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It’s time for the Werewolf Summit and this year it’s taking place in Draven’s Crossing. It’s a huge headache for Vampire Mayor Draven, and Chief of Police Torger. With the issues they’re having with the Council and the fallout of the serial killings both men want things to go smoothly so Torger asks his brother, Urban, to make sure the meetings go well. But this is Draven’s Crossing; what can go wrong will. Bodies start to show up and a drug epidemic hits in the feline shifter community. Two things Urban doesn’t need. When his sometimes lover Nadia is thrown into the mix, things go from bad to worse. Not only is he trying to hide his feelings for the fickle feline shifter but she’s also trying to put some distance between them, and she’s keeping something from him. How can he concentrate on his job when things are getting too personal and Torger is breathing down his neck?
Nadia has finally shown up in Draven’s Crossing after being held for a “talk” with the head of the Feline Shifter Quorum, Zerik. Zerik wants her to go to Draven’s Crossing and figure out who’s making and distributing an addictive drug killing feline shifters and breaking up families. She thought she could get into town, find the culprits and blow out with no problem. Now she’s assigned to help her lover, Urban, with his werewolf problems. Her emotions for him are growing and for a woman who’s tried so hard not to form attachments, she fears her independent ways may have met their match. How can she keep her distance from the one man who could tear down her walls and stomp on her resistance?
Together they must stop the deaths, keep peace in the werewolf community and figure out where their relationship stands before everything is blown apart. Piece of cake, right? Not in Draven’s Crossing.
Urban strode into the room. “Didn’t hear me? I said take off your clothes. Now.” Urban moved with predatorial grace. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him glide forward, smooth and liquid. The soft light of the space illuminated his form until she could see him properly. He wore a black-and-white, checked carnival mask rimmed in gold. His torso was bare, but scars turned his rich golden skin into slices and swathes and a patchwork of healed and not so healed areas. She could see some bruises around his ribs and on his stomach. If he ached, it didn’t show. She didn’t ask him what happened. Nadia never asked. It was their rule. Even if she wanted to know, yearned to ask, had the questions on the tip of her tongue, the words never found their way out. If she allowed her curiosity free rein, that could open a door into her own past, and she didn’t want to go there and taint their relationship. He stopped moving and stood out of reach, a few feet away. Her heart flipped in her chest, and anticipation wove around her veins.
“Do I need to say it again?” He crossed his arms over his chest, showing off the sleeping wolf under a full moon tattoo that decorated his upper arm.
No more stalling, she told herself. Rather than reply verbally, she answered him with actions and stripped off the loose-fitting, Grecian-style chiton she’d appeared in. Only her shoes and the chandelier earrings remained. Through the eyeholes, she could see his green eyes blaze with passion. For a moment she hated the mask that caressed his face and hid his reactions from her. She wanted to trace the contours of his cheekbones, coated in a layer of golden stubble, see his sensuous lips that she’d kissed and nibbled at and yearned to feel in her loneliest hours. Another whimper formed in her throat. A question formed on her tongue, but again she let it fade away. Instead she focused on her body’s reactions to being so close to him once again. Her skin heated, and prickles of fire danced on her arms and legs. Arousal swirled in the pit of her stomach as her pussy throbbed with need. Her clit pulsed with anticipation. She fisted her hands to keep from touching herself. Urban hadn’t given her permission yet. Nadia wished he would order her to do something, anything. She needed this release, if for only a moment.
Urban reached down and undid his fly, much to her annoyance. She’d wanted the honor. Maybe she should give him a little taste of her impatience with a few brushes and accidental presses to his groin. The thick, ruddy crown of his shaft peeked out from between the V that formed at the front of his pants. This time, the whimper she’d been holding back slipped out. She wanted to tease that cockhead, swirl her tongue over the wide cap, and take him into her mouth. Instead, she clenched her fists and dug her nails into her palms. Sparks of pain rushed up her arms and added to the yearning that swirled around her body. Her skin felt too tight as her labia and the skin on her inner thighs tingled with anticipation and arousal.Urban tested her control further by pulling the panels of his pants apart a little more so she could see the start of his thick cock that disappeared into the ink-black leather.
Another sound slipped past her lips, unintelligible to her ears as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed them down until his cock was halfway out. He slipped a hand into the front opening of his pants. She watched the hidden show of him stroking his cock from base to tip and back down again, hiding the full display from her view.
“Want this? Need to taste me as much as I want to eat you out?” He pushed more of his pants down until only his balls were stuck.
She let out an anguished cry and started to move forward, only to stop herself.
Urban tsked at her and shook his head. “Did I say you could move?” Behind the mask, she could see his green eyes darken and harden.
Nadia bowed her head. “No, Sir.”
“Stand up and look at me.” His tone brokered no retort or smartass remark.
She did as she was told. Nadia hungrily watched as he continued to stroke his cock. A single clear tear wept from the slit at the top. With each downward action of his hand, she felt the shadow of his touch against her sex and deep inside. She could feel the ghost of calloused fingers and palms against her sides, her breasts, her back, her ass, her legs, all over until she stood before him, shaking with desire.
“Look at you, so beautiful, every inch of you perfection. I can’t get enough of you.” He moved forward, his cock bobbed with each step. Urban stopped an inch or so away from her. His body heat beat against her skin, adding to her own need. “Kneel and taste what you do to me.”
She sank to the floor and waited for him to bring his cock closer to her lips. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as the heavy throb of need in her womb reminded her that she still needed him inside of her. Urban sifted his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her shoulders. He brushed the tresses back into a ponytail and gripped her hair, pulling back her head before he pushed his hips forward. His cock brushed against her lips. Her tongue darted out for a taste before she swirled it around the thick crest and then took it into her mouth. With a moan she teased the slit, lapping up more of his precum before taking him further inside of her. The heat and width of his cock burned her lips and stretched them to the limit.
He groaned and flexed his hips, pushing more of his shaft into her mouth. She traced the veins that her tongue could reach and teased the sensitive flesh. Her arousal built up with each thrust as her vaginal walls clenched and flexed and fluttered in time with each push. With a grunt, he pulled away from her. “No more; on the chaise, spread your legs.” His voice sounded harsh and torn, frayed around the edges.
Urban produced a condom packet from the pocket of his pants, tore it, and rolled it onto his flushed cock. His chest, shoulders, face, and ears were all red; sweat beaded on his brow and formed a fine sheen over his skin. He tugged off his boots and pants and strode toward her.
Nadia laid back on the lounge and watched his actions with amusement and impatience. “Please.” She dug her nails into her thighs to keep from working her clit and alleviating some of the need that had built to the point of discomfort. She needed release, now, to be ridden hard and fast; there was nothing tender about this encounter. Later, they could take it slow.
