“Sherrill Quinn has an incredible way with sizzling erotica that just won’t quit...”—Annie, EuroReviews
"4 Blue Ribbons!...Two gorgeous, but lonely men, on a planet where woman are few, and a woman that loves to be dominated, make Claiming Hannah one hot and sexy adventure. Exciting action and plenty of out-of-control passion quickly captured this reader's attention making for one wildly entertaining read...This is one wickedly erotic read sure to get the pulse racing. Plenty of exciting action and emotional ups and downs make Claiming Hannah by Sherrill Quinn a story everyone will enjoy."--Anita, Romance Junkies
"4 Hearts!...A true gem...and will tempt and dazzle the reader with its passionate sex scenes and exquisite writing...Run to grab Claiming Hannah and be transported to another world..." -Dawn, Love Romances & More
"3 out of 4 Stars!...I enjoyed the hot and heavy sex between Jax and Hannah...The plot flowed well...Ms. Quinn tied everything together in the end. The secondary character Ian Hunter played an important role in the story, providing enough information for a story of his own...Extremely light elements of BDSM are a part of the sexual scenes with Jax and Hannah...I enjoyed Claiming Hannah."--LT Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Cups!...In a very exciting action and heart pumping story, Claiming Hannah throws two very hot men with dominating natures, and one submissive woman all together into a fire. What comes out, is passion and heat that is simple down right jalapeno hot. This is one hot and sexy adventure...that captures the reader’s attention. Lovers are reunited and the joy of mending the past is seen when Jax and Hannah realize what they have been missing in each other after so long. Ms. Quinn does a great job with the emotional factor as readers are taken on a ride with this very awesome story."--Mila Bean, Coffee Time Romance
"5 Angels!...A threesome of two dominants and one sub and the fact that they readily admit to this makes for an absolutely explosive combination. From the minute they are together there is a high risk of self -combustion, and the flames just seem to get hotter as time goes by...Much as both Hannah and Jax are afraid that a relationship based on sexual attraction is doomed to failure, in the end they must trust their instincts and feelings to guide them toward a happy future. And thus, issues of trust permeate every level of this scorching story. There is a prequel, The Claiming, which sounds as if it is just as burn-your-fingers-hot as this one. This reader can only hope there is a third installment on the way it would appear that Ian is set to star in his own show… and with Ms. Quinn in the driver's seat, you'd better come prepared with your flame-resistant outer wear, because it's guaranteed to be smokin'!"--Lynn, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...An incredible story set in a very interesting world...The sex scenes are scorching hot...Quite enjoyable and I cannot wait to read more by Sherrill Quinn."--Vivian, Joyfully Reviewed
...“Hannah?” His raspy voice skittered along her nerve endings like a match to flint and, in spite of getting caught—or perhaps because of it—the gruff sound enflamed her to instant arousal.
Hannah opened her mouth and then closed it. She couldn’t think of a thing to say. She, who was usually the articulate one of the bunch, was speechless.
Keeping hold of one of her wrists, he dragged her around the corner and up onto the porch. Once in the light, he took hold of her other wrist and stared down at her. He brought his free hand up and cupped her chin. His gaze skated over her face. Blue eyes glittered with lust. “Looks like you tangled with a cactus and lost,” he mused and leaned down to press a light kiss on a scratch on her cheek. “What’re you doing here?”
When she remained silent, gentle affection turned to hard suspicion. “What’re you doing here?” he repeated. He shoved her hands behind her back, wrapping one big hand around her wrists. The position made her body arch. His gaze went to her breasts, and the heated passion in their depths flared.
Her womb clenched at his show of dominance. She gave her head a mental shake. She wasn’t here for this. And, seeing how he waited patiently for her answer—not patient as in a teacher with a student, but patient like a predator stalking its prey—she inwardly cursed. No one had prepared her for this type of situation. What could she say? I was out for an evening stroll—in the middle of nowhere—and got lost?
Nope. That wouldn’t work.
My ship crashed?
I stole your cattle?
His hands tightened on her wrists.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you? That’s why you’re here. You’re one of the rustlers.” He bent her back slightly, his face coming within inches of hers. “You shot Ian.”
Her eyes widened. “No!” Okay, that was a lie, but no way was she going to admit she’d injured his friend.
“I think you did.” Without warning, he stooped and folded her over his broad shoulder like a she weighed no more than a bedroll. As he straightened, she tried not to notice the smooth, supple skin of his back or the flex of the muscular ass covered in jeans, but it wasn’t easy to ignore so much sexy maleness within pinching distance.
Struggle, you nitwit. Hannah bucked against his shoulder. A big hand smacked her butt, startling a shriek from her. Her body liked that big hand on her ass, because her pussy slicked with cream.
He strode to the door and opened it, carrying her inside. “Ian!” he called out. “Look what I’ve got.”
Jax set her on her feet. From behind her, he immediately clamped that broad hand around her wrists, holding them once more behind her back. Ian came out of the other room, a towel draped around his lean waist and another one hanging over one tanned shoulder. His dark brown hair was damp and tousled, his skin still moist from his recent shower.
Green eyes narrowed on her face before his gaze swept up and down her body, taking in her black clothing and boots. “Well, well.” He looked at Jax. “Seems to me you said something about someone’s ass being yours?”
“Mmm. You’re right. I have been talking about discharging my weapon to get him—or, rather her—to talk, haven’t I?”
“Listen, guys, you have the wrong idea…” Hannah trailed off as Ian came closer. His stride was loose-hipped. God, he was sex-on-a-stick, a stick that tented the towel he wore.
He brought his face close and whispered, “I don’t think we do, little thief.”
“You tell me where my cows are off to, and it’ll go easier with you with the authorities.” Jax spun her around to face him.
Ian grasped her wrists, keeping them captive behind her back. He moved in, the heat from his body covering her like a living blanket.
Hannah couldn’t tell. It’d be handing a death sentence to the defenseless bovina, not to mention jail time for her friends. Clamping her lips together, she shook her head.
She felt a momentary unease. But in their encounter a year ago, Jax had been dominant but gentle, so she had no fear he would hurt her. Ian was a wild card, but she couldn’t believe Jax would let him hurt her, either. Deep in her gut she knew she was safe.
By the lust in their hard faces, not out of danger completely, though. She fought back a shiver as her arousal ratcheted up another notch...