Marie Treanor

Guitar Man, Ebook, Available Now from Ellora's Cave

Book two in the Psychic Seductions series.

Ellie’s a powerful psychic who can’t seem to hold onto her man. When she’s dumped at the altar—again—she swears off men and takes her wounded heart to Scotland, where she promptly runs into the best-ever one-night stand from her past, sexy, adventurous busker Chris.

Chris is as hot—and as good in bed—as he was when they first met. But something’s different now, something that changes him into a terrifying threat all her psychic abilities can’t overcome. Now it’s up to Ellie—free Chris from the evil possessing him, and claim him as her own.

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Reviews:

"truly a work of art. It left me breathless as I turned the last page. The passion and the intensity between Ellie and Chris could be felt from their first meeting..." - 5 Ravens and a Recommended Read, Lace, Blackravens Reviews.

"wonderfully written... a beautiful story that readers will love. Her characters are intelligent, believable and interesting. The storyline is intriguing, fascinating, and erotic. The sexual tension between the two main characters is so red hot that the pages smoke around the edges... a great addition to my keeper collection." - 4.5 stars, Top Pick, Heather, Night Owl Reviews.

"The plot is great... There is action throughout this entire story and kept me reading on for more. The sex is plentiful and hot. Ellie and Chris are so attracted to each other I was surprised neither spontaneously combusted. They were great fun to read about... one story you can't put down." - 4 hearts, Belle, The Romance Studio,

"Ah…Marie Treanor, who pens such delicious stories, with great characters, an interesting and captivating plot and some really sensuous love scenes." - 4 Hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More

"WOW! It has been a long time since a book has grabbed me quite like GUITAR MAN. It wasn’t just the heat and passion, and Marie Treanor knows how to write sensual copy. It was the real connection between the main characters..."

"the kind of book that makes you smile with each turning of the page. You too will fall in love with Chris, he’s the kind of man all women want, even when they don’t want to admit it to themselves."

"The characters, especially Chris and Ellie came alive while reading. No one can escape feeling the chemistry that exists between them."

"Marie Treanor has found herself a brand new fan. I so loved this book..."

"GUITAR MAN will titillate your senses, your romantic side and leave you wanting just that little bit more. All-in-all, an extremely satisfying read." - 4 Blue Ribbons, Jessica Crooks, Romance Junkies.

Excerpts:

(A scary one, followed by a hotter one!)

While Chris lounged on the bed, tuning the guitar and strumming vaguely, I strolled around the room, examining his books—a diverse collection of music, politics, literature and popular fiction. Although I tried to squash it, I was very aware of him sprawling there on the suddenly inviting bed. He looked lean and sexy and totally natural, the golden skin of his arms rippling as he played. I found myself humming along with the melody, although I didn’t recognize it. I opened my mouth to ask him what it was, when it suddenly changed into a different tune, discordant yet weirdly hypnotic.

“Chris, that’s horrible!” I chided. “Play something else.”

Since he didn’t, I threw my head back in mock outrage and announced I was going to make more coffee. If nothing else, the break would refocus my wayward thoughts away from his undoubted physical attractions. Chris didn’t object as I swept dramatically past the foot of the bed but at the last minute he moved with startling speed.

Hanging on to the guitar with one hand, he launched his body across the entire length of the bed and reached out to grip my thigh.

Stunned, I stood quite still, staring at his hand. It was warm, its grip too firm around the top of my leg, the palm secure around my inner thigh. I knew I would have difficulty removing it, at least by normal means. I didn’t want to. I liked Chris’s hands. He had never been short on boldness and I supposed I had been enticed up here for a reason. My ego wasn’t sorry about that, either. His fingers dug almost painfully into my flesh and yet treacherous tinglings snaked upward from his fingers to my pussy. I felt suddenly hot and moist. His fingers moved, rhythmically kneading, sliding higher to the crease at the top of my thigh. His knuckles touched my damp pussy.

I swallowed. Slowly, almost afraid, I lifted my gaze from his rigid hand to his face. His blue eyes gleamed. But he wasn’t smiling. This was a new Chris to me, dominating, determined, almost…scary. His caress was rough, forceful rather than seductive. Somehow, this excited me and yet I knew that if it’d been anyone else’s fingers reaching so greedily for my pussy—

He said, “Fuck the coffee. Sit on my cock and screw me.”

Shocked, I reacted from instinct. I hurled an unnecessary amount of force at his fingers, prizing them loose with my mind. In less than a second, I was out the bedroom door and running for the stairs. Stupidly, I could feel the ache of tears desperate to be shed and I didn’t even know why.