He didn’t answer. He climbed onto the chaise, wrapped her legs around his waist, and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. “Hold on, honey; this isn’t going to be sweet, not in the least.”
She thrust her chest out. “Don’t care, fuck me!” Her body was already at the edge without him touching her properly. Her nipples ached, and her skin felt too hot and tight. Every nerve ending was alive and burning with desire.
He didn’t punish her for that outburst. Urban thrust into her in one move. She was already so slick, there wasn’t any resistance. Nadia squeezed her inner muscles around his thick shaft.
“Touch yourself, honey,” he ordered. He paused to grip her hip and dangle her upward while balancing on one hand on the edge of the couch. Nadia ran her hands over his chest, raking her nails over his bright red skin. He let out a deep growl, pulled out of her, and slammed into her. With each thrust, he rocked her body and pushed her further over the edge
until she was clawing at her self-control to keep from coming without him. “Urban.” She moaned and rocked against him as she touched a finger to her oversensitive clit. Shards of fire burst in her gut, inflaming her body until she felt she would drown in fire. He fucked her hard, his cockhead rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust, setting off more sexual sparks.
Urban bent his head and took her mouth in a demanding, possessive, biting kiss. Their tongues dueled as she tightened her legs around his waist. She dug them into his ass. She worked her clit faster and faster until she couldn’t hold back her orgasm. The pressure increased until it burst and overwhelmed her. She stiffened as her nerve endings fired and her muscles shook. Urban continued to thrust into her, drawing ore orgasms out of her until she couldn’t move or think. Nadia became nothing but sensation and pleasure mingled with pain. Urban let out a howl as he came, pumping his hips until he softened inside of her. His breath fanned her face as he gazed down at her, pupils blown wide.
“My, Nadia,” he murmured.
When Raine Bowe volunteers for a sleep study for the extra cash, she didn’t expect to wake in a lab or to be victimized by a mad scientist. She escapes with one objective–to find someone strong enough to wage war with the evil growing inside her.
Ryder Storm is a man with a reputation–the bad boy of his own universe. He doesn’t take prisoners, won’t give into a sweet smile, and doesn’t cut his pack an inch of slack. He knows the desperate woman in his bar is his the moment he lays eyes on her. He’ll give her anything she wants, except the one thing she’s begging for. Death.
Raine enlists Ryder’s help to unravel the mystery surrounding the hours she lost in the lab and to help tame the beast inside her. In their search for answers, the road will lead them to a twisted experiment involving shifters, humans, and the creation of the ultimate Alpha. He’s ready for the adventure and she’s ready for her answers. Neither are ready for the lust that calls down from the mating moon. But a wolf knows its mate, and an alpha will not stop until he or she gets what they want.
The loud hammering of Raine’s heart drowned out the single word bouncing around her mind—and the dogs barking at her back. Their angry growls faded the faster she ran. A little further. Just a little more, and she’d be home free.
Trees swooshed past her with every step she took away from the small isolated facility. She ignored the hospital gown swinging against her legs and the blood dripping down her arms from the torn IVs. Barefoot, the rocks bit into the soles of her feet. None of that mattered. She had to survive. Her life depended on getting as far away from that place as possible.
Inhaling the comforting scent of mud, trees, and the wild, she barely heard the barking over the breeze rustling through the willows with each step she put between them. At any other time, she’d have dissected her reaction to the forest. Not now. And she didn’t stop. No way was she getting captured again without a fight.
Air beat in and out of her lungs in tandem with the pounding of her feet on the rocky ground. Moonlight filtered through the branches overhead, highlighting her path. Her hair caught on the tree limbs, snatching at the loose strands. Some of the hanging vines prodded her arms and stabbed her sides. Her breath hitched, and she missed a step, lurching forward. Something inside her tightened. Her arms swayed and her core muscles flexed. Before she face planted, everything balanced out. She blinked. More scared now than she’d ever been in her life. Something controlled her body and it had reflexes far superior to a normal human.
Moisture gathered in her eyes, blurring her vision. She blinked it away. Panic would only get her caught.
Raine glanced at the moon. It had shifted twice—now in front of her, rather than behind. She stilled. The trees rustled with the wind. An owl hooted. But she still didn’t hear the annoying bay of the dogs.
Ragged breaths beat hard in her ears. A horn’s blare sounded in the distance. Fear and excitement gave her a burst of energy. Cars meant help. She urged her body faster.
Street lights peeked through the trees. Air panted out of her chest. A second car honked, speeding past another. She was almost there. So close. Thank god. She was going to make it.
Slowing down at the edge of a hill, she darted glances around the now quiet street. No people milled about or walked around. Nothing. A big store, one she recognized from the one time she’d gotten lost in the shadier side of town, sat a block to her right. The sudden quiet made sense now. Nothing good happened this far south of Tempting Eats. It was known as the dead side. The thought alone gave her chills. Women went missing…all the time. That had been enough to keep her uptown in suburbia-peace-nation.
She glanced around, searching for anyone who might be waiting for her or even any of the dangerous men her neighbors said roamed the streets, but there was nothing, not a single being. Her feet hit the pavement in a rush. Once across the street, she hid inside a dark alley. The stench of rotting food and piss coated the air with a thick blanket of disease and chaos. Her throat convulsed, and the acidic taste of bile hit the back of her tongue.
Retreating, she took several steps toward the end of the street to a small motel. Its yellow, neon Vacancy sign blinked on and off with a buzz. A man’s yell pushed her to slink into the dark. The sound came from the shadows in front of the motel.
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Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.
As Milly Taiden
Wolf Protector – Federal Paranormal Unit – Book 1
Halloween Heat III – Mate Event
Sharp Change – Black Meadow – Book 1
Caged Heat – Black Meadow – Book 2
Scent of a Mate
As April Angel
A Hero’s Pride
Wicked Valentine – Sizzling Encounters – Book 2
Mr. Buff – Sizzling Encounters – Book 1
Lucky Break – Sizzling Encounters – Book 3
I’m so excited! Today is a release day for me. The third book in the Draven’s Crossing series is out. *Grins* I hope you like it. I have another book or two planned for this series.
Excerpt: Meeting With Draven
Out Now at Purple Sword Publications
Draven’s Crossing: Hidden Diversions
With so many distractions, can they catch a killer before someone else dies?
Their passion may be the death of them…
Werewolf Chief of Police, Torger, is running into walls while tracking the Draven’s Crossing serial killer. No matter what he tries to do, he can’t find the clues needed to stop the terror that stalks the streets of his city. Things aren’t helped by his attraction to dragon shifter, Draven City News Reporter, Isadora Jones. With political pressure and bodies mounting, can he get through all these distractions to the truth before it’s too late?
