When work brings Deluna Jordan face to face with a man who knows her better than she knows herself, she soon discovers he shares everything with his boss, including lovers…and a thirst for blood…and she is about to become the lucky recipient of all their desires…
Title: Stolen Rapture
Author: Denyse Bridger
Publisher: New Dawning Bookfair
Genre: Menage
Reviewer: Tina
Heat Level: M/F, M/F/M oral & anal sex
Rating: 5 Lips
Deluna Jordan was at a fashion show as a buyer. She wanted clothes for a special photo shoot. There she meets the most stunning man she has ever seen.He however doesn’t seem interested in her.
At the after party they meet again. Cordeaux Vincente is everything she could ever want but she cannot get Rahve Falcon out of her mind. When it turns out Cord and Rahve like to share women, Deluna might get to have her cake and love it too.
Stolen Rapture by Denyse Bridger has sensuality, romance, and a beautiful story line that kept me reading and wanting more. All of her characters are vibrant and mesmerizing. I love Deluna; she is soft and loving but has a core inside of steel. And I am in love with Cord and Rahve. They have such charisma and charm that I cannot help but fall in love. When you want a beautifully written story that is sure to make you lose your heart, Stolen Rapture is the book for you.
Rahve knew the instant Cord and his playmate arrived. He turned and even with a room between them, he could smell sex. He snorted silently. So Cord had fucked her already tonight. That explained the limousine service. His eyes swept over the woman, cataloging the elegant dress, the voluptuous curves that were just a little too rounded for current fashion, and the sparkling hazel eyes that were still a little dazed from orgasm.
He went to join them.
"Nice of you to show up," he said to Cord.
"Screw you," Cord snapped, then laughed. "This," he turned to the woman at his side, "is Deluna Jordan. Baby, this is my partner—"
"Boss."
"Partner," he repeated, ignoring Rahve's correction, "Rahve Falcon."
"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Falcon," Deluna said, offering her hand. He took it and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing the backs of them very softly. She stared in surprise.
"Rahve," he requested. "Cord's told me a lot about you. It's nice to put a face to the name. Welcome to my home, and thank you for coming to the party."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cord hasn't told me a lot about you," she replied.
"I'm not surprised," Rahve answered. Falcon was genuinely amused. Cord watched him with thinly veiled suspicion. "Would you like a drink?"
"Thank you, that would be lovely."
Rahve was being summoned from the other side of the room and his dark eyes flickered with annoyance that was easily read. He excused himself and on his way to the agitated woman waving less than discreetly to him, he stopped and directed one of the waiters to bring her a glass of champagne.
"Be careful around him," Cord advised. "He's interested in you."
She stared at him, eyebrow raised. "You can tell that from hello, can you?"
"I've known Rahve a lot of years, baby," he said, tone ominous. "He enjoys dangerous games."
"And you don't?" There was ice in her voice, making the words caustic in tone.
Cord's blue and green gaze was hard when he met hers, and she shivered.
"You like my games," he stated. "Rahve plays by different rules."
She shrugged with false indifference and strolled into the crowd, fully aware of Cord's eyes watching every move she made. The night was going to be a long one. The thought had barely passed into her awareness when she felt someone staring at her, the look almost a tangible touch that brushed her spine and made her entire body tingle.
There are things Cord should have told you. Rahve's voice was inside her head somehow and she looked around, trying to locate him in the large crowd. Chills that had nothing to do with the actual temperature make her quiver. She closed her eyes, her equilibrium gone as the room faded to grey shadows. Her last thought was that she'd never fainted in her life, and this was not the time to start.
