Isabella Jordan: Author of romantic fiction for women

Cover by Trace Edward Zaber
Copyright © 2007
RUNAWAY TRAIN
Available now 2007 from Amber Quill Press
Delia Strand has had enough of the endless string of loser boyfriends that have come and gone from her life. She hops on a train bound for Baton Rouge and her cousin. Maybe a new life in a new place is just the thing she needs to get her life back on track. More than anything she needs some time away from the dating game.

The sexy stranger who invites himself to her table in the lounge car is the worst sort of luck. Had it even been an hour since she'd decided to give up relationships for a while? This man is not just some player she can easily get rid of. Everything from the rugged features of his face to the way he carries himself screamed confidence, worldliness…Sex.

And he's into some serious voyeurism. Great.

She's wants a break from bad relationships. He's a terrible temptation. This train is out of control…

Reviews:

"A fun and exciting read filled with hot, steamy sex. I never would have thought riding a train could be such fun. I found this story to be entirely different from what I had first thought and was well pleased. I felt for Delia, as I have been in her shoes more than once and Tony is just amazing though so confident it almost seems like arrogance. A quick read but more than worth it, if only to get to know the characters. Ms. Jordan has definitely outdone herself with this one." - 5 cups, Liadan, Coffee Time Romance

"Isabella Jordan's RUNAWAY TRAIN is very interesting. Delia and Tony heat up the train as they go from voyeur's to being the ones watched. Can it last? You'll just have to read it to find out." - Multiple O's, Sinclair Reid, RRT Erotic

"I have to admit that RUNAWAY TRAIN hit on all my ‘hot spots.’ I fully admit I’m far too inhibited to ever engage in anything remotely sexual publicly but there’s something so dang sexy about it that I love reading stories that contain scenes like Isabella Jordan incorporates throughout this story. I found Delia’s status as a ‘loser magnet’ extremely easy to relate to and loved the fact that she’s willing to move in an attempt to change her life. Tony’s bold as brass attitude really drew me to him and I loved that while he was insistent on honestly about feelings with Delia he was never forceful about her participating in anything. This is a couple that I really wanted to see have a happily-ever-after so the ending was absolutely perfect." - 4.5, Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies

"Runaway Train by Isabella Jordan is a short erotic tale that is sure to excite. The chemistry between Delia and Tony is positively electrifying and their interactions are very daring. I enjoyed the fact that Tony wasn’t like any of the other men Delia had met before and that he had an air of mystery about him."

"With Isabella Jordan’s expressive writing, you can feel Delia’s frustration with the men from her past and how closed off it has made her. It makes you hope for her to open herself up again for a chance at happiness. I’m giving Runaway Train 4 Angels." - Tammy, Fallen Angels Reviews

"Isabella Jordan nails it in Runaway Train with what most of us go through when we are single and looking for that one mate who curls our toes, makes us long for him when we are apart, and we mentally do the happy dance when we come together once again. Runaway Train is a hot erotic quick read that will leave you breathless and longing for a train ride of your own, yet it is so typical of her style and her fans will enjoy the ride of their lives. A must read for anybody who loves her work." - 4 1/2 lips, Alisha, Two Lips Reviews

Excerpt:
Delia cradled his head to her chest, and he took his time laving her, teasing her other nipple with nipping bites before soothing it with slow flicks of his tongue. Just as slowly, his hand slid inside the damp heat of her panties and her hips shot out of the seat. She was so ready to come as his fingers searched through the curls at the top of her thighs, delving into the wet folds there until he found the center of her pleasure. Delia pushed her pussy farther into his hand as he began to gently tease the throbbing nub of her clit. He built the unrelenting throb there like he was stoking a roaring fire, and she knew that soon the flames of her desire would consume her. Her hips undulated with the rhythm of his fingers and release was coming. She was ready…
“No.”
Delia was beyond words when he stopped. He pulled his hand free of her pajamas, his mouth leaving her breast. What was this? He wasn’t just playing with her, was he?
With his fingers, he smeared her own juices across her lips. Her own private scent filled her awareness.
“How sweet do you taste, Delia?”
She didn’t have time to answer. His mouth claimed hers again and he groaned low in his throat as he licked at her lips, stroking his mouth over hers.
“I want more,” he whispered into her mouth.
Without warning, he moved off the seat, turning her so that he was kneeling before her. With his hands, he pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off in a single swift motion that caused her bedroom slippers to fall lightly to the floor. The leather of his jacket felt cool against the back of her thighs, her calves, as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.
Oh, yes. She wanted his mouth.
Tony leaned forward and nuzzled against the dark red curls covering her mound. When he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, her orgasm claimed her with blistering intensity. Her high cry rose from her lips before she could prevent it as the climax made her body pulse and shake. Her hands gripped the table before her and the back of the seat until her knuckles were white as she rode out the furious storm of sensation. All the while Tony kept his tongue on her clit, barely moving, but just enough to push her release to an impossible fever pitch. With his strong hands he held her thighs apart, leaving her vulnerable to whatever he wanted.
When the spasms finally began to ease and slow, he stopped to smile at her seductively.
“Can I get started now?” he whispered.
Oh yeah. She was going to die from sheer pleasure.
With his tongue, he began to stroke along the soft folds of pussy. Now his face was buried between her legs doing wicked and wonderful things to her. Her relief was short-lived as he slowly began to build the powerful sensations within her again, only now it made her want more. She wanted his cock now, wanted him to fill her. Delia wanted him to fuck her for hours, until she thought she’d never be free of him.
Instead he was slowly torturing her. Delia speared her fingers into his dark hair and held on, listening to the wet lapping sounds as his busy mouth tasted and tormented her. The mind-blowing pleasure of his long tongue as it began to dive into her opening, fucking her like a cock, nearly pushed her over the edge again.
That’s when she spotted the man watching them through the window of the door right in front of them. Her heart nearly stopped before panic sent her into frantic motion.
“Tony!”
“Is it an employee?” he asked, his voice muffled against her pussy.
What kind of question was that? Delia fought him, but desire and his strong hands kept her right where she was with her thighs spread and his head between them.
The man peering into the window wasn’t wearing a uniform. His eyes met with hers and again a wave of panic washed over her.
“Tony—”
“Is it an employee? Man or woman?”
“No… Man…”
Tony continued to tongue-fuck her and the man in the window continued to watch him do it. Delia could have reclined in the seat so she couldn’t see the voyeur, but realized that it excited her he was watching. It pushed her even closer to another orgasm that was promising to be more powerful than the first...