Reporter, Isadora Jones wants to help with the investigation into the serial killer but Torger refuses to let her. She decides to do it on her own, but her world goes upside down when the killer sets his sights on her. Under Torger’s protection, they start to put the pieces together but will it be too late for them?
Things go from bad to worse when another killer appears. Draven’s Crossing just got a whole lot more dangerous.
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Torger tossed and turned in his bed. He could smell her on his covers. Her scent drifted around the room like an enticing trail he wanted to follow. His skin burned as his muscles contracted. Blood flowed straight to his cock, thickening the shaft. His balls hardened and throbbed with the need for release. With a groan, he rolled onto his stomach. His mind was split into two parts: one half didn’t think it was right to want sex much less have it with so many bodies piling up, and the other didn’t give a shit and needed to feel something good in a world full of crap. He didn’t want to think about anything. He had the All Packs meeting that was coming up after the full moon. His mind was abuzz with thoughts and lists. There were things he had to do and things he had to discuss. Torger hadn’t met with his Beta yet, nor had he met the new leader of the Branson pack after the old one had been ousted. Then he had to make sure that Draven would get the old ones to meet with him about the killer. There was Evanson to deal with, and he didn’t want to think about the shit storm that could come out of accusing him of anything, especially not with the man’s wife dead. Whether he had anything to do with it or not, the public wouldn’t be happy. Muffy Evanson was a beloved figure in the community. If the Representative had anything to do with her death, there would be chaos. He needed to be sure, to dig deeper. Torger knew he’d have to ask Isy to dive into the archives and see what she came up with.
The sweetest perfume drifted under his door. He snorted and sat up. She was near. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. He saw a shadow move in front of his door but it didn’t go to the guest room across the hall. He waited; the seconds ticked by. Each moment like a drip of water on his face, it seemed to last forever and there was no end in sight. He swallowed. His lips became dry as his heartbeat sped up. The jangle of a hand on the door handle rang in his ears. The delicate shells prickled at the musical sound. He waited. His heart stuttered and then crashed against his ribcage in a heavy drum beat. His body heat spiked as his wolf waited. Need coiled in the pit of his stomach. He licked his lips again, hoping, praying for what, he didn’t know. All he saw was that if she didn’t do something soon, he would. And then there would be no turning back. Everything would change for them, and he wasn’t sure how everyone would react or how everything would land.
As the seconds ticked by, her shadow remained at the door. The hand had stopped jiggling. Opening up his senses, he allowed her emotions to wash over him. He tasted the tang of hesitation with the sweetness of eagerness. All of it was tinged with the bright spice of lust. Underneath it all, there was Isy’s own unique natural scent. Not wanting to let the torture for both of them continue, he called out, “Isy, you can come in.”
There was a moment and then the door knob turned. Her perfume and emotions rushed into the room, driving away the stale trail she’d made before. It was as if someone had turned on the sun in his room. Heat poured over him in waves as she advanced into the space and shut the door behind her. Both of them were covered in darkness and yet he knew she stood between the door and his bed. So close and yet so far away as the cliché went. His fingers ached to hold her, to feel the silken warmth of her skin and bury his face in her neck and inhale deeply. Torger’s lips tingled with the need to kiss her, to feel her lips against his and slide his tongue into her mouth and taste her. He wondered what he’d find there. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.
“Isy? What’s wrong?” Torger knew what was wrong but didn’t want to come out and say it. His wolf on the other hand wanted him to get up off the bed, strip off her clothes, bury his face between her thighs and eat her out until she came. His cock jerked at that urge. Heat flared along his skin, flushing through is cheeks, down his throat, and crashing into his chest. Prickles danced along his flesh as his nerve endings came alive. His sense sharpened as his wolf came into play, pushing at its restraints, demanding that they finally get what they’d longed for after so much denial. And he couldn’t move. Frozen by his guilt as his responsibility pushed forward to the forefront of his mind. Pack. Duty. Draven’s Crossing. Those words screamed in his head, and he felt a tinge of shame.
No shame! His wolf cried out and growled at its master’s retreating libido. His skin cooled as his heart went back to its normal rhythm.
“Torger. Shut up. Stop thinking.” Isy’s voice came out as a low, husky command. Just like that, the fire inside burst to life. It went from simmer to all out firestorm as Isy advanced toward his bed. How she knew about the war going on in his head he didn’t know. Do dragons smell things the way other shifters do? The question pushed back some of his doubts.
The bed dipped under her weight, which served to shove back more of the pressure on his mind.
“Can you…” The question caught around a lump in his throat. It had formed when he wasn’t looking. A nervous sweat began on his forehead. He felt large and unsure of himself, like a teenager during his first experience. “Your stress and frustration reeks. It’s time to put an end to that. Your doubts and concerns won’t save the people of Draven’s Crossing and it sure as hell won’t help you catch the killer. Now didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Her hands closed around his ankles. He felt them slide up his legs. The cloth abraded his skin. Even though it was smooth cotton, it felt a thousand times rougher than before. He swallowed again, not used to this side of Isy. Rather than ask, he did as she said and stayed quiet. He didn’t move or even dare to breathe without her say so. His thoughts drifted away with her touch. She ran her hands over his thighs. The scrape of her nails over the cotton intensified his sense of touch. The blunted pain only enhanced his need. Desire crawled through his body as blood thickened in his veins. Her unique aroma became his air. Each gulp sent his head spinning and his mind drifting. He was lightheaded with her nearness.
“You’re going to let me take care of you. I’ll be handling your pleasure tonight. You do what I say and want without a single word, understand?” She placed a butterfly kiss on his stomach, so light it could have been the brush of the wind for all he knew. Her humid breath told him otherwise.
Torger nodded his acquiescence. He let out a yelp when he felt her teeth sink into one ridge of his abdominals. “No. Let me hear you say it. Tell me, yes, Isy, I understand.” She lapped at the pained flesh with quick licks of her tongue. Each lap pulled a soft groan from his throat as the pain turned to pleasure.
“Yes, Isy, I understand. Please.” He reached for her, wanting to bury his hands in her hair and pull her close but did nothing until told to. His alpha male self went to war over giving power to Isy. It had nothing to do with her being a woman or even a dragon. Everything in him was designed to take care of people, solve problems, and yet he was rescinding control to her. He was allowing her to take care of his problem, solve it for him and take care of him. He wasn’t sure how to respond so he did nothing. Curiosity peeked out from the wolf. It wondered how this would go, not in the least bothered by the shift in power.
