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Book II in the MIA series
On a frigid winter night, vengeance is what he sought. A love strong enough to melt the ice surrounding his battered heart is what he found.
After six years of forced exile and servitude, Shamus Long is finally going home. A grisly discovery upon his arrival plummets Shame into a world of darkness and vengeance that threatens to consume him.
With single minded purpose, Shame tracks down the Master Vampire responsible for ordering the hit on his family. Upon his arrival, a viscous snow squall postpones his attack on the murderous cartel, forcing him to seek refuge in a small motel on the edge of town to wait out the storm.
There he meets Gail, a shy loner working the night shift. Instant chemistry and a power outage throw them into one another’s arms for a night of scorching passion. When Ty, a man accompanying him, with his own retribution to deliver unto the supernaturals, disappears, Shame grows paranoid and seeks anonymity by following Gail home.
Hot nights of blistering love making, while he continues the search for both the cartel and the man he has grown to consider a friend, put Shame on edge and leave him feeling emotions he refuses to accept.
All of Shame’s secrets come to light when he’s forced to involve Gail. What he doesn’t know, is Gail has secrets of her own. Secrets strong enough to rock the foundation of his beliefs and threaten not only his bruised heart, but his very life.
While he recovered from what had to be the world’s best orgasm, Shame studied Gail’s bedroom. A woman’s room could say a lot about her personality and he found that he wanted to know more about the little minx who currently lay sprawled in a satiated heap over his chest.
Gail’s bedroom was simple. Not a lot of clutter like he’d seen in the rest of the house. Off-white walls with a pale mint green border. A single white mirrored dresser and matching nightstand. A few perfume bottles and a small oak jewelry box sat on one corner of the dresser. On her nightstand was an alarm clock and two picture frames. The larger frame housed a picture of Gail and an older woman, both smiling happily into the camera with an arm wrapped around each other’s shoulders. They looked so much alike that they had to be family. Maybe an older sister, or possibly her mother? The smaller of the two held a photo of two children caught in the awkward stages right before puberty, a dark-headed boy pushed a smaller girl-probably Gail, judging by the wild mop of blonde hair-and smirked into the camera. The face stirred a familiarity within Shame, but he couldn’t place it. He dismissed it, figuring the boy just resembled someone he’d seen during his travels, and moved his attention on.
The large canopied bed dominated the room with its immense size. Instead of letting the sheer pink curtains at each corner of the bed down like they were supposed to be, she’d wrapped them around the white cast-iron poles, making him think that her bed, maybe she herself, hadn’t seen any action for quite some time. Otherwise, wouldn’t the curtains have been down, blocking out the rest of the world, swathing them with the notion that nothing existed outside of the bed and the passion they found in each other’s arms?
Soft fingertips ran absently over his breastbone, alerting him to the fact that the woman in question was awake. He glanced down at her and noticed that her eyes were dreamy, like she was a million miles away. Judging by the slight upward tilt at the corners of her lips, her thoughts, whatever they might be, were of something pleasant. He wondered what she thought about that would put such an angelic smile on her beautiful face.
Curiosity got the better of him. “What are you thinking about?”
“Hmm…” She looked up at him. “Oh, well, I just remembered what I was thinking about right before you showed up. I was sitting in the living room, feeling sorry for myself and wishing that I had someone special to spend the evening with.” She blushed, her gaze sliding back down toward his chest. “It’s kind of ironic that you’d show up right when I really needed someone.”
Shame didn’t know what to say. His windpipe felt stuffed with wet cotton. He also felt incredibly guilty. She thought he was there solely for her and he’d let her believe that, thinking it would be easier than explaining the truth and having her kick him out on his ass.
Was that what he’d turned into-a user?
“Gail, I’m glad I’m here. Even more pleased that you’re happy to see me, but I have to tell you that part of the reason I’m here is because I checked out of the motel. I thought, maybe, if it was all right with you, I would stay here for a few days while I take care of things. If you don’t want me to, all you have to do is say so and I’ll leave. No pressure. No hard feelings, I promise.”
Gail blinked up at him and then smiled. “Of course you can stay here. I’d be happy to have the company.” She reached down, her hand fisting around his semi-erect penis. “And I’m already thinking up ways for you to earn your keep.”
Shame caught her hands and pulled them up over her head. Laughing, he rolled her onto her back. “Oh you are, are you?” he teased.
“Mm hm.” Her eyes glittered up at him. “My mind’s spinning with all the possibilities.”
He brushed his lips softly over hers. “I just bet. You want to share some of those ideas with me?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. “Nope. I think I’ll keep them all to myself for now.”
Shame nipped her earlobe with his teeth. “Know what I think?”
“What?” she panted, her thighs tightening around him and her hips wiggling to find the right angle for penetration.
“I think you’re a little tease.”
His cock rubbed over and between her swollen folds. Both of them sighed as the tip cruised right down to where they both wanted it to be, the mouth of her pussy.
“You’re wrong,” Gail whispered, her hips arching, her pussy swallowing the first couple inches of his cock. “A tease doesn’t finish what she starts. I fully intend to start it”-her wet flesh glided over his tumescent stalk, punctuating her words-”and finish it.”
Shame groaned. His hips shot forward, burying the remaining inches of his stiff member inside the tight grip of her pussy. His balls hit the soft skin of her bottom and it was all he could do to keep from losing control. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held still, not yet ready to move. He wanted to savor the hot, moist clasp of her body around him for a moment before he tore into her and sent them both into the stratosphere.
Gail moaned beneath him and her nails dug into his ass, urging him to move, to thrust. He gritted his teeth, stalling, wanting this time to last, but she wasn’t making it easy on him.
Leveraging herself up on her elbows, she licked the underside of his jaw and nipped at his chin. She ducked her head and flicked his nipple with the tip of her tongue and then sank her teeth into it, biting down. An involuntary grunt slipped from between his clenched teeth. God, she was going to kill him. Too many orgasms like the first one and he was a goner. Death by sexual overload-hell of a way to go, but it worked for him.
“Shameful is a great story that definitely highlights Amanda Young’s talent. From the very beginning I was consumed by emotion from Shame. It was just heartbreaking, but it gave me a better feel for his need for vengeance. Shame and Gail are a lively couple any reader will enjoy. And I have to give kudos to Ms. Young for the ending. Great job! I love to anticipate a coming story.”
~Reviewed by Klarissa/Joyfully Reviewed
“Amanda Young is one of my favorite authors and so when I found out that Shame’s story was going to be told, I couldn’t wait to read it. It is everything that I’d hoped it would be and more. Without a doubt, Shameful is a must read.”
~Reviewed by Kerin/Two Lips Reviews
“Shameful is the second in the Missing in Action series and boy does it pack a punch! Ms. Young continues to be an author I look for in romance and I am on the edge of my seat for the next Missing in Action story.”
~Reviewed by LT Blue/Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“You won’t be disappointed with this well-written, perfectly paced story that’s hotter than Georgia asphalt!”
~Romantic Times Magazine