Wicked Desire by Tory Richards

Both are running for different reasons.Maggie’s running from a dangerous ex-husband with the attitude that if he can’t have her, no one can. Matt’s running away, too, hoping a new beginning will help him get on with his life without the woman he loves. Trouble seems to follow Maggie though, and as the small town sheriff Matt has his hands full. Their attraction to one another only complicates things and as passion explodes between them Maggie’s ex shows up, threatening their happiness and both their lives.

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“What’s so funny?” he demanded to know. A quick look revealed Dammit was still smiling up at them.

“A two-hundred-pound man being held at bay by a little pooch, that’s funny.”

“These are new boots,” Matt pointed out, crossing his arms menacingly. “Is this the thanks I get for repairing your washing machine?”

“Are you trying to intimidate me…Sheriff? Maggie put her hands on her hips in response to him crossing his arms. She was aware the action caused her breasts to swell gently over the low top of her dress. “I’d be careful if I were you.” Her eyes dropped down to Dammit and back up again. “I think I’m the one with the upper hand for a change. Why, I bet I could get you to do just about anything I wanted right now.”

Matt growled threateningly but the light in his eyes told a different story. He was enjoying their playful banter as much as Maggie was. “You can try, baby, but don’t blame me if things get out of hand.”

Maggie’s heart did a flip-flop at the way he’d said baby. Her eyes locked onto his, the look in his gaze heating her blood. “And what might those things be?” Maggie inquired softly, her gaze dropping to his naked chest. She reached up to run her finger over him lightly. “I think I can handle anything that might get out of hand,” she teased, then threatened when he made a slight move, “You better not move a muscle, Sheriff, or you’re boots are history.”

“That sounds like a threat. I think I’m at an unfair disadvantage here.” His body was beginning to show signs of responding to her closeness. “You’re enjoying this,” he ground out. “I’m eager to see how far you’re willing to go.”

“Even if it means bringing you to your knees?” She brought her face closer to his chest and under his watchful scrutiny kissed him lightly. His skin smelled warm and musky, and faintly of the soap she’d used on him earlier. Determined to keep it light, she gently ran her open mouth back and forth over his flesh, losing a little bit of control when her lips brushed his nipple. Her heart jumped, butterflies settling low in her belly.

She couldn’t help herself. Her tongue came out, flicking over the hardened nub, over and over again. Maggie heard his gasp and glanced up, his eyes were glazed with desire. She was trembling inside as the situation began to spiral out of control at a rate she couldn’t keep up with. She liked touching Matt, kissing him. She liked the feel of his muscles quivering under the touch of her hands. And by the dark look on his flushed face, he liked it too.

“Ever been brought to your knees before, Sheriff?” she murmured in a seductively low tone. The desire in his darkening eyes promised Maggie both heaven and hell. And she wanted both.

She had no doubt she could bring him to his knees in a heartbeat.

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If you’re curious about my chosen name, I can tell you how it came about. I was once an inanimate small Russian Orthodox church in Serafimovich in Volgograd Oblast. I was brought to life during a 3:00AM “witching hour” satanic rite conducted by a small cult that had never done much before and not much since. I am it’s lone claim to fame.
Although I promptly refused the cultist’s demands that I storm through the town leaving a path of destruction (my refusal seemed to surprise and upset them) I knew I would not be welcome in the world of mankind. Who wants a big (even a small church is big) moving church wondering around asking questions and raising even more questions?
I left for the broad open plains in the surrounding areas. I usually stayed still during the day and wondered about at night assuaging my curiosities so as to cause the least alarm among the residents. The cultists did pursue me with great insistence and continued demands for me to be violent. They claimed I owed to them for utilizing the souls of deceased Nazis from nearby Stalingrad in order to bring me to life.
Despite the politeness of my refusals they eventually, the fourth night, took to throwing Molotov cocktails at me. Ever been set on fire? I’ll share this with you: not fun. I do not recommend it. Having newly mobile drain spouts and gutters and ready access to streams saved my hide. My shingles, too.
This went on night after night and, let me tell you, it got old quick. Then… things got worse. The Angels showed up. The avenging kind. Revenge for what? Well, as they claim, I guess I am some kind of “abomination before God”. I really don’t get that “before God” part. Is it OK to be an abomination behind him?
So, unlike the Molotov cocktail throwing cultists, these Avenging Angels utilized lightning bolts. But, just like flaming Molotov cocktails, those lightning bolts got old quick. Real quick.
So, how am I still here to tell you about all this and how can I even type it? I will tell you.
I’m really quite a lucky church even within bouts of bad luck. Just two months before the cultists animated me the priest of my church needed to replace the lightning rod on me. A rusty contraption poorly assembled and a hazard to the churchgoing folk.
A normal average-sized lightning rod could never have absorbed those Avenging Angel lightning bolts. However, my priest was a proud priest and he wanted me to be taller than that other Orthodox Church on the Western edge of Serafimovich. By doggedly yelling at the congregation seven Sunday’s in a row he raised enough money to have the biggest lightning rod in all of Volgograd Oblast installed on me, thus bringing my height up an additional seventeen feet.
So, I mostly absorbed those lightning bolts. Those Avenging Angels were very upset and I did feel bad for them but, hey, what choice, right?
Some lightning bolts did get through when shot from near enough and at certain angles. Hurt bad! Note: Pain is one of the biggest drawbacks to being brought to life. I think we can all agree on that.
One benefit of Avenging Angel’s lightning is poor aim. By accident this led to a sharp decrease in the population of cultists. The downside of Avenging Angels is that they don’t need to sleep and never give up. They don’t get bored. They don’t lose focus. They just keep coming.
I didn’t sleep for twenty-seven days and the whole time was so painful.
Even my giant lightning rod was beginning to melt….
The end was coming for me. A big conflagration. Then ashes. Then Hell, right? They weren’t going to destroy me and then take me up to Heaven were they? Elitists, that’s what they are!
After twenty-seven days of this unfair lightning bolt abuse I was, by then, in Syria a bit North of the Sea of Galilee. I didn’t know where I was at the time, of course. I plunged into a river to escape or limit the bolts. I was so tired I thought I’d float and just sleep a while even if they were bolting me incessantly. I was that tired!
I even thought if I was lucky I wouldn’t even wake up at all….
I did fall asleep.
I did wake up.
I was on the shore on the West side of the river. I… wasn’t a church any more. I was… a Human? Still not completely sure if I am. Or what happened. Or where the Avenging Angels went. Or if they’re coming back after reloading on lightning bolts.
Humans need names. Why? People always ask. Like, usually right away. Turned out that the river I plunged into was the Jordan River. And, you know, I used to be a church. So, I tell people to call me Jordan Church.
I’m sort of in hiding now, but I’m really not sure if you can hide from Avenging Angels or if I still need to. Cultists would be more of a problem now though. I assume Molotov cocktails feel just terrible on human skin!
I write erotica because, as a human, I now have bills to pay. I used to be a building and now I have to pay to live in one! Oh, how I have fallen.
I chose erotica because it fascinates me. Hey, I’m only human!