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Reviews
I was totally blown away with this story. The author has
the ability to weave several stories into one without taking away the
readers interest in the main storyline. I loved how the stories were
wrapped up towards the end, tying all the characters together. Twin Games
kept my interest with strong characters and a suspenseful, fast flowing
plot. Twin Games features some great sexual fantasies written very
erotically and I can’t wait to read more by this author.
Overall rating: 
Lisa Freeman/The
Romance Studio
Wow! Sexy, sassy
and outstanding! Jam packed with more sexy hunks than you could shake a
stick at Tonya’s newest in the series just makes it better. Jason and
Jackson are hot, good thing playing with fire is a fireman’s specialty.
I can’t wait for the next in the series. Secondary characters give a
long desirable list of choices. Keep them coming Tonya!
5 Stars Melisa /
Euro-Reviews
Oooh Baby! Twin Games is one smokin’ hot
story. Ms. Ramagos has a willing combination here, a strong
independent woman, a sexy firefighter and then she threw in a conservative
twin. Did I mention identical, hot twin? Adding fuel to that fire is
the danger that seems to be stalking Angelina. I found Twin
Games to be very well written, including not only a strong plot
line but as well some super spicy, and funny, erotic sex scenes.
I have quickly fallen in love with the Silver Springs folk and hope to
read more about their firemen (and women). Twin Games
is definitely one of my Joyfully Recommended reads this spring.
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a video of The Heroes of Silver Springs!
Angelina Keaton inherits the Keaton Municipal Airport and someone doesn't
like it, but fires and tampered airplanes aren't enough to make her sell
the family business.
But she can't save the airport without help. She finds that help and a
whole lot more in the Graham brothers.
Firefighter Jason Graham loves games. One look at Angelina and he knows
he's found the perfect playmate. But someone is playing a different game
with Angelina and it's turning deadly. Jason is no investigator but his
twin brother is. Who better to call in on a mystery than an FBI Agent?
Put FBI Agent Jackson Graham in the middle of a case and he's in his
element. Not one for games, he prefers the direct approach and
straightforward solutions. But when he finds himself in the middle of a
game between his brother and Angelina, he decides playing along just this
once could be fun.
Excerpt
Jason
had crept through the living room, silently followed the sounds of ragged
breathing and quiet noises of pleasure that grew louder as he neared the
end of the hall. And at his own bedroom door, he met the surprise of his
life. The moans belonged to Jackson all right. A Jackson that stood
bare-ass naked a few feet inside the room with his dick shoved down
Angelina's throat.
Jason
had watched them, shock and amazement rendering him speechless. He could
see enough of Angelina to know she was dressed, though from what he could
tell there wasn't much to the lingerie she'd chosen. Sweet Jesus! She
looked like a Goth version of an angel in all that black. Her hand slipped
between Jackson's legs, found his balls as she sucked him and dammed if
Jason didn't feel his own dick growing hard from the sight.
Jackson
said something too softly for Jason to make out, but he guessed it to be a
warning because his brother began thrusting hard and quick, fucking
Angelina's mouth. It wasn't until then that Jason realized his brother
wore a makeshift blindfold. Jackson. Claustrophobic,
don't-leave-me-alone-in-a-small-place, I-can't-stand-the-dark Jackson,
blindfolded!
And
with that, Jason knew exactly what happened. It wasn't hard to figure out.
Angelina had decided to act out his kidnap fantasy but unknowingly got the
wrong brother. She'd probably intercepted him at the station. It wouldn't
be the first time Jackson popped into town unannounced and showed up at
the department at the end of Jason's shift. She'd been there, Jason
guessed, waiting for him, blindfolded Jackson and brought him here.
Jason
had waited until they were through, until Jackson blew his wad down
Angelina's throat, until she leaned back on her heels to look up at him,
until his own dick throbbed in painful jealously, before he spoke. Now,
Angelina stared at him, her eyes huge in her face, confusion her paramount
expression. Jackson's hand flew to the blindfold, jerked it up and off his
head as he shot a look over his shoulder. His eyes closed on a shaky
breath then he opened them as he turned to face Jason.
"Oh,
God." Angelina gasped and fell back on her rump. The move was
definitely not graceful and Jason got one hell of a view of bare pussy
lips—thank you, crotchless panties—as her legs spread on her way down.
Her gaze danced wildly from Jason to Jackson, back and forth, back and
forth so quickly she reminded Jason of a cartoon character watching a ball
ping-pong bouncing around wildly. "Shit," she breathed, the
curse low and full of exasperation. "There are two of
you."
"You
didn't know we were twins?" Jackson asked, and the look he shot Jason
was filled with accusation.
"No.
I had no idea."
