Agent in Training is an erotic, action filled tale, of what can be done when people do the right thing despite whatever the consequences may be. It is both sensually captivating and true to reality.
Russia can be a cold hard place, but through a series of circumstances, one lone American agent finds himself in possession of an amber gazed Russian girl the likes of which can only be described of as rare. Two shattered souls unite to make a whole and fill in the pieces that both of them are missing, but will their union be allowed to last or will it be shattered apart just like their pasts?
He is an agent for an organization that seeks no glory as it dispenses out justice in a way many would call as vigilante, but to the helpless and innocent it seems like the purest form of hope in the darkness of a world that preys on the weak and destroys what is truly beautiful.
She is a girl once sold into slavery, but never broken by it. To survive as she has done has required faith and the reality of the future gained in the arms of a man of mystery is an answer to all the hell she’s had to go through to reach the day that she once more can choose to say, ‘Yes’, or ‘No’.
Journey with Rorian and Sonia from the cold Moscow despair laden streets to the sunny shores of Spain only to find purpose in the freedom to be found in Mumbai India, when a great evil is put down for the count. Agent in Training is the beginning tale of a series entitled The Agents that tell the story of the individuals behind the scenes who fight the wars for justice and righteousness, so rarely seen by the majority living on the surface of what is often a falsely perpetuated reality. The truth is reality is harsh and in order to save some there must be those willing to risk everything and this is their story.
Warning Erotic Excerpt:
We both groaned as she came to be seated with finality upon the full length and breadth of me within her. Groaning out my name she arched her back and her full breasts lifted even as she tossed her head back and began to grind her pelvis down onto me.
Her slim hands slid up her moon highlighted torso only to cup each of her full breasts. Groaning, I watched as her hands held, lifted, pressed together, the most beautiful pair of silken breasts I’d ever seen.
She was putting on a show for me and I loved it!
Her head came up and she looked down at me smiling. She let one hand slide free from a breast and placed it on the bed beside my head. Now leaning over me and blocking out the moon I saw the dim outline of her hand lifting her other breast to me as if it were an offering.
I took it and I felt her smile as my teeth grazed over her nipple. Taking both my hands, I took possession over both of her breasts and pressed my face against them.
There was no comfort on earth that could compare with the warmth and tender feel of what I held, felt, suckled, and kissed. She proudly remained arched over me letting me do all or anything I wanted with her.
I could tell that she no longer regarded her body as hers. She’d given it to me and my pleasure was her desire, only it was she who was moaning.
She moved up and down upon me faster and then cried out and because I loved to see her experience passion I nipped at her one nipple gently. Her cry of beginning orgasm exploded into an outpouring exclamation of passion, even as I felt the length of her sheath convulse about me tightly.
The strength of her orgasm threatened to milk the seed right out of me as if it had been designed to do just that, but I held on to my seed and her nipple. Crying out in utter completion she started to slump down on to me and I kissed her nipple goodbye.
She may be done in with passion, but I was not. I rolled and took her with me.
Luckily I stayed inside and with her face now bathed in moonlight I watched her say, “You’re amazing!”