"Ever wonder what the Sixties were like? In Good Vibrations, Lyndi Lamont captures the essence of those turbulent times from the viewpoints of two archetypal characters, a wounded soldier newly home from Vietnam and a young woman involved in the protest movements. When these two board the same train, attraction is immediate. They soon agree to make love, not war. The result is some of the hottest scenes a reader will find on wheels! This story jumped off the pages to touch my heart, take me back in time, and make me reach for a cold drink. For a sexy time machine, Good Vibrations is definitely 'where it’s at.'"—Deirdre O'Dare, best-selling author of Pickup Man, To Protect and…Seduce?, and Treading Dangerous Ground
"4 Cups!...One awesome read. From the beginning, this page-turner hooks the reader and does not let go, exhibiting the deep restless emotions of Joe and Sunny. I was captivated by the movement of the storyline in the way Lyndi Lamont relays a story that flows smoothly and engages, while developing the desire of these two remarkable characters. Joe and Sunny’s actions begin like a percolator starting out slowly then intensifying as the brew only becomes stronger with some scorching effects."--Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
"Blue Ribbon Rating! 4 1/2 Ribbons!...Lyndi Lamont captures the emotional upheaval of those on opposing sides of the war in Vietnam...Joe and Sunny are so different that I thought that there’s no way they’d make a good couple but as I read I realized that I couldn’t be more wrong. Their agreement to give peace a chance sets a wonderful tone for the whole train ride with hot love scenes that practically jump off the pages. It’s once they arrive in Chicago that their differences become an issue and they have to decide what’s truly important to them. Will they be able to find a way to make the peace between them last while the rest of the country is so at odds?"--Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
...Hands on her hips, he pulled her close and lowered his head to take one nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped, gripping his shoulders.
He tongued one nipple, used his left hand to play with her other breast, while his right hand explored the soft skin of her thighs. He cupped her mound and felt the wet cotton between her legs.
He lifted his head to look at her. “Where do we go from here? I don’t have any rubbers.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m on the pill.”
Relief washed through him. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return. He wanted her—badly.
She reached out to unbutton his shirt. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. Shoes and socks came next. He stood to remove his pants, but froze after he’d unzipped them and started to push them down. He hated to have her see his scars.
She touched his arm. “What’s wrong, Joe?”
He faced her. “My leg is so ugly. Scarred.”
She stood and took his face in her hands. “That doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you came home safe.”
He dropped his pants, letting them settle around his ankles, and pulled her close for a kiss. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve such sweetness, but he wasn’t going to push it away.
When the kiss ended, she ran her hands over his shoulders and arms, then down his chest, tugging at his chest hair. “You’re so strong,” she said admiringly.
He couldn’t stop a proud grin. He’d worked hard to keep his upper body in shape while his leg mended.
Her hands dropped lower, unsnapping his boxers and pushing them down. His dick sprang free, and she took it in her hands, caressing it. When he groaned his pleasure, she dropped to her knees and took the tip of his cock in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue over the sensitive head. His hips bucked and he nearly lost his balance.
Sunny released his cock and steadied him with both hands on his hips. “Steady. Maybe you should sit.”
He sank back on the seat, inwardly cursing his weak leg. But Sunny didn’t seem to mind. She turned her attention to his bad leg, caressing it with her hands, then tracing his scars with her mouth and tongue. A shudder passed through him. He couldn’t stand much more of this torture.
“I want you now, Sunny,” he said through gritted teeth.
She laughed and rose to her feet. God, she was beautiful. All smooth ivory skin and womanly curves. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pushed them down so he could see her mound, covered with red springy curls. She stepped out of her panties and straddled him again, this time skin to skin.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he wanted this to be good for her. He reached between her legs, along her pussy, wet with her juices. When his thumb grazed her clit, she gasped and gripped his shoulders tighter. He slid one finger inside her vagina, then another as she relaxed and opened for him.
Grasping his dick, he guided it inside her as she slowly lowered her body, engulfing him in her wet heat...