Copyright © 2008, Christy Poff
Published by Whiskey Creek Press LLC

Reviews For A MATTER OF DECEPTION by Christy Poff

From Chrissy at Romance Junkies - a 5 ribbon review
Christy Poff won't disappoint her readers with her newest book A MATTER OF DECEPTION. From the first page I was enchanted with Adrienne and Seneca's relationship and loved how their feelings for each other gave them the strength to survive their horrible separation. I was alternately horrified and fascinated by Seneca's captivity and the lengths the nemesis went in a bid to ensure he got his own way. Ms. Poff creates heroes you can't help but love and villains you love to hate and storylines that tease while they tantalize. I'm hoping we'll see more of Padraic in a future book. He's so honorable and determined that I'd love to know the type of woman who could capture his heart.

From Fallen Angel Reviews 5 angels and a Recommended Read
Ms. Poff created characters that are warm and caring and I had to find out what was going to happen. Although Ms. Poff introduced the villain right away, I spent the whole book holding my breath waiting to see what he would do to Seneca and Adrienne and how they would overcome the odds that seemed impossible. Page after page there was something new. A Matter of Deception is a definite must read. I will be on the lookout for more books by this author!
Reviewed by: Kim N.

Sample Chapter For A MATTER OF DECEPTION by Christy Poff

Making their way up to Adrienne’s room had been easy. Seneca had found the employee stairwell and took her upstairs the back way. He checked the hallway seeing no one. They ran to her door, opened it and went inside, locking it behind them. Seneca couldn’t wait, pinning her against the door.

Their kisses deeply passionate, the heat between them intensified. His hands slipped under the hem of her little black dress and shoved it up over her hips. Extremely low-cut, thin ties crisscrossed her chest to hold the ruffled neckline seductively together. Seneca loved this dress because of way the neckline draped off her shoulders and the bottom of it caressed her hips.

He kissed her neck, wanting more.

“I want you naked, Blaze,” he groaned.

“Anything, Seneca,” she gasped, his mere touch sending her over the edge in a heated frenzy. While he held her tight against the firm flat door, her hands slipped to his belt and the zipper of his pants, quickly undoing both. His groan told her what she needed to know.

“Do it, Seneca, please.”

Seneca slipped the shoulders of her dress down the length of her arms baring her breasts to his attentions. He took her nipple in his mouth, suckling it before he did the same to the other. Somehow, she freed her arms from the garment and held his head against her breasts. His hot breath on her skin brought on the first of many tiny orgasms, Adrienne melting.

She snickered while Seneca fought his way out of his boots then his khakis and boxers—silk and sexy. He lifted her up then let her body slide onto his, sheathing him in her moist heat. With deliberate thrusts, he took her to another edge. Her dress bunched at her waist, her breasts brushed against his chest driving them both crazy.

With each thrust deep into her body, she gasped. Her breathing erratic, she felt the climax overwhelm her. She cried out his name, groaning as his pace increased. His release near, he kissed her.

“I’ll never get enough of you, Blaze,” he told her.

“Seneca…”

“Light my fire, woman.”

He exploded into her, filling her with his essence—the future maybe.

“Seneca, my God…”

“Take what I have, Adrienne.”

“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes!”

She wrapped her legs around him seconds before he carried her into the room to her bed. They fell onto it, still joined together. Seneca helped her take the dress off then he removed the rest of his clothes.

Adrienne sat up, her body impaled on his cock. She moved up and down stirring his desire more.

“That’s it, Blaze, fuck me,” he urged, squeezing her breasts. He filled her again after her body clenched his and took him once more.

“Let’s elope, please. We can…”

“I’d love to.”

“Please, Seneca,” she begged before screaming his name again.

“I don’t think your mother will allow it.”

She fell to him, spent and happy.

“I know.” She pouted. “I love you so damned much.”

“I love you, too and I want to be your husband, lover and slave till death us do part. As far as I’m concerned, we’re married already.”

“I love you, Seneca, and I want to be your wife, lover and slave till death us do part. As far as I’m concerned, we’re married already.”

Suddenly, he flipped her on her back, lifted her hips and thrust into her again.

“Harder, my husband, please,” she begged.

“Adrienne…”

“Seneca!”

Seneca fell to her, their lips meeting.

“I swear I will love you like this every day for the rest of our lives.”

“I promise the same.”

“Blaze, I’ve loved you for so long. Hell, thinking about living without you makes me physically sick.”

“Same here.”

Seneca and Adrienne met when her father served as a British diplomatic attaché to the Canadian government in Ottawa. When he received a reassignment to an office in Connecticut, Adrienne left Seneca with a broken heart. He went to college at the University of Connecticut in Hartford where he studied international law just to be near her.

Adrienne majored in history with an emphasis on nineteenth century America. They shared an apartment off-campus and basically felt they were married already just without the formalities. Their families could not have been happier about their relationship, waiting for the day they’d announce the date they wanted to make everything official and legal.

After graduation, they rented a house in Greenwich and lived together—happier than ever. They went through everything together including a miscarriage. Seneca stayed by Adrienne’s side, their love growing more. When his parents visited with Padraic, they told everyone they’d set a date—June 12th, 1999.

Once she heard the news, Maureen Hewitt quickly began making arrangements. As with everything she took on, the affair grew to huge proportions.

“Mother, I don’t want big,” Adrienne remembered telling her.

“But we must, dear,” Maureen stated. “Your father’s diplomatic colleagues, the family—on both sides—your friends…”

“But…”

“We want to do this for the both of you,” Maureen assured her.

Adrienne gave up, her mother a very centered woman who always got her way—regardless. She knew all the right things to do and say—an elegant British woman. Lady Maureen Hewitt lived up to her title and position in society—even in the United States where her husband had worked for years with the British Ambassador.

Lord John Hewitt exemplified the British lord. He reminded Adrienne of Patrick Macnee’s role in The Avengers—always the perfect gentleman. Adrienne loved her parents and Seneca’s family, especially his brother Padraic—a huge relief everyone got along.

Now, the wedding would take place in a candlelight ceremony and they’d be happily married—in every sense of the word.

“Where are you?” Seneca asked.

“Just thinking about how gloriously happy I am.”

“Me, too,” he agreed.

She looked at the clock and groaned.

“What, Blaze?”

“You’d better get back to your room before she starts looking for you. Remember, you’re not supposed to be here or see me before the wedding.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You know Mother—she’ll get upset and start…”

“I know, don’t remind me.”

They laughed. Seneca lazily kissed her breast while he slid his fingers into her wet heat. Moments later, he had her on the edge, exactly where she wanted to be.

“Tell me what to do, Blaze.”

He groaned once she whispered what she wanted in his ear.

“Anything,” he said.

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