Ocean's Three (Made In Heaven 2) is now available for Pre-order.
Available on February 2, 2017!
Get ready to set sail…
BLURB:
Cameron Pompeo has always seen things, felt things, he could
not explain, the biggest of which is a young girl named Jocelyn, who appears
nightly in his dreams. When his cousin Reed Pompeo suddenly shows up in his
dream, Cameron realizes that not only does Jocelyn exist, but she will be
important to them both.
After a tragic accident kills her mother, Jocelyn Parker struggles
with her guilt. She pushes away the two most important people in her life as a
form of self-punishment and tries to convince herself that she made them up,
despite the fact that a sense in the very depths of her soul tells her that
they’re real.
A cruise to the Mediterranean finally
brings the three of them together. There, they make real memories and promises
to each other, but what happens when the cruise is over? Will their love be
strong enough to survive the outside forces that threaten to destroy their
happiness?
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Story Excerpt:
“Are you a virgin?”
“Excuse me?” Jocelyn turned around abruptly. Her eyes widened at
Cameron’s grinning face, though her dark shades prevented him from seeing. She
still felt the tickle of his breath by her ear where he had just whispered his
comment, and her body shivered in response. She glanced down at her vintage
Madonna T-shirt from the “Like a Virgin” tour and broke out into hysterical
laughter. She fondly remembered their long-running joke about taking T-shirts
literally. What a way to break the ice, she thought as Cameron’s eyes crinkled
with amusement. Reed stood beside him trying to look pissed at her, but failing
miserably. Finally, he gave her that lazy grin she loved so much.
After a few moments, Jocelyn’s laughter subsided. She needed the levity
after the turmoil that had been wreaking havoc on her insides. Now she felt
that not too unpleasant ache in her ribs, the kind you get after a good hearty
laugh. She also felt heat pooling in her lower belly as both Reed and Cam’s
gazes and perusal of her body looked almost carnal. She wasn’t wearing anything
terribly sexy over her bathing suit. At least she didn’t think so. The T-shirt
she wore actually belonged to her mom from her concertgoing days, and was
therefore precious to Jocelyn. It hung a little off her shoulder, and in paying
homage to the eighties, she tied one side of the shirt in a knot that rested on
her hip bone. Completing the ensemble, a pair of khaki shorts, flip-flops, a
backpack slung over her shoulder, and of course, the sunglasses to cover up her
bloodshot eyes. Thankfully, no one from her wedding party noticed her eyes
since she decided to skip having breakfast with them and opted for room service
again.
“Why did you run, Joss?”
“You really are real,” she whispered, then found herself at a loss for
words. She had already accepted the fact that Cameron and Reed were not
figments of her imagination, but she needed to voice it aloud, and seeing them
again only helped to reaffirm their existence and made her feel even worse for
running out on them last night, not taking their feelings into consideration. They
must have been just as shocked seeing her as she was them, even though they had
never doubted her existence. “I-I—”
“We weren’t with those girls,” Reed said, looking serious again. “We
were just dancing with them. Are they the reason you ran?”
Jocelyn couldn’t help the slight smile curving her lips at Reed’s
revelation. Come to think of it, she didn’t see the blond bimbos from last
night anywhere. “No. Yes. I don’t know. I guess I just freaked out at seeing
you both. I don’t even understand how this is possible.”
“I know,” Cameron said. “We have a lot to talk about.” Then he and Reed
both smiled reassuringly, and she saw that they had already forgiven her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, with a shaky smile. “I promise not to run again.
Now that I see you, now that I know you actually exist… Well, no matter what
happens…” She was struggling with finding the right words again, struggling to
tell them that she would accept them any way she could have them, and that this
time, if they still wanted her in their lives, she would not disappear on them
again.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” Cameron asked, putting her out of her
misery. He actually looked a little nervous.
She was glad it wasn’t just her nerves because if the butterflies in
her stomach had gone crazy just at the sight of Cameron and Reed, they were
behaving absolutely berserk now at their nearness. The smells of two different
kinds of aftershave along with two uniquely musky scents were downright
delicious. They made her mouth water. She wanted to jump up and down and tell
them yes, yes, yes, I’ll go anywhere with
you, or take me now would also
suffice, but duty called. “I can’t,” she finally managed to say instead.
At the sight of Cameron and Reed’s crestfallen expressions, she quickly
explained about the job that brought her on the cruise. They were currently
docked in Split, Croatia,
standing by the gangway, where Jocelyn would be going on an excursion to the Diocletian
Palace with the bride and groom. The
rehearsal dinner later that evening, followed by the actual wedding
tomorrow—pretty much an all-day event—would leave very little time for them to
talk these next two days. She felt their anxiety as well as her own at not
being able to get reacquainted after such a long separation.