Once every ten years Orion is let down from the heavens to explore the mortal world below. On his last sojourn he encountered a woman unlike any he has ever known. Despite their passion and growing emotional connection he had to let her go. Now the time has come for another trip to the mortal plane and this time he wants to be with his woman, the gods be damned.
The question is after ten years and an abrupt good-bye will she still want him?
?Oh, powerful and almighty, Zeus, I beg a word please.? Artemis fought not to roll her eyes as another giggle erupted from the blonde on her father?s lap. A groan followed the laughter and Artemis had to keep from shouting at her father to stop playing with his current flavors of the week and listen to her but she was not a child and she did have manners. Sometimes. Artemis resisted the urge to grit her teeth as the fondling continued this time with his hand caressing the groin of one of his new male servants.
?That?s it,? Artemis muttered before she strode forward, yanked the blonde off of his lap and pushed the man away. ?Both of you, out of the room now,? she growled.
She released the wrist of the woman and watched them scurry out of the room.
?Artie, that wasn?t very nice,? Zeus pouted. He picked up a goblet only to scowl. ?I need more ambrosia. Where is that?oh, yes, you sent him away.?
The god glared at her and she glared right back. She didn?t request that he stop calling her that. Instead she let it pass. For now. ?Father, I must insist that if you care at all for Hera?s, feelings you won?t do this.?
She waved her hand in the air trying to find the words.
?Do what? Enjoy myself?? He got up, leaned over the table and poured himself more ambrosia. Zeus sat back down and looked up at her. His bright blue eyes sparkled with untold mischief. Artemis shook her head. He will never learn. She sighed aloud.
?I didn?t come here to fight. I actually came here to ask a favor. I just don?t think you?d understand.?
Artemis turned to walk away when Zeus called out stopping her. ?Don?t go Artie, come, come sit down next to me, tell me what is you think I won?t understand.?
She sighed and made her way around the table. The only seat next to him was one on a low stool. With great reluctance she sank down to find the seat hard and uncomfortable.
?Talk to me.? Zeus made a rolling motion with his hand as he took a sip from his goblet.
?Um, well, as you know father, I have a great fondness for Orion.?
?Yes, I know. What do you want me to do with him?? He peered at her with intense interest which caused her to squirm a bit.
?I would like to reward him with a second chance at life. I want you to send him back down to Earth.? She watched many emotions flit across his face before his features became serious.
?I can?t do that.? Zeus returned his focus to the banquet laid out on the table before him and began gathering food for his plate.
?What do you mean, can?t?? Artemis demanded.
?He?s a part of the sky, Artie. I can?t just pluck him down from the heavens and make him human again. People would notice. He?s a constellation now. Besides that he has two week vacation coming up. He gets those every ten years. Why can?t he just keep doing those??
?I don?t think that?s enough for him. It?s torture for him to get a taste of a life he can?t truly have. You pluck people off the runways of Milan and street corners of New York. Olympus is now filled with mortals you?ve fancied and yet you can?t give one man another chance at life? You could always give him a new body, just take down his consciousness and put it in the new form,? Artemis pointed out.
?Well, Pygmalion, has just made up some new clay that he?s been dying to try out.? Zeus stroked his beard. ?How about this, he takes his two week vacation and if he chooses to stay, he can.?
Artemis stood up. ?Thank you father. If you?ll excuse me, I?ll send your, erm, company back to you.?
Lonely No More, Out Now at Liquid Silver Books!
Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn?t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.
Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?
William leaned against the door of his study and blew out a breath. He closed his eyes and an image of the petite woman sitting on the stairs formed in his mind. When he first saw her walk up with her friend, he had noticed her immediately. While her friend wore a sleek, figure-hugging suit, she wore jeans and an oversized sweat shirt that hid her curves. Black strands of hair slipped from the messy bun atop her head. Not a stitch of makeup decorated her mocha face. Next to her friend she appeared plain, frumpy almost.
He saw no life in her until she walked into his library. Her large brown eyes rounded, light and life flooding them for the first time. He?d watched, enthralled, as she leisurely circled around to take in the whole room. Then he became aroused by the hunger he saw in her eyes. He knew she wanted to start taking books off the shelves, curl up on the couch and read them. For some reason he wanted her to see him like that. It had been so long since a woman even glanced his way with hunger in her eyes.
Over the years he?d had his share of women, but for the first time in his life he wanted to pursue a woman instead of it being the other way around. He should have known better than to date a witch, but had wanted to be with her to learn more about her kind and scratch the sexual itch. It had nothing to do with romance. Now he was paying the price for his callousness.
His reasons had nothing to do with not wanting to be seen in public with her. He simply refused to do anything that she could perceive as him wanting a relationship. She assumed he had had an unusual attachment to his house. He never dissuaded her of her ideas, which was probably why she thought he should be cursed to roam this house and the surrounding property until he found true love, whatever that was. He doubted he would ever fall in love.
He phased through the floor until he was before her. He watched her stand and walk toward the door, open it and close it behind her. He smiled and floated toward a nearby window. Pulling the curtain back, he watched her talk to her friend before they both left. Getting into a car parked in the driveway, they drove off.
?She?s interesting,? a voice said behind him.
Swearing, he whirled around to find his brother behind him. ?Damn it, Deacon, don?t do that. I?m guessing you went around the back and used the door in the kitchen so the women wouldn?t see you?? William became solid, his feet drifting toward the ground until they both touched the wooden floor. Deacon wore black suit pants, a black silk shirt and black loafers, his long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Deacon Moore looked every inch the businessman and heir of the Moore banking empire that he was. Shoeless, William wore worn jeans, a black button-up cotton shirt, the top two buttons undone, his long red hair hung loose, down to his waist.
Deacon shrugged, and headed toward the kitchen. One big bag of groceries sat on a counter. Floating toward his brother, William thought about the woman who would soon own the house. He didn?t want a roommate but knew the house couldn?t continue to go unoccupied. Deacon had told him their father refused to keep it in the family. The only other option had been selling it. As loathe as he had been to allow that, William went along with the plan.
?So, have you tracked down Irena yet?? William asked, hoping he would finally be rid of the curse.
?Nope, she?s disappeared completely. Don?t worry, we?ll find her eventually, and reverse whatever this is.?
?I know you will because you?ve never let me down, not once.?
Deacon gave him a rare smile.
William felt sad for his brother. Deacon had never done anything wrong, not in his whole life. William had always been the screwup and liked it that way. He hated growing up in a house that felt more like a mausoleum than a home. There were rules for everything and perfection was a requirement. William could never live like that, so at fifteen he left home. He moved in with his uncle and from there things went up. He got his first book deal at seventeen and had a best seller by nineteen. He juggled college and writing, and still managed to graduate at age twenty.
