest shriek out and he covered it with his mouth.
Fuck, that’s a kiss… the moment their lips touched they both moaned and sighed. Sémya brought him even closer, teasing him with her tongue and Vincent deepened the kiss. He tasted, he nibbled, and he teased back. His hands were stroking her bare back and he removed her blouse. “You taste wonderful, Heinz,” Sémya moaned when they came up for air. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his neck. She hungrily removed his shirt and backed away until she hit the bar, “Show me,” she groaned, mischief and lust in her eyes.
Vincent shook his head removed her bikini top instead revealing her small round breasts. He freed her from her pants and she stood in front of him in her back garden wearing only sexy black boxer shorts. She might just be the sexiest woman he had ever seen, “My God Sémya, you take my breath away.” He kissed her again before she had a chance to say something. She clung to him and he set her on the bar, placing himself between her legs. He never wanted a woman more than he wanted Sémya Slotin. He left her wonderful mouth for her breasts, sucking them softly first then with all the passion he felt erupting inside him. He heard her moans and that excited him so much, he lowered his pants and found one of condoms Clyde gave him. This was insane; so unlike him, having sex like this in the open. But he couldn’t wait… He brought his hard shaft against her and groaned against her breast, licking the valley between them.
“Oh yes,” Sémya groaned even louder, pushing herself forward. She unceremoniously removed her boxer and let him plunge into her. “Fuck yes…”
“Fuck yes…” Vincent repeated. She was warm and tight around him. He opened her legs even more and got even deeper, “Sémya,” he breathed in her ear and she shivered in his arms. He started to pound her frantically. He had no control over any of this, he was feeling too much, too fast. Each stroke drove him closer to utter madness. Sémya’s head was resting on his shoulder, kissing, nibbling, biting him, matching each of his strokes, and asking him to go faster, deeper. He lifted her up from the bar and wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing her so close to him, Vincent felt like they melted together. And then it happened… He felt and heard her release while his came crashing down and almost knocked him down. “God, Sémya,” he babbled, trying to recover from what he had just experienced.
About the Author
I’m over 30.
I was born in Quebec City, Canada.
I grew up in France and in Gabon.
I speak English & French fluently.
Pizza is my favorite dish.
Black Forest Cake is my favorite dessert.
I met Michael Jackson when I was eleven.
I loathe vodka but love gin, wine and tequila.
I'm obsessed with Robbie Williams and Michael Fassbender.
I call Toronto my home.
I love reading.
I love dancing.
I love watching exciting TV shows.
I love my life... most days.
I'm a major goof.
I can't stand intolerance.
I'm curious, cheeky and oh so opinionated!