“What a coincidence,” Cameron said. “We’re going on the same excursion.
Excuse me a moment.” With that, he winked at her, turned on his heel, and
strode off, leaving her with a very confused-looking Reed. Reed schooled his
features quickly, but Jocelyn had a sneaking suspicion that Cameron was headed
toward the Shore Excursion desk.
Adult Excerpt:
“I don’t really have the right to tell you who you can or can’t be
with.” She cast her eyes downward. Cameron thought she was trying not to cry.
“You have every right, Jocelyn,” Reed interjected.
“How can you say that?”
The elevator door opened just then, letting on two new passengers. The
three of them remained silent the rest of the way down to Jocelyn’s floor. They
continued their silence as Cameron and Reed followed Joss as she walked to her
cabin. When they reached her door, Cameron asked for her key card and slid it
into the slot.
“I didn’t know the two of you were real,” she said when they entered
her room. She sat down on the edge of her bed. “I left you three years ago. I
certainly don’t expect—”
“Stop it, Joss,” Cameron demanded.
There’s no one else, dollface.”
“What about Taryn?” she asked, looking up at Reed.
Reed quickly explained the circumstances that brought him and Cameron
on the cruise. “It’s always been you, Jocelyn.”
“For both of us,” Cameron added.
Jocelyn looked down at her feet.
“I’m not sure she understands yet,” Reed said playfully.
“Hmmm.” Cameron walked over to Joss and sat beside her. She squeaked
when he pulled her over his knee. “Maybe we need to show her.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, struggling weakly.
Cameron chuckled. She definitely could have tried harder to free
herself from her current position, he thought. “Something I’ve wanted to do for
a very long time.” He hiked up her dress, revealing pink cotton boy shorts, and
rubbed her ass in a slow sensuous circle.
Reed sat next to him on the bed to enjoy the view, no doubt. Cameron
slowly pulled her panties down, leaving them wrapped around the lower part of
her thighs, exposing her to their gaze. Reed reached out to stroke the globes
of her beautiful round and shapely ass. He then slid his finger slowly up and
down her slit.
“I think she’s turned on,” he said, his voice gravelly. “So pretty.”
Cameron tilted his head to the side to get a better view. She’s not the only one turned on.
Jocelyn’s responsive moan was low and breathy, and her body protested
when Reed removed his finger. He gave Cameron a slight nod, after which a sharp
slap resonated in the room, immediately followed by a surprised squeak. Cameron
rubbed the stinging area, generating another moan from Joss.
“You’re ours, Joss”—slap—“and
we are all yours. No one else’s, baby.” After another slap, another moan, and
another gentle rub, he asked, “Do you understand?” He slapped her ass again
when she didn’t respond. “I”—smack—“Asked”—smack—“You”—smack—“A”—smack—“Question”—smack.
“Yes! Yes!” she panted. “Yours.”
“Good girl.”
This time Cameron nodded at Reed, who immediately slipped first one,
then two fingers inside Jocelyn’s wet channel. She bowed her head and fisted
the sheets in front of her as Reed pumped his fingers in and out of her, while
Cameron rubbed her ass in slow, sensual circles. She looked so fucking sexy,
Cameron thought, splayed out like she was over his knees, panting, moaning,
whimpering. His cock was an iron rod, painfully straining against the zipper of
his jeans and protesting that he would not be able to sink into her lush body
tonight. Tonight, it would have to be about her pleasure and he and Reed
enjoying the act of giving it to her. The image of her glorious ass in the air,
marked with his handprints, legs spread apart, beautiful, wet, pink pussy on
display, would both torment and excite him until he could finally claim her.
Jocelyn emitted a low throaty sound followed by a loud cry. Her body
arched, her knuckles whitened as she fisted the sheets tighter, and then her
hips jerked repeatedly at what must have been a very powerful orgasm.
Cameron gently maneuvered her into a sitting position on his lap and
wiped away her hair from her damp forehead. She was still shaking in his arms. Reed,
who remained in the same spot on the bed next to Cameron, rubbed Jocelyn’s back
in circles until her body calmed and her heavy breaths became steady.
“I wish I would have seen your face when you came, Joss,” Cameron said,
his own breathing labored. He was sure she could feel his hardness underneath
her. “You look so beautiful all flushed and sated like you are.”
She smiled shyly up at him. “I had some help.” She reached back to give
Reed a soft caress. “From two very talented men.”
“Talented, huh?” Cameron chuckled. “This was just a tease, baby. I’ll
show you talented.”
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