He had worked very hard for everything he got, and enjoyed life to the fullest. Now, at thirty-seven, life wasn?t as fun as it used to be. He spent most of his time keeping kids from destroying his property and keeping people from buying the house. He still managed to write, and with his brother?s help, by Deacon passing off all his manuscripts as being found in storage, he continued to get published, but life for him lacked something.
His thoughts drifted to the woman who was determined to buy the house. His brother puttered around the kitchen making dinner for himself while William thought about the current changes in his life.
Then something occurred to him. ?Shit.?
Deacon whirled around. ?What??
?How the hell am I going to live with her when I?m like this? Do I remain invisible the whole time or do I do the intermittent corporeal thing sometimes??
Deacon shook his head and went back to cooking.
With a thought, William pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and sat down. ?And another thing, how?s my body doing??
?Just lying there, nothing rotting off, no smell. It?s like you?re asleep, only no breathing or vitals.?
After the initial shock of seeing his body on the bed, it took William some time to figure out what had happened. He hadn?t seen any white lights, fire or anything for that matter. It felt as if he had fallen into a dreamless sleep and awakened like any other person. The only difference, his spirit had been separated from his body and he was see-through and able to phase through objects. After trying many things, it took him three days to learn how to become corporeal, although he couldn?t hold that form for long. At that time, Deacon had been in the house cataloguing all of William?s worldly possessions, including the unfinished manuscript William had been working on before he ?died.? Deacon had been so shocked to see his brother standing before him that he?d fainted. Once Deacon had come to, William calmly explained things. At first Deacon had been hard to convince, but after mentioning Irena and the spell, things began to make sense and Deacon moved quickly to make sure that William?s body wouldn?t be destroyed.
The brothers felt that Irena hadn?t killed William, but had performed some sort of botched spell that caused William?s current situation. While Deacon searched for Irena, who had just vanished, William went about continuing to write. Five years later, William?s life had some semblance of calm.
Now he wanted to allow someone to share the house with him, the only problem was how to live with her in his current condition. ?Could you do me a favor and find out what you can about the woman moving in??
?Also, why the hell is Dad selling my house for a measly seventy thousand dollars?? William?s eyebrow rose in question.
?Because he didn?t want to give it away for free, and Mom insisted he put a price on the house. You know Dad wants nothing to do with anything involving you. He thought seventy thousand dollars was a reasonable price for your house, everything in it and the land it sits on.?
?So good to know I?m loved,? William said dryly.
?Hey, at least he hasn?t taken your portrait down from the sitting room.?
?Goody, I feel so loved now. How?s Maggie??
?Well, aren?t you the chatterbox today. Maggie is fine, enjoying her European vacation, all expenses paid, of course.?
?Of course.? William nodded.
?So what?s up? What?s with all the questions all of sudden? Normally we talk about your latest masterpiece, business, and my lack of a love life while eating, and then we part ways.?
William shrugged. He didn?t know why he wanted to know all these things. Normally, he had no interest in anything but himself. If he were honest, his encounter with the woman earlier left him craving some sort of human contact; a reintroduction to being a social creature, if you will. He had sensed the same loneliness in her that had gnawed at him his whole life. If it weren?t for Deacon he would truly be alone. ?I don?t know. Something about that woman calls to me,? William said softly.
?I guess I see a bit of my loneliness in her. Things have become so monotonous. Write, scare people, write some more, not eat dinner with you, then go back to write or watch TV. That?s my day in a nutshell. The days just blend together. She?s like me, at least, I think she?s like me.?
?You like her,? Deacon teased.
?I never said that,? William said defensively.
?You?re attracted to her.?
William crossed his arms over his chest. ?I am not.?
?Look at you. You?re attracted to her and acting like you?re five.? Deacon laughed.
?I don?t even know her and I?m not acting like I?m five.?
?Yeah, but you said she calls to you,? Deacon teased again.
?Shut up. So how are things in the banking world?? William asked, trying to change the subject.
?Same as they were the last time you asked. So, what are you working on??
?I?m struggling. I need a sounding board. I?m not sure how this book is going. I like the storyline but it?s very different from what I usually write.?
?Do you want me to read it? I could read it but I?m not sure if I could help,? Deacon pointed out.
?Thanks, but I know you?re busy. Sometimes, I read it over and I start thinking the premise is horrible. That maybe it reads like porn,? William said, disgusted.
?Maybe this woman came at the right time. Maybe she?ll give you some of the insight you need.?
?I don?t know. I have to figure out how to interact with her first.?
Deacon shrugged. ?Very true.?
William sighed. ?I?m going back up to work on the story some more. I?ll see you tomorrow.?
?And I?ll clean up. Good luck with the book.?
?Thanks.? William pushed back his chair and walked away.
Six hours and many starts and stops later, William gave up. He just wasn?t sure what he was doing or if it was any good. He went to his bedroom, shut the door, undressed, got into bed and flicked on the TV. He zoned out after five minutes, his thoughts drifting to his soon-to-be roommate. Deacon?s words echoed around his head. Could it be? Can she help me?
Stacia Allen loves her job and has no desire to lose it. But she?s been ?friends with benefits? with Jason Montano for months? and he?s her boss. And now he says he wants to ?talk? about their arrangement.
Jason has a confession to make. He?s in love with Stacia? and he?s a telepath. To even the playing field, he plans to give her a family heirloom that will let her read his mind in return and also see images he projects. Oh, the sexy possibilities!
Family Heirlooms: With His Mind
All rights reserved.
Copyright ?2009 Selena Illyria
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It was a beautiful day on Orion Delta 5. The view out the window was gorgeous. The sun shone in the pale blue-purple sky as wispy white clouds moved slowly across the heavens. A few hover-trucks made their way overhead as people walked along the busy sidewalks below, toward their destinations.
And Stacia Allen was about to be late. ?Where the hell is it?? She searched frantically through the piles of discarded clothes, managing to find her blouse, skirt, stockings, shoes and panties. She was only missing her bra. She pushed away the pile of men?s clothing and groaned in irritation. She stood and looked around the bedroom. Her eyes landed on the sleeping man on the bed. His pale blond hair spread across the navy blue and silver pillow, one tanned arm thrown across his forehead.
It had all happened so fast last night. One second they were celebrating getting the Olsen Metallic account, the next she and Jason were in a cab with his hand up her skirt. In the elevator he?d pressed her against the back wall and kissed her passionately. They?d finished in his bedroom where he tried to fuck her senseless. Now it was morning and back to reality where she had to go into work and act like she hadn?t been sleeping with the boss for the past three months.
