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Happy Hump Day! It’s time for a Mid-Week Tease. I’m continuing with Evermore, Descendants of Ra Book 3. Intimacy between Avery and Emeline opens up an avenue of possibilities… and danger. None of which are lost on Emeline.

His thumb stroked her damp folds and slipped between to circle her clitoris. Lust pulsed through her. She cried out, startled by the intensity. He slipped his finger inside, deep as it would go. Emeline rocked back, greedy for more. She rolled her hips and pumped, and was nipped on a cheek for her efforts.

He stretched her, stroked slick walls, priming her for more. She patted the floor, searching for the gold packet.

“Condom.” Avery moaned against her slick flesh. He nipped her again and soothed the sting with his velvety tongue.

“I’m…trying…to…find…one,” she panted.  Her fingers brushed a square foil. She snatched the packet up and passed it back. In anticipation, she listened to him rip the foil open. Any second now, he would fill her, soothe her emptiness.

He flipped her over and scooped her up. She loved a man who wasn’t afraid to handle her. He strode through the apartment to the master bedroom and placed her on his bed. She took a moment to appreciate his body. And what a body. Built for war and made to pleasure a woman. Not an ounce of fat anywhere her gaze landed. He had a heavily padded chest that melded to washboard abs and narrowed to hips. Muscle and sinew chiseled specifically to devastate the female population. Just looking at him made her glad God made her a woman.

The towel fell away, revealing the thick length of him. Her mouth wasn’t the only thing that watered at his jutting erection. HUNG. Yes, capital letters applied.

He came to her with a leonine crawl over the bed and her trembling body to stretch out on top of her. Her legs parted and he settled between her thighs. She loved his weight, the feel of him pinning her to the bed, and brought her knees up to his waist.

“Touch me. I need your hands on my skin.” He said between fevered kisses along her jaw. His black and green eyes pleaded for the contact. The way he gazed at her, longing mixed with lust, he needed her. They needed each other. Emeline wanted this merging of flesh, to feel all of him inside and around her.

She stretched out her hand and the air between her and his tortured skin hummed with anticipation. A vibration started within her and synchronized with the energy radiating from Avery. She’d touched him, lay her palm on his burned flesh. Sifting—the ability to read a person’s thoughts through touch, a skill each Null had to varying degrees—wasn’t a power she ever had, until now.

Being inside Avery’s head, seeing herself as he pictured her left her hungry for things she couldn’t have. Hungry for a life she’d never lead.

Avery captured her mouth in a blistering kiss while he nudged her entrance. Slowly, he stretched her while he sank deep inside her body. God, he was big. Pleasure tinged with a brief spark of pain which faded as quickly as it flared. He filled her so deliciously, so perfectly, as if he were that missing piece she’d always longed for.

He hooked her knees, gripped her rear, and pulled her flush against him. She sobbed and writhed in abandon. A harsh groan rasped from his throat and his hips began a steady rhythm. Each thrust spun a web around her, pushed her toward a towering precipice. The fall from such a height would destroy her soul and leave nothing of the barrier protecting her heart.

And she did not care.

All thoughts derailed. She met his thrusts with her own, arching her hips with every stroke, wanting him deeper, “Harder.”

Self-preservation withered as the slapping of their bodies competed with their harsh breaths and greedy moans. He squeezed her nipples and he ground the base of his shaft against her.

Tension whipped through her, centered where they joined, building. His strokes lengthened, until each left her desperate for more. Yet more would never be enough. All of him, that’s what she wanted. She brought her knees up to her chest. His fingers dug into her flesh and he lifted her rear. His hips pistoned, creating exquisite friction with each push and pull. She panted, trying to hold onto herself, to keep a little of herself for herself. But the battle was already lost.

Avery spread her knees apart. Abdomen to abdomen, chest to breasts, he ravished her mouth as he ravished her body. Her orgasm slammed into her and ripped through her body in throbbing waves that momentarily robbed her of sight and sound. Inner muscles clamped down on his dick, demanding he join her in ecstasy. Avery swelled within her. Never had she felt so full, so complete. His entire body stilled, contracted on a spasm. He threw back his head and shouted as he climaxed. Her walls clenched at him, sucking the orgasm from him.

