Ripple (Persy & Sully) (Seaside Valleria 2) PAPERBACK -- SIGNED

She’s spent years running from the past while searching for peace.
Persy has been restless and running from her tragic past for years. Since leaving Ireland, she’s stayed the longest in Masillia, soaking in the quiet calm of the sea and now working at the local pub, the Seashell. Is she staying because of the peace she finds here? Or because of the passion she shares with the sexy cop who spends his nights with her?

She’s the many-night stand changing all his plans.
Sully never planned to stay in Valleria long-term. His one-year assignment with the local police is coming to an end, and soon he’ll return to his life back in Ireland. Yet, every night, after work, he finds himself at the Seashell. When the bar closes in the early hours, he walks Persy home—then takes her to bed. Their nights are full of passion, not promises, which works for them both.

They’ll both learn to love in the light again.
Or it did. One night, everything changes for Sully and he realizes he wants more than an affair. He wants her, all of her. Can their relationship move past the lure of the night to the bright light of day? Can they move beyond the aches of the past to the dreams of a future together?

This novel features a divorced woman and the cop who wants her, a family made of friends that loves one another (even while they annoy each other), and a look behind fictional pub walls.

He was in control now. Her entire body was at his mercy.

He’d make her come against the wall again, her body held up only by his.

Then he’d take her on the bed, while she was under him, again at his mercy.

Fuck. Yeah.

“Sully,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“Give me one more.”

She shook her head, her hair shifting with her. “No.”

“Yes.”

Her voice was almost a whine. “Sully.”

His voice was decidedly serious. “Now, Persy.”

She moaned as her body convulsed around his fingers. Fuck, but she always came fast. She got hot quick and came quicker.

Now, it was his turn.

He stood quickly, adjusting then carrying her spent body to the large bed nestled in a corner of the room. He laid her down, her body in a spread eagle.

He toed off his shoes, then removed the condoms from his
pocket before taking the rest of his clothes off.

Then he just looked at her.

In the dark room, small streams of light highlighted slivers of her body. He didn’t need to see all of her to know she was beautiful, but he’d add light so he could.

He reached to turn on the bedside lamp.

“No. Keep it dark.”

She always wanted it dark. He was fucking done with dark. “No.”

She blinked as the light gave a muted glow to the room. “Sully.”

“Not tonight, Persy.”

Just as he’d never seen her fully, she’d never seen him, either.

They were both seeing each other now.

Every freckle, every curve. Every muscle, every eyelash.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

He climbed onto the bed between her legs. On his knees, he opened the condom package and slipped it on slowly, his eyes locked with hers. He stroked his hand over his cock a few times, not that he needed to; he wasn’t going soft anytime soon.

No, he did it because of the way she changed when he did. Even before, when they’d stayed in the dark, she’d change as she was doing now.

More of her slipped away and need started to take over. Her body squirmed a little, and her skin got hot.

He lowered himself over her. Both of them were breathing hard, watching each other for several moments.

Then passion erupted once more.

It was need, pure and simple. Their bodies arched towards each other, their minds blissfully empty but for reaching that swift peak. With one hard thrust, he was inside her.

Fuck.

Yeah.

He loved it, fucking loved watching and hearing it when she came, and she again came quickly. He’d never met a woman who was so fucking sexy, or who came so fucking fast or often. Her hair was splayed out against her soft green sheets, her eyes closed, her head tipped back, and her lips were parted and gasping for breath.

Fucking beautiful.

His hand caressed up her leg, then hitched it around his hip. He thrust deeper and she moaned as he hit that sweet spot inside her.

He pulled out, leaving just the tip inside, then drove into her again, the bed shifting with his rhythm. Every time he thrust forward, the wire frame of the headboard thwacked against the wall.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Each time he heard the sound, it made him harder, rougher with her.

She groaned again, her hands fisting in his hair, the pain of it spurring him on even more.

He did that.

Him.

It was his cock driving her, driving their bed.

It was his cock inside her, filling her.

He growled as he thrust again.

Thwack.

It was building inside her.

Thwack.

Little spasms around his cock.

Thwack.

It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

His hand came between them and he toyed with her clit. Her body jerked.

He grunted between thrusts. “Get. There. Persy.”

Thwack.

“Sully.”

Thwack.

“Now.”

Thwack.

Her head turned to the side. “Sully.”

“Now!” He rubbed her clit harder and she went flying.

Thank Christ.

Her hands fell away, as they always did when she came, and gripped the bed. She opened up when she orgasmed, her legs now splayed wide and her back arched.

Fucking magnificent.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

With a last few thrusts, he groaned and let go, spurting into the condom that sheathed him.

He fell on top of her, his face nuzzling against the slim, strong curve of her throat. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of them mixed together.

She shifted, and he knew she was pulling away, hiding the vulnerable part of herself behind a wall of steel. Before she did, he was finally going to get a good look at her.

He pressed a kiss below her ear, then her neck, and the space in her collarbone. She tensed, but he kept up his soft, steady kisses on her chin and cheeks before he took her mouth.

Long and languid he kissed her until she started to relax again. Not fully, not completely as she had before, but it was something.

He kept them connected, his cock still buried inside her, as he sat up and situated her astride him. Some of her hair fell forward, covering part of one delicious nipple.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“I’m not done with you.”

• Loss of child in heroine's past
• All of Marianne Knightly's books feature sexy scenes and swearing

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