She scanned the bedroom until she finally spotted the red lace of her bra on a bookshelf near the doorway. She walked over to grab the lingerie, ready to stuff it in her purse, when she felt, rather than heard, him behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled the crook of her neck.
?Morning,? Jason greeted her, his deep baritone sending shivers up and down her spine, and tingles to her pussy. Her body began to heat up.
She shook her head. She couldn?t afford to be late. She had an important client meeting. A quick glance at the clock told her she only had an hour and a half. ?I can?t stay. I?ve got Mercer coming in to discuss his account with me.? She tried to tug his hands free from around her waist but he wouldn?t let go. She looked down at her mocha skin against his tanned flesh; they made an exotic contrast. Memories of the night before, him underneath her as she rode him into ecstasy, filled her mind. She bit down on her lip hard to keep focused.
?You can reschedule. Come on, I need you again.? He ground his hardened cock against her ass. She clenched her thighs in an attempt to stave off the dull ache of her sex but it wasn?t working. Her body felt tight. Her breasts ached to feel his callused palms upon them.
?Jason, we can?t do this now. You?ve got meetings too. Please let me go.?
He swore. ?I can?t keep doing this with you,? Jason stated, pulling away from her.
?Jason, can we talk about this later? I have to get home to get showered, changed and back to work before Mercer arrives. I?ll cook dinner and we?ll have a movie night. Okay? Bye.? She jumped away from him, grabbed her clothes and rushed into the living room where she paused just long enough to get dressed as best she could and call a cab. If he was going to end it with her, she wanted to have time to process it and then give him her response. She did not want to have their ?break-up? on her mind when she was supposed to be dealing with a big name client.
This will be a three part blog. First part will be about my new release Snowfire: Party Favors and other books. The second will be about Comic Con and kicking myself and the third part will be asking for opinions and stuff. Ready? Okay, here we go.
Snowfire: Party Favors
Nevada has been working so hard she?s exhausted. Lucian is determined to get her to rest — even if he has to kidnap her and tie her to the bed to do it.
*Author Note: This book contains characters from the Vampiropolis World*
Snowfire: Party Favors
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Copyright ?2009 Selena Illyria
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?Luc, stop, I can?t get up yet. I?m exhausted.? Nevada scrunched up into a ball and reached out blindly for the covers. ?Luc!?
?Rise and shine, oraia, it?s time to get up. You only have two hours to prepare for the party. Come on, get up,? Lucian Sandros urged.
?Luc, I?m tired. My feet hurt. I can?t possibly attend the party. I?m sorry, I just can?t.? She pulled a pillow over her head hoping he would take that as a sign to leave her alone. It didn?t work. He grabbed an ankle and pulled her down the length of the bed. She squeaked and sat up, reaching down to bat at his hands. ?Luc, let go.?
He didn?t stop until her butt hit the end of the mattress. He raised her leg in the air, sliding his hands up over her calf until he was holding her foot. Slowly, he began to move his thumb over the sole, using just the right amount of pressure, neither too hard nor too soft. She moaned as the aches of the day began to melt away under his touch. He didn?t stop there. His hands moved down her leg, massaging her aching muscles.
Heat slowly began to build up through her body. She relaxed and let him attend to her.
?How about this? I tell my mom you?re not feeling well. The Gazette has been working you pretty hard lately. I?m sure she?ll understand. Then you and I go somewhere, anywhere, just the two us, to relax. We haven?t done that in awhile. What do you think??
?Can?t, one of the reporters is sick. They need me to fill in and cover the Winter Festival, Valentine?s Day ball over at the mayor?s mansion, and judge the Magickal Communities? Snowstorm in a Bottle competition.? Lucian growled in frustration and she felt bad. ?I know, I know, I should have said no, but we?re all working overtime at the paper. It?s chaos, and I can?t just leave them.?
?Nevada, you?re working yourself into the ground. I don?t want to see you get sick — or worse — because of this. I?ve tried to bite my tongue but no more. This is the third time you?ve fallen asleep at dinner. The third time. Don?t get me started on how you can barely make it to bed some nights, and others you don?t come home at all. I can?t stand by while you work yourself to death. I refuse to. You?re taking a break and your boss can kiss my ass,? Lucian growled.
*Author Note: I mention characters from the first three books in the Vampiropolis series. If you want to be caught up, please read the books. You can find them here:
I really loved writing this book. At first this book started off as a Christmas story then it changed to a New Year story and then it became a Valentine’s Day story. I have to say I’m not a big fan of Valentine’s Day or Singles Awareness Day as I’ve come to call it but as you can see from my latest releases, I’ve written three books with V-Day themes.
Blood Claim: Prelude also started off as a Christmas story and then changed to a Valentine’s Day story. I was too late for Christmas so V-Day it is. *Grin*
As for Catering to Hayley that was supposed to be a V-Day story. LOL. Of course I’d also planned on doing 5k instead it turned into a 6k story. LOL
Here’s hoping the 7th incarnation of White Russian will behave. So far I’m off to good start.
Comic Con (Finally right?)
Lessons I learned at Comic Con: Plan, plan, plan, otherwise you’re standing there overwhelmed by everything.
Two: Wear comfortable shoes otherwise you’ll land on your ass (or knee in this case) after wearing 3 1/2 inch platform boots for two days straight going on your third. My poor feet and knee. I got a cool rip in my jeans though, at the knee. LOL. So, I’m a bit fashionable, now. LMAO!
Three: Bring a HUGE bag, Free stuff + Plastic goodie bags= rippage and the possibility of your stuff spilling. Luckily mine didn’t rip until I got home.
Four: Don’t go for one day, Comic Con should be experienced for the whole three days. I missed so much! *sob*
Five: My mind went blank, so there really isn’t a five.
I missed the Torchwood panel on Saturday and the Dollhouse premiere, I had to leave early, so by the time I was on my way home it was time for the panel. *sob* I also missed the Chuck panel *sob* and the Amelia Atwater Rhodes signing on Saturday I think and the Svetlana Chmakova along with Melissa DeJesus (I had my copy of Sokora Refugees 2 and a Sharpie all ready).
After getting through a lovely fast moving line to check in we had to head down and then walk across a massive room to head up into the Con. I know it makes no frakking sense cause if you walked just a few feet to the right, there was the Con. All you had to do was walk a little ways over. It made no sense unless the just wanted to herd people into a massive room to give them goodie bags. I still want the big red one I kept seeing. Argh. It was huge and would have held all the freebies perfectly.
Anyway, as I was walking through what I will now call the mile walk (think of the maze line in the bank only with metal poles as dividers and big ass room), I mentioned to my friend that was with me that I wished Flash (aka fabu write Stephanie Burke) had been there. I saw so many cutie kids dressed up and Cosplayers, I couldn’t help but think of Flash. Her costumes are amazing!
