Rebecca Summers enjoys pleasing herself with the curtains open. When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more.
Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way.
Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.
OK…..um, WOW!!! This book was my FIRST book in the paranormal/fantasy genre…..and it was a great intro. Will I read more in that genre? Probably, most likely not…..but I do hear rumblings that NJ Cole will be writing another book for Oliver and Rebecca. And I will be the FIRST in line to get that book. Why? Because this one was orgasmic!! It was a beautiful love story that was HOT!! It had me coming back for more. I couldn’t put this book down……I was actually intrigued. I do not read paranormal/fantasy books…..never have, never thought I would. I really enjoy erotic and romance books……but this one had it all. It really did. Not knowing what is involved in this genre, I really did go in with blinders. I am so very glad I didn’t have a biased opinion that could have swayed me…..open mind, and WOW!!
The opening of the book totally hooked me from the moment I read this:
“That was beautiful, butterfly.”
Those were the words the caller had used last night. Just that one statement, and then the line went dead. It had obviously been a wrong number, but still, the timing of it unnerved me.
I’d just finished masturbating, and not one minute after I had come down from my high, the phone rang.
Maybe it was the deep voice that spoke in only a whisper, sending chills up my spine. Maybe it was what he had said, as if he knew what I had just done. Whatever it was, it had me tossing and turning all night.
I was so drawn in by that intro that I read this to my husband out loud……he even thought that it was a great intriguing opener for the book. (He isn’t a reader!!)
This book was hot from the get-go. It very definitely was erotic….which is one of my favorite kinds of stories to read. I enjoyed the twists that NJ added to it to make it intriguing and easy to follow. I *loved* the romance behind it. It truly was a beautiful love story. I loved how deeply affectionate and protective Oliver was over Bec .
Bec was a gal that ‘enjoyed’ herself….quite often. She knew what she liked and made sure to take care of herself whenever she needed. One night, after a particularly pleasing time, that phone call came, and that changed everything for her. The calls started to come regularly….she found that this “Man” was able to take care of her from afar, and she craved it. The sound of his voice on the phone soothed her, she ached to hear from him nightly before bed, she found herself wanting to perform for him and please him. She was falling in love. She just didn’t know WHO he was……
Oliver was a Bocaj…..a very superior species that could see better than humans, smell better than humans and could move with superhuman speed. Oliver didn’t know what it was about Bec that he was drawn to. He had a fixation on her and wanted to enjoy her. He loved her smell the most……the smell of her arousal. It was intoxicating to him. He craved that from her until that want became a NEED. Now he searched for the understanding of how he could make Bec ‘his’ and not hurt her. He needed her…..he wanted her in every way imaginable. The love that he felt for her was pure, primal and RAW. He was determined to find a way to make Bec his mate, but he also needed to protect her so he didn’t hurt her. He needed to be taught ‘how’ to make love to a human…..to become one with her…..his beautiful butterfly.
After spending many amazing and loving nights together, he finally asks her what she wants….and she tells him, she wants him. Only him. To feel him. To have him. To love him.
“And you want to feel me inside of you. I have brought you countless orgasms. Why is that so important to you?”
I heard her heart beat wildly in her chest.
“It is important to me because then I will feel like I am completely yours. That you have claimed me as your own, and that we have become one.”
In an effort to not give away too much of the story, I will say this. If you don’t think you will like Paranormal/Fantasy, give this book a try. It is so erotic, so loving….so very sexy, it was panty melting HOT!!!
*****5 Out Of This World, super steamy stars!!*****
There I was, nearly twenty-four hours after the mysterious phone call, lying in bed with my favorite toy at my fingertips. I masturbated almost every night. Though I didn't always pleasure myself in the same way or use the same toy, I usually did it in my bed with my curtains wide open. I guess you could say I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I lived on the fourteenth floor of a large apartment building where the western wall was entirely made of glass. Now, I'm not crazy. Though I liked to fuck with the curtains wide open, I kept my lights off. I could see out, but no one could see in. It was erotic, yet safe.
The first time it happened was an accident, really. I’d been sitting in the living room reading a romantic novel, and my hand slipped up into my shirt. My fingers lazily played with my nipple, rubbing and gently tugging while I read. I’m not sure how long I was like that, but when I looked up, it had grown dark outside and I realized that anyone could see right into my apartment since I had the lights on.
I pulled my hand quickly from my top and glanced around nervously to see if any of the people in the apartment building across the street had seen me. As I scanned the apartments, I saw a man quickly turn and look away. There was an obvious bulge in his sleep pants.
I should have been upset, mortified even, but instead, I felt wetness gather between my legs. I ran to the shower to wash away my shameful response, but ended up pleasuring myself under the scalding water, imagining him masturbating while watching me.
For weeks after that, I’d imagine different guys watching me finger fuck myself while I was in the shower. I imagined being a stripper at a club where men would get aroused by my dancing. Hell, I even imagined being in one of those peep show rooms I had read about, where women have sex and men pay to keep the curtain open. I imagined it all.
Yet imagining wasn’t enough, and though I didn’t have the courage to actually do it, I compromised by masturbating with the curtains open and the lights off. I knew in theory that people couldn’t see me, but I could see them, and that was hot.
I’d been doing it for over a year now, and I loved it each and every time. That guy I’d seen watching me the first time had moved out a while back, but it didn’t matter; it was the idea that someone—a complete stranger—could be watching me that got me off.
As I lay there thinking about all the people in the apartments across the boulevard from mine, I let my hand slip up inside my top. What if the call last night hadn’t been a wrong number? My nipple got hard beneath my fingertips at the mere thought. What if there had been a man actually watching me? I gave my sensitive skin a gentle tug. What if he was watching me now? I tugged harder, moaning in pleasure.
It had been over two years since I'd had a boyfriend, and at that time, I had no idea what I liked in bed.
Since then, I'd learned a lot about what I liked from pleasuring myself. One thing that I seemed to love was a bit of pain with my pleasure.
My other hand moved lower and slipped in between my slick folds. I groaned in pleasure. I wasn't surprised that my fingers found my clit slightly swollen, or that within a minute, it was throbbing. Like I said, I know what I like, and imagining this man, my caller, watching me was definitely helping.
My fingers picked up the pace, and the gentle rubbing of my clit turned to rapid flicking and finally to rough tugging of the over sensitive bud. I grabbed for my toy and clicked it ‘on’. Without playing around, I thrust it into my dripping pussy. I began pounding it into myself, causing my back to arch and a light perspiration to cover my skin. I felt my climax start to build, and I slowed my pace to drag it out a bit longer. After a few more torturous minutes, I fell over the edge.
I lay there panting with a cheesy grin on my face, enjoying the post orgasmic high. Lazily, I glanced over at the phone. See, nothing to worry about. Just as the thought popped into my head, the phone began to ring.
I considered not picking it up, but I'm not a coward. I took a deep breath, slowly picked up the receiver and brought it to my ear.
"That was beautiful, butterfly."
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About the Author:
NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.