Chris had never been mealy mouthed. I wasn’t exactly a shrinking rose myself. In Pisa, part of his charm had been his directness. It had been exciting, compelling. Yet here, I felt…abused. And by a man I was beginning to like a lot.

My mobile phone chose that minute to go off.

I heard it from the stairs. Dashing into the living room where I’d left my bag, I grabbed the phone out of it.

It was Jenny, damn her. “Not a good…” I began but she interrupted me, her voice high and harsh.

“Ellie, are you okay?”

“Okay? Yes,” I mumbled in bewilderment. Was I?

“Get out of there, Ellie. Now. The readings are off the scale.”

I grabbed my jacket and my bag and bolted for the living room door, trying to stuff the phone back into my bag with shaking fingers as I went. A shadow fell over me, bringing me to an abrupt halt. My heart thundered in my ears. Slowly, I raised my eyes.

Chris stood in the doorway, distractedly rubbing the fingers of his right hand.

***

Adjusting to the dark, I was sure I could make out relief in his eyes. Certainly, they began to smile again, along with his lips. “In that case, do you want to go out?”

I frowned. “Go out where?”

“You can choose,” he said dryly and I understood. Although the blood rushed through my body and into my neck and face, somewhere, I wanted to laugh.

“You mean like a date?”

“Dating, stepping out, courting, whatever…wynching, they say in Glasgow.”

“Wynching?” I repeated with a mixture of fascination and distaste.

“Don’t dodge the question.”

“I’m not,” I protested, not quite truthfully, for I had no idea what to answer, what I wanted to answer. “I’m just struggling to believe you are asking me out on a date. Considering our past…” No point in ignoring it. We’d had one wild, naughty time, no doubt far wilder and naughtier than if we had ever planned to see each other again.

“Well considering our past, it seems an even better idea.” His hand came up, touched my hair, my cheek, so lightly that I shivered. “Ellie, you were the best fuck I ever had, but I never knew you. I’d like to.”

Gasping, I caught at his hand, pressing it to my cheek without meaning to. “Was I really?” I whispered.

Silent laughter shook his shoulders. “By a mile. Come on, let’s do it properly, drinks, theatre, dinner…I’ll call you.”

I said breathlessly, “All right.”

My whole body burned. I didn’t really know why. Lust, certainly, but something else I thought might be embarrassment.

Chris smiled. “Kiss me good night, then.”

I lifted my face mutely, lips already parted. Relief and anticipation flooded me as he took me loosely into his arms and bent his head. God, I remembered his kisses, I remembered them so well and this afternoon seemed to have rekindled my short but intense addiction to them. Oh yes, this afternoon had been sweet…

And the morning terrifying. For a moment I froze with the memory, with the vision of Chris as he had been then, violent, crude, uncaring. Here, in the dark, how could I tell the real Chris from whatever demon possessed him? What if we were wrong and it wasn’t tied to the house at all? Would I be lucky enough to escape it a second time?

His eyes seemed to glitter as they came nearer. In fresh panic, I realized I didn’t actually know Chris very much better than I knew “it”. And yet I wanted his kiss, I wanted it so badly I’d risk the demon.

My lips actually trembled and then his warm mouth covered them, brushing, stroking, sinking. That’s how I know. No one kisses like Chris.

I opened for him, touched my tongue to his, felt its long, sliding caress as it twisted around mine. My arms crept around his neck, drawing him closer, remembering the feel of him. It was a long, sweet kiss, full of promise and building passion. Against my stomach, I felt his delicious hardening. His mouth pressed harder too, grew more demanding. His tongue plunged deeper and I was lost. I would have lain in the back seat of the Mini with him. I would have got down and dirty in the gravel. God yes, there was something about Chris!

But just as I moaned and began to writhe against him, he broke the kiss. Though his breathing was uneven, his arms loosened again, holding me only lightly as he touched his forehead to mine.

“Oh Ellie,” he breathed. “It was worth waiting a year for a kiss like that.”

Enchanted, I gave him another, sliding my fingers up through his soft, short hair to pull him closer. His arms tightened around me once more, his hand swept down my back and over my bottom, caressing while drawing me against his crotch. He leaned back against the car door. The feel of his bone-hard cock pressing into me, drove me wilder and as if he sensed it, the hand on my buttock shifted down my thigh, lifting it up and over his hip and I could feel his cock nestling against my soaking pussy. I moaned as his roving hand found its way under my skirt and to my naked leg, caressing up my thigh and inside my panties.

Dragging his mouth free of mine, he groaned, “I have this insane urge to lay you over the bonnet and push my cock right in there…” I gasped as his finger slid through my folds and unerringly found its way inside me for the second time that day. “I don’t care if they’re watching from the window.”

I said shakily, “Then why don’t you?”