Once on the floor it was overload city. Soooo much to see. You started out into Video Game heaven and then moved onto books, Comics, Graphic Novels and Manga! Squeeeeee!
50% Off! I’m kicking myself. I could have gotten a copy of Watchmen which I have yet to read for 50%. Argh! We did get loads of freebies which I will be giving away. When I’m not sure.
I spotted the Sherrilyn Kenyon booth and we made a beeline for it. Such nice people! The person who was tearing out the new posters of the poster book told us to take as many freebie as we wanted. Enabler! I would have taken the whole poster book with me if I could but I didn’t I behaved and grabbed a few posters. And some pictures include one of the big ass Sherrilyn Kenyon banner in the lobby/rest area.
(Part of the booth)
(Banner above the booth)
(Banner in the rest area/lobby, I had to do it in two parts because it was so long and I didn’t have enough room to back up in to get the whole thing.)
This is the view from across the lobby.
Now among the comic book stalls, artist areas and other things were little pockets of venders who sold amazing things. I saw a cute kilt booth with the cutest mini leather kilt (I want it!) and then I saw another booth of handmade leather goods. OMG! Amazing. I asked for a business card but the woman who stood out the booth had run out. Here’s an example of the work.
I saw some great cuffs, purses, bags, etc. I’m wondering how much it would cost to have fingerless black leather gloves made with corset style lace up on the back. (Did that make sense to you? Me neither, I can picture it though. LOL). I’m crossing my fingers that the woman contacts me with a website.
One of the things about the Con was that there are so many people. We, my friend and I were looking for Stella Price and Bianca D’Arc, needle in a haystack. We were supposed to meet them but I think we were too late. I’m hoping they’ll be willing to go in Oct. *fingers crossed* I want to go in Oct along with Anime Fest in Sept. I think Flash said she’d be going to Comic Con in Oct or Anime Fest in Sept. Either way I want to got.
Anyway, those are my craptastic piccies. LOL. Sorry so few. It was a juggle. I had my bags with me. After the Con I immediately leaving to go back to Jersey. Better to have them all with me then make the trek back to get them. My feet were already killing me and I was tired. Next time I’ll try and get more.
I’ll be putting together a list of the freebies I’m going to be giving away. It will be a Scavenger Hunt of sorts. I’ll also take a piccie of my badge and post it.
On a personal note. I’m? hoping to get my first tattoo done. I know what I want too. Just gotta get it all designed. *Big Grin*
So I was talking to my friend Chris/Crystal Marie Green. How Heroes hasn’t been the greatest as of late. There has been some focuse and as far as I can see the only thing worth watching on the show is Sylar and his new sidekick. Does this mean Heroes is doomed? Should it be canceld and come back in a simplier format with less actors? The show has potential, always did but now I’m not even sure Bryan Fuller can steer this ship back on course.
Mondays use to be about Heroes. Now it’s a Chuck lovefest. Don’t get me wrong. Chuck is not some horrible alternative to Heroes in fact its an absolute gem. It’s like one of those chocolate liquer candies. Bittersweet chocolate with a liquer center. You bit into it and get this lovely smooth, lucious chocolate and the warmth and surprise of liquer. You feel so happy, you laugh and then there are the bittersweet moment, but you still love it.? I highly recommend getting Chuck the 1st season and watching it and then getting Chuck the 2nd season when it comes it. You won’t be disappointed.
As far as Heroes is concerned, I’m honestly just watching out a boredom. That is bad. The show itself could solve so many problem Lost style (the first season where you never knew who was going to die on the island). I know I can hear you groaning but it’s the only way. The show is too cast heavy. There doesn’t seem to be a backburner anywhere in sight and some characters serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever. I could bitch and grip and tell you what I think, but I’d love to hear what you think about Heroes and the conundrum that is. What do you think should be done? Should the show be cancelled? Should it pull a 24 and be off air for a year? What?
Also, would you love a column with guest authors who talk about their stories and give you a recipe to boot? I’m thinking of starting one. What do you think?
Okay, I’m running out of steam. I’ll be updating my website later but most of my energy is ebbing away. Laters.
P.S. With His Mind comes out tomorrow at Changeling Press! Don’t forget to use the Coupon Code PRESENTS09 at Changeling Press to get 5% off your order. Hugs.
It’s the anniversary of Kit being inducted into Vampyre society and Rysen has a few sexy plans up his sleeve — one of which is to reenact the first night he and Kit made love. He’s got the mask, had the room made up. The only problem? A misunderstanding with Kit.
Kit’s ready to for a nice lovers’ getaway with Rysen. The inn is almost done, Jessye hasn’t killed Syrus yet and life is good. That is, until she overhears Rysen on the phone sending roses to another woman. At first she’s confused then anger takes over. She’s not going to let Rysen make a fool of her.
Is he going to have to tie her down to unveil his surprise and explain it?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, m?nage (m/m/f), spanking.
Any minute now, Rysen?s heart was going to burst through his chest. Never in his life had he waited so long to go after a woman or been so afraid of the consequences. His spies had reported her every movement, every like and dislike. He knew practically everything about her, and yet it wasn?t enough. He wanted the woman herself to tell him all her secrets. Kit was a decadent treat he couldn?t wait to taste and savor.
There was an innocence and purity about her. He wanted to be careful, to hold his darker tastes back. Tonight he would seduce her, show her the delights that he, and only he, could offer her.
?So tell me, Sen, what do you have planned for me tonight? It is traditional to give the newly inducted a gift after six months of being part of vampyre society.? There was heat in her dark brown eyes. Her gaze stoked the fire burning within him.
The carriage felt too small, the enclosed space was like a furnace. He swallowed as his cock twitched. ?I have several things planned to help you celebrate your induction. You just have to trust me. Can you do that??
He waited for her response, excitement pumping through his veins. The games were really about to begin.
?Yes, I can do that. Could you please take off the mask?? She gave him a hopeful look and he shifted in his seat, the leather creaking with his movement.
He smiled at her and shook his head.
?I wish to see your face. I wish to know what you look like.?
He shook his head again. ?No. This is part of the present I give to you. Tonight, you must trust me. Do you trust me??
He watched her face. Emotions moved and swirled in her eyes, but he saw no doubts or hesitations, much to his relief. He had to play his part, and he would play it in full tonight.
?All right. I trust you, Sen. I put myself in your hands.? She leaned forward, giving him the perfect view of her cleavage. ?Now give me my present.?
He swallowed. His plan was now tilting on its axis as she stared up at him. ?Present??