“Jesus, Eme. You’re killing me.” He groaned while his hips jerked and continued to pump.

She wrapped her arms around him—touched his damaged skin—and absorbed the sensation of his taut body pulsing his release, and harsh face reposed in ecstasy. His thoughts filtered through her mind, loving, sated, sleepy thoughts as his mind fogged.

Emeline kissed him, wanting the moment to last forever. She’d shared more than her flesh. A host of possibilities exploded between them, a beginning…which would lead to a disastrous end. Their moment had ended. She pulled away before he saw the tears.

Avery slipped from her body and instantly she missed him. He tossed the condom into a nearby wastebasket and moved from the bed. She studied his ass as he strode into the bathroom. She studied his front when he returned with a washcloth. Gently, he cleansed her. Blushing, she submitted to his ministrations. No one had ever taken care of her so intimately. His actions left her…stunned.

When he was done, Avery snuggled, spooning her into the shelter of his body. For the first time in a very long while, she felt loved… and absolutely miserable. The pillow soaked up her silent tears as she wondered how long it would last. Then she knew. The euphoria would last until he discovered all her lies and killed her for her treachery.

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MY SEXY SATURDAY January 24, 2015

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Here is seven sexy sentences of Evermore, the third book in my Descendants of Ra series. Avery and Emeline finally officially meet.

Emeline walked by Avery on the way to the exit, without a glance his way. EJ whistled low and angled his neck to follow her strut. She had a sensual sway her angry march couldn’t hide-and damn, she had an ass.

Avery wasn’t an ass man, that didn’t get him going. Legs cranked his engine. Loved them long and smooth and wrapped around his waist while he’s stroking deep, making that wet, sucking sound of two bodies slamming together. Looking at Emeline’s rear made him reevaluate everything he ever thought about being a legs man. 

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis’s life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.

Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.

Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade. But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…

And do not fall in love with him.

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Happy New Year Teasers! 2015 is going to be great. I’m still sharing excerpts of EVERMORE Descendants of Ra Book 3. And my fingers are busy working on ENCORE book 4 of the series.

This excerpt continues where the last one left off…in the bedroom.

Emeline touched his injured shoulder. His muscles spasmed under her fingers. He groaned, a deep throaty sound. Pulled flush against him, he held her close with one hand splayed on her lower back and the other on her neck. His head dropped to her collarbone, then he licked a trail up to her earlobe and sucked. “Don’t. Stop. Touching,” he growled and the sound reverberated within her.

She couldn’t even if she wanted to. Somehow, some way, she had slipped into his mind. Tumbled down the rabbit hole into a tornado of desire and lust, so violent they snatched her up and carried her away. She was lost in a maelstrom and as her core stretched, begging to be filled, and she did not care.

His mouth bruised her lips with the ferocity of his kiss. Tongue, lips, and teeth assaulted her body until nothing mattered except the ecstasy in his arms.

Through the connection of her palm to his scar, she recognized his hunger because it mimicked her own desires. A moan slipped from her, completely lost in the rampant sensation dragging her willingly toward rapture.

She arched, scored his chest with her rigid nipples, and reached for the towel wedged between them.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, stalling her intention. Breathing ceased to matter as their tongues glided against each other in a sensual duel neither wanted to win. She slid her hand along the rough skin on his arm. Avery dropped back, propping himself up on his elbows. He groaned again, a deep rumbling sound that egged her on. She dipped her head and laved each of his flat nipples, then scraped her short nails along the ridges of his perfect abs.

He palmed her ass and lifted her off his lap. “Yes. Or no. Tell me now.” Desire slurred his words.

Emeline pointed to the nightstand where she found a box of condoms during her snoop session. She didn’t have to explain. With one arm holding her tight to him, he yanked open the top drawer, sending the contents spilling to the carpet.

