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I Heard Your Voice by Tanith Davenport is a fast moving novella that ends before you’re ready – but will stay in your memory for a long time. The characters are delightful with vivid details of their appearance and mannerisms described so perfectly that I could close my eyes and visualize each person.
While this is a short novella, it’s packed full of action, angst and emotional conflict. I love ghost stories and I Heard Your Voice might very well have earned a place at the top of “My Favorites” list. It has enough human drama to transcend the spirit world while adding believability to the plot.
The story revolves around Tamar Steele, a young woman working for a financially strapped paranormal investigation team. She also serves as assistant to their egotistical medium, Reed James. Reed practices a pre-investigation ritual which involves a “quickie” in the back of Tamar’s car. Their romance has long since faded and she only tolerates his actions because the team can’t afford another medium.
Her investigative team member, Jason, is falling in love with her. He hates what is going on but refuses to reveal his feelings – until one night when Tamar starts singing during an investigation and attracts a very sexy spirit who decides to play matchmaker. But only after teaching Tamar a thing or two along the way.
The only complaint I have has nothing to do with the writing. The cover art in no way offers a visual representation of the story, which could affect readers who “judge a book by its cover”.
I Heard Your Voice is a fun, sweet, romantic tale filled with lots of hot sex. This is my kind of erotica . . . a story that could stand on its own without the sex. But thank goodness Tanith Davenport decided to leave those wonderful passionate scenes in tact because they’re much too delicious to lose!
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Number of pages: 68, Word Count: 20,000
Cover Artist: Posh Gosh
The car park was deserted, shadowy. They crossed to the left-hand corner, not speaking, not touching. Tamar unbuttoned her coat as they walked and let it hang open as she unfastened her jeans. As she unlocked the door, she heard a rustle behind her, but didn’t turn round. That would be Reed retrieving a condom.
Opening the rear door, she threw her coat into the footwell before climbing inside on all fours. The seat bounced beneath her as Reed crawled in behind her—then the car rocked slightly with the slam of the door.
She felt his hands tug at her waistband, taking her knickers with it, then his warm weight was on her back and her thighs parted automatically as she felt him enter her on the first thrust.
“Oh yeah,” Reed breathed in her ear. “So tight.”
One of his hands slid under her sweater, pushing her bra upwards to caress her bare breast. Tamar gasped as his thumb ran over one pebbled nipple, the sensation sparking something inside her. She ran her hand down her body to the fork of her thighs, already wet, and toyed with her soft folds.
Reed groaned, his movements quickening, his hips crashing against hers with every thrust. Clutching at the seat, Tamar pressed her fingers to her clit, moaning, her pleasure beginning to mount. She dropped her head onto her arm, muffling her cries in her sleeve as her body jolted under Reed’s, his voice echoing inside the car, oh God and yes and fuck and she was so close, so fucking close—tingling, aching, needing, yes—
“Oh!” Reed gasped and tightened his arms around her, crushing her to him. Tamar arched and groaned, grinding out her own orgasm against her hand.
For a second they were still, both trembling with aftershocks.
Then Reed let Tamar drop heavily onto the seat, rolling himself into a seated position. Tamar shifted onto her side and watched him peel off the condom—unceremoniously dropping it onto the floor – and swiftly re-fasten his jeans before closing his eyes and touching his index fingers to his temples.
“Yes. Oh, I am on fire tonight.” He raised a fist in the air in triumph. “Go me!”
Then, without another look or word, he opened the car door and was gone, slamming it behind him with a force that rocked the chassis.
Rolling onto her back, Tamar pulled up her knickers and jeans. She cast a glance of distaste at the leaking condom and climbed out of the car, wincing slightly as another stab of pain wracked her body. Reed’s ritual had done her back no favors.
About the Author:
Tanith Davenport lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and pampered cats. Her interests range wildly between rock music and modern cinema to medieval literature and the language of flowers. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950’s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith’s idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.