Kit nodded. ?Present. I want my present now. Make me forget about what I have to go back to when morning comes. I don?t want to think about suitors or men who may or may not be interested in me.?
Rysen felt his control slipping from his hands as he gazed into her eyes. He needed to regain his composure fast. ?I promise you, I will make you forget every last one of them.?
He brought his head down until their lips were only a few millimeters apart. ?First, I plan on kissing you slowly. If you?ll allow me, I plan on undressing you, exploring this beautiful body with my mouth and hands. Do you like the sound of that??
He waited for her answer. His heart was pounding so hard he was afraid it would burst through his rib cage. He had to tread slowly. Rysen was very sure she had never experienced anyone like him. He didn?t want to scare her or make her uncomfortable. Besides, he was in enough trouble as it was with Jessye.
Ignoring the demand of his body to close the distance and kiss her, drag her toward him, and feel her curves against him, Rysen watched her reaction to his words. His cock and fangs throbbed with need. He didn?t want to just taste her blood; he wanted to fuck her until she screamed. Clearing his thoughts, he took in a deep breath and waited for her response.
It didn?t take long. She brought her face closer to his and brushed her lips against his, once, twice, three times. The slight contact fired his blood. Growling, he took hold of her head and held it still. He kissed her with passion, nipping her bottom lip and sucking the plump flesh into his mouth.
His fangs burst forth, pain shot through his mouth, but he didn?t care; the thudding of his heart against his rib cage, the silken feel of her hair against his palms, the light vanilla scent of her were all he knew. Rysen bit down, his fangs sank into her lip, and her blood spilled into his mouth.
In the back of his mind he cautioned himself not to take too much of her blood, only a small taste. Too much would bind them together. He didn?t want that just yet. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the salty, sweet taste of her. Inhaling deeply, he let himself drown in the musky perfume of her arousal.
Her soft cry made his groin tighten. His heart pounded against his chest as need surged through his veins. He sucked harder, drinking more of her blood into his mouth. The fiery liquid rushed over his taste buds. The sweet elixir was the thing that broke him.
He growled again. He used his vampyric quickness and strength to push her against the opposite seat. His body pressed hers into the cushions. Her hands clutched his biceps, her nails dug into the silk-covered flesh. That was all it took to regain his control. Swearing, he pulled back. He licked the last drop of her blood off his lips and bowed his head. ?I?m sorry, Kit. I truly am. I lost myself.?
?Did I tell you to stop?? Her eyes flashed, glittering dangerously. She leaned forward, grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, and pulled him to her.
Her strength surprised him. Then all his thoughts scattered when her breasts pressed against his chest.
He groaned. ?I need to see you. I need to taste you.?
She let go of his lapels and untied the ribbon of her corset. He watched her hands deftly undo the silken strips, pulling the sides of the corset apart to reveal a camisole underneath. He let out a sound of frustration. ?You women have far too much underclothing for my liking.?
Brushing aside her hands, he grabbed the delicate material and ripped it.
She gasped and then giggled. ?You?re very eager, aren?t you??
?To see and taste you? Yes, I?m more than eager.? He pushed the sides of the corset and camisole farther apart, exposing her small, high breasts. In the soft, golden light, her skin glowed. Her dark chocolate nipples beckoned to him. He lowered his head, swirling just the tip of his tongue around one dark brown areola. She squirmed underneath him; her hips ground against his. Her movements fanned the fire roaring through him. He could just imagine what it would be like to feel her body move underneath him as they made love.
He pulled his head back and blew, watching the tip tighten. Again, he circled the turgid peak before taking it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. Her moan inflamed him further. He ground his hips against her, but the friction was not enough. His cock pressed against his breeches, needing to be released.
He scraped a fang over her nipple. She gasped and shuddered beneath him. He transferred his attention to the other nipple. She buried her fingers into his hair, nails scraping his scalp as she held his head against her breast. Arching her back, she ground her hips harder against his. She moaned his name, and that nearly broke him.
The carriage rolled to a stop, and a moment later, there came a tap on the door. Releasing her nipple with a soft pop, he kissed his way upward until he reached her lips. He pressed his mouth to hers softly, then shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to her. ?Put this on. I don?t want anyone to see your beautiful breasts but me.?
She laughed. ?Possessive, aren?t we??
?You don?t know how much. Now hurry,? he murmured. ?I need you, and I can smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal.?
She took his coat and pulled it on, then buttoned it up with deft fingers. He pushed open the door and got out before turning and helping her down from the carriage. In the dim light of the carriage house, he could see her hair was mussed. The silver ribbon was threatening to escape, weaving through the waves and curls that fell around her shoulders. He reached out and tucked a few strands behind her ear, letting his fingers run over the delicate strands.
Rysen watched her body shudder, and smiled. Whatever happened this night, he knew this would bind them together. She had mesmerized him, intoxicated him, and he didn?t want to let go of her. But he had to remain in control. If what he had heard was true, and Ryu really had abandoned his clan, it could lead to an alliance between their two houses, despite Jessye?s obvious dislike of him. Rysen wanted Kit to be his consort. He couldn?t picture anyone else at his side but her.
Kit looked up at him, a question in her eyes. ?Are you going to stand there and let me freeze?? Her lips curved into a smile, and for a moment, he was caught off guard. ?If you?re not careful, I shall need help warming up.?
Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, and she turned toward his touch. He brushed his thumb over her plump lower lip. The flesh looked bruised. He preened at that. I will be her lover. No one else will be with her.
His stomach dropped at the thought, and a shiver raced up his spine. It felt almost as if someone were walking on his grave. Ignoring the sensation, he trailed his hand down, caressing her neck and shoulder, and let it glide down her arm to take hold of her hand. Their fingers threaded together. The feeling seemed honest and right, as if the world had fallen into place. Home.
?Come, darling; let?s go inside so I can warm you up properly.? His voice was surprisingly hoarse with emotion. He started to turn away and head to the door when she tugged on his arm.
?Is something wrong?? she asked.
He raised an eyebrow rose in question. ?No, why??
?Something happened between us, something I can?t name.? Her face scrunched in concentration.
?I?m not sure what you mean.? He knew he was lying, but to tell her what was on his mind would scare them both.
He turned and led her toward the door. Inside, the golden glow of the wall sconces led him upstairs and to his bedroom. He pushed open the door, pulled her inside, and then tugged her against his body. Using his mind, he closed the door and then wrapped his arms around her.
?Ready for your presents??
With a thought, he lit the room. Candles flared to life and bathed them in a soft, warm light. She gasped and looked around her. Rose petals and candles were everywhere. Her eyes wide, she looked up at him. ?Is this all for me??