She giggled and burst into laughter at his scowl. “I’ll get one.” She scooted back and turned onto her hands and knees, giving him a bird’s eye view of her best asset. He grabbed his shirt and ripped. The two halves fell away from her body. His rough hands traced the curves of her back and the globes of her rear as she searched for a foil packet. A purr rumbled deep in her throat, enjoying the intimate caress. His soft kiss on her flesh had her gasping and leaning back for more of his wicked tongue. It’s not often you find a man willing to literally kiss your ass and she relished every delicious second of his lips and tongue.

 

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis’s life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.

Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.

Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.

But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…

And do not fall in love with him.

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 Happy Hump Day! One more week until Christmas. Tell the truth, have you been naughty or nice. I may not know the truth about you, but I know Emeline is about to be very bad!

Emeline threw away her fears and focused on the pleasure of being in Avery’s arms. Nothing had prepared her for a full dose of Avery. The combination of both set her on an emotional path she’d never journeyed. A path of blazing desire for one man, the man currently molding his lips to hers.

“Mmm. I taste myself on you,” she said and slanted her lips across his. His tongue stroked deep into her mouth, mimicking what she was sure he wanted to do with her body. She groaned, giving into the drugging sensation. He possessed her mouth with swiping sweeps and tender nips. She loved it, submitted under the delicious assault, and craved more.

He rained kisses across her tender jaw and down her neck. Then he lifted her and brought her nipples to his mouth. His tongue flicked out, pink against her brown skin. She stroked her nails over his rough flesh. He quivered, his muscles strained, as if ready for war. He sucked, long draws on her nipples, first one, then the other, creating an unbearable tension low in her groin.

Abruptly, he ceased and brought her level with his hot gaze. “Tell me to stop or tell me what you want.” His fierce features demanded an answer. A decision only she could make.

She wanted him. Every hard inch inside of her. Right now. This wasn’t about Ridley’s schemes, the Order, and the danger surrounding them; everything could wait, except him. She wanted Avery Nicolis, secretly she always had. If this was the only moment she ever had in his arms, then to hell with everything else. She’d take it.

Emeline touched his injured shoulder. His muscles spasmed under her fingers. He groaned, a deep throaty sound. Pulled flush against him, he held her close with one hand splayed on her lower back and the other on her neck. His head dropped to her collarbone, then he licked a trail up to her earlobe and sucked. “Don’t. Stop. Touching,” he growled and the sound reverberated within her.

She couldn’t even if she wanted to. Somehow, some way, she had slipped into his mind. Tumbled down the rabbit hole into a tornado of desire and lust, so violent they snatched her up and carried her away. She was lost in a maelstrom and as her core stretched, begging to be filled, and she did not care.


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My Sexy Saturday December 12, 2014

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This week’s theme is A Sexy Morning. Don’t you just love it when you see characters have a snuggle down day that starts with an awesome morning? I know I do. Today, I’m sharing seven sexy lines from the 2nd novel in my Descendants of Ra series. 

 Alexis moaned and Reign’s tongue slid into her mouth. He tasted like Sunday dinner at grandma’s, Christmas morning, and Midnight on New Year’s Eve, while his body promised Disney World. His biceps flexed as his hand slid under her shirt and stroked up her back.

She moved her hand up his chest, feeling the cotton fabric, the tense muscles beneath, and the thud of his racing heartbeat. Then her fingertips brushed the bare skin of his neck. A bundle of conflicting emotions slammed into her. Passion warred with frustration and a simmering rage.

 

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Kill the beast.

Save your brother.

Win your freedom.

No problem for a 2000-year-old warrior.

Falling in love with the cop trying to arrest you?

Problem.

 REIGN NICOLIS

One touch from her silky skin and a warrior lost his way. One kiss from her luscious lips and a warrior gave all he had. A bond forged in the heat of battle and a warrior will fight all the gods in the Egyptian pantheon for the love of one woman.