What
could Jason say? It hadn't been an important factor to mention at the
time? Jackson lived a good three hundred miles from Silver Springs and
visited only once or twice a year for a day or so at most. Those visits
generally coincided with Christmas and their father's birthday in March.
They were in the middle of August, nearly smack dab in between Jackson's
usual visiting months. Besides, how could he have guessed she would decide
to turn criminal and end up with the wrong brother?
"And
you aren't Jason, are you?" she asked and looked up at Jackson. Hope
and a deep perception swirled in her so expressive eyes.
He
slowly shook his head. "I'm Jackson."
Angelina
nodded. "That's what you meant when you said I had the wrong
guy." She winced and rubbed her forehead. "God, I thought you
were just getting into the role."
"I
take it you got the book?" Jason said and couldn't hide a grin.
Dammit, he was jealous as hell that Jackson got to play out even half of
Jason's fantasy with this incredible woman Jason couldn't get out of his
mind. Jason's dick was pouting because Jackson got the first blow job, and
yet Jason felt this insane urge to laugh.
Angelina
glared at him through long lashes. "Wipe that smirk off your face,
buddy. You are so not in a position to be smiling about anything right
now, funny man."
Yet,
was that a faint twitch Jason saw tug at the corner of her lips? He looked
closer. Yes. Yes, she was definitely holding back a grin of her own. He
looked at Jackson and, well what do you know, he was so obviously biting
back a smile too. Was it possible the three of them could turn this into
something to laugh about?
"Oh
my God," Angelina groaned and covered her face with her hands.
Jason's
heart leapt to his throat. Oh no, please don't let her start to cry. Let
her scream, rage at him and Jackson, throw a few punches even, anything
but cry. Jason couldn't stand to see a woman cry.
"I'm
so embarrassed," she said into her hands.
He
could see that much was true. Her skin was turning a pretty remarkable
shade of red. And not just her face, or what he could see of her face
around her hands. No. This blush began at the roots of her hair and
quickly washed over her all the way to her ankles. He bet if he could see
her toes inside those glossy black heels he would find them blushing too.
"I'm
sorry," Jackson said, his voice soft as he knelt beside her. "I
shouldn't have let it go this far."
She
sighed, dropped her hands, and looked at him. No. She hadn't been crying,
wasn't even about to. Her eyes were dry even if they did seem darkened by
a cloud of self-recrimination. "You tried to tell me. I'm the one who
wouldn't listen."
"I
should have made you listen." He reached out, tentatively at first as
though he expected her to slap at his hand, but when she didn't, he laid
that hand gently on her bare shoulder. "I really am sorry."
And
this was why Jackson was the twin that the women always went for? Jackson
knew how to talk to a woman, knew how to show emotions that were so often
too lost inside Jason to make a surface appearance. Jealousy curled in his
gut, a familiar feeling he'd known most of his life. Jealousy because
Jackson could show so easily things that he could not, and Jackson never
felt embarrassed, or ashamed, or wrong about his emotions.
Still,
it was a form of jealousy he could deal with. He'd lived with it for this
long after all. This jealousy wasn't some new feeling, some new form that
developed from watching Jackson with Angelina. No. As long as he got to
join in next time, he would be satisfied. Wouldn't he? His relationship
with Angelina was sexual. Wasn't it?
Just
like that, Jason knew what to do. Provided, of course, that Angelina liked
this sex game stuff as much as he thought. He pushed himself off the door
frame, walked to her side opposite Jackson, and knelt. He didn't touch
her, not yet. Instead, he rested one hand on his thigh and balled the
other into a fist, placing it on the floor for balance.
"I'm
responsible for at least half of what happened here," he told
Angelina. She slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes curious.
"I told you I have a brother. What I didn't tell you is that he's my
identical twin."
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That
would have been a piece of useful information earlier, Angelina thought as
she studied Jason. God, she couldn't believe this, couldn't believe the
things she'd done to the wrong twin, the things she'd been about to do.
She should be angry, furious as hell at both of them. Yet, as she watched
the mischief move behind Jason's gray eyes, thought of the look that was
both apology and desire she'd seen in Jackson's equally gray eyes, what
she felt was inspired.
How
many women could claim possession of two incredibly sexy men like Jason
and Jackson even if for a short time? She'd begun her little fling, as it
were, with Jason for fun, used it as an escape from the horrors happening
in her life. Why couldn't she continue that fun now with both twins? She'd
always fantasized about being with two men at once. What woman didn't? So
why not turn this fiasco into a fantasy fulfillment of her own?
"I
should be pissed at you," she said, but she knew the smile on her
lips told a different story.
"Yes,
you should." Jason touched her then, a gentle caress of his palm on
her cheek, and she leaned into that touch, encouraging more. "But you
aren't, are you?"
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