 ALEXIS LEVER

Detective Alexis Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis, the leading suspect in The Village Strang case. To do that she’ll have to thwart two men: Reign Nicolis and Roman Nicolis. Both belong in jail. But one has stolen her heart.

 

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It’s the holidays and everyone is busy, hopefully not too busy for a sexy Mid Week Tease! When last we spied on Avery and Emeline, they were in bed. She’d said “No. Sex.” But does that still apply after he has taken her to the edge of passion?

Emeline visibly shook in his arms—and inadvertently rubbed her body all over him, nipples scored his chest, her knees rubbed the inside of his thighs. Somehow, he quelled the raging need and simply held her.

“I’m sorry. This is all so much.” Her breath fanned his skin.

This was too much, too soon. She wasn’t ready and he’d just ruined any chance he may have had. “Never apologize for what happens between us or how you feel.”

Her brow quirked and rose with surprise. “Us? Is there an us?”

No. There isn’t. Push her away, his conscience ordered. Avery dropped his hands. He let her go. Tomorrow he would call McIntosh again and hand over her care. But for too many minutes, neither of them moved.

She squared her shoulders and raised her chin. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

And there was a lot he already did. Her secrets couldn’t be worse than his. “Then tell me.”

She pushed her hair out of her face and looked away “…You may not like it,” Emeline murmured.

He smoothed his thumb over her cheek, trailed it to her jaw and down her neck to the vein pulsing wildly. “…Are you a mass murderer?” A sigh stroked his skin, kept his blood humming.

“No. Not lately.”

“I know you don’t abuse the elderly. Don’t know about children, though.” He got her to smile. A warm grin that caused her cheeks to slightly dimple and quelled the churning sea in his soul. He would have another. “Are you a thief?”

“Nope.” She laughed and lay her head on his chest. “I never expected you to have a sense of humor.”

He rubbed her back, touching the shirt instead of her delicious skin. “And I never expected you.”

Her fingernails traced an excruciating pattern on his pecs. If only she would trail lower, to where he needed her touch the most.

“Is it too much to ask for you to hold me? It’s been a long time since someone held me without wanting something.” She sighed.

Anything for this to continue. Carefully, he wrapped himself around her. Seconds stretched. RockGate may be his residence, the loft doubled as his apartment and escape zone, but Emeline—she felt like home.

Soft lips grazed his neck. Then his jaw. He didn’t move, didn’t dare frighten her away. Hands circled his head and brought him to her.

She nuzzled him, brushed her cheek along his neck, and purred. A throaty sound and so damn sexy it took everything he had to remain still.

Forehead to forehead, he gazed into her eyes. “I don’t want anything you’re not willing to give. I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” cropped-mediumevermore.jpg

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis’s life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.
Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.
Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.
But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…
And do not fall in love with him.

Eternity (Descendants of Ra: Book 1)
Everlasting (Descendants of Ra: Book 2)
Evermore (Descendants of Ra: Book 3)

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Avery and Emeline are still in bed. Both a coming to some very important realizations about what they mean to each other. I hope you enjoy it.

 

No. Sex.

She didn’t tell him no taste. Avery drew one nipple into his mouth and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Emeline arched, giving her full breasts over to his care. After he’d laved each nipple, he eased his tongue down the center of her exquisite body and swore butterscotch coated her skin.

A pale birthmark graced on her right hip. He tongued the mark. Emeline jerked, a ragged breath escaped, and her legs parted, giving him a glimpse of moisture glistened on her hairs. He glanced up and captured her heated gaze as his tongue separated her folds.

Dear God. Avery lost himself in her lusciousness. He buried his face in her bounty, and loved her the way he’d fantasized. Emeline grabbed his head and rocked against his hungry mouth. She grunted, “Yes.”

He lapped her clitoris, twirled the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nub, and sucked. Hard. Her legs clamped around his head and her hips rose off the floor. He thrust into her, stroking her sweet folds until she shouted his name, and came as he continued his assault on her tender flesh. He didn’t stop until she collapsed, her legs falling limp.

Avery lay his head on her inner thigh and watched the quivering of her core subside. His dick throbbed, jealous of where his tongue had been. So close. But her words—No Sex—shut down that possibility. If this was the only moment that they would ever have, he would be grateful. Tonight was more than he’d ever hoped for.

He left the place he wanted to be, secured the towel around his hips, and stretched over her body. Her breaths were shallow, eyes a bit glassy, but then she blinked and focused on his face. So serious, he wanted to see ecstasy on her features, not the picture of doom that greeted him. Already he could see regret forming on her tightening features.

Avery pulled away. The fantasy was over. Emeline threw herself into his arms. Sobs wracked her frame and crushed the delusion he’d nurtured. He closed his eyes—blocking her beauty and the pain. Slow and steady breaths calmed his racing heart, and even though the room closed in on him, he held her close.

She whispered, “I’m afraid. I hate being afraid. I don’t know what this is between us. And-and we’ve met less than a day ago.”

But my heart knows you.

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis’s life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.
Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.
Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.
But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…
And do not fall in love with him.

Eternity (Descendants of Ra: Book 1)
Everlasting (Descendants of Ra: Book 2)
Evermore (Descendants of Ra: Book 3)

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When last we saw Avery and Emeline they were in bed. So let’s  continue from there!

“Why did you agree to be my bodyguard? The truth.”

Heat traveled from her to him, straight to his cock. He leaned into the touch, seeking more. “Because I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Still can’t.” The fevered edge to his voice startled him.

Her mouth dropped open with a silent ‘Oh.’

She had to know what she did to him. And even though it was a mistake, and went against reality, Avery shifted and let her feel the proof of his desire. She blew out a sharp breath. Her eyes fluttered closed on a groan, and her pelvis arched. The towel blocked her heat from reaching him, but not his imagination. In his fevered mind, her slick flesh surrounded him as he glided inside her core. Her palms brushed his nipples and stroked the pebbled points.

He fisted his hands in her shirt; his shirt—desperate to view the hidden treasure—he dropped his head into the crux of her neck to keep from taking what he’d wanted from the first moment he stumbled upon her in the park. Plush lips caressed his temple. Her breath fanned his ear and arms circled his neck. His resolve shattered.

Their lips met in a duel of lips, tongue, and teeth. Butterscotch, that’s how she tasted. Butterscotch laced with liquor. Exotic and sinful as hell, so intoxicating he would soon be drunk. He licked and sucked and drank and gave up a bit of his soul.

Her breath swept through him like lightning striking the ground. It filled his lungs and spread to every inch of him, destroyed any resistance. He belonged to Emeline as if she’d owned him before, lost him, and had just found him again. Desire and desperation crashed through him in a blistering, undeniable wave.

His hand slid along her thigh, aimed at palming her tight rear. Her head dropped back on a long gasp and she rubbed herself against him. He licked his way down the column of her neck—savoring her skin, the silk under his tongue—to her cleavage and the curve of her breast. His hand glided up to her ass. No panties. Jesus!

He throbbed.

The towel loosened.

She said no sex. No. Sex. While the darkness inside of him chanted Take! Take! Take! He groaned in sweet anguish, couldn’t stop the sound. Her leg hooked his hip, brushed his waist. Her damp core kissed his lower abdomen and he tilted her hips to rub her wetness into his skin. It took everything he had not to yank the towel off and bury himself inside her.

Avery returned to her mouth, possessed her as he would her body with sweeping thrusts of his tongue. Emeline shuddered; she writhed in his arms. Both of her legs locked around his hips and her chest heaved, stabbing him with her nipples, while her gaze, those hazel eyes, never left his face.

“Let me see you.” He begged, not caring how hungry he sounded.

Her lips parted and she bit the corner. He was certain no would be her reply, but then—one button opened, then two, her fingers took their damn time. She didn’t part the two halves, but dropped her hands and waited with an expectant stare.

Avery gripped the edge of the shirt, a lifeline to his desires or an anchor to drown him. Either way, he would have this moment.

He parted the shirt and drank in the sight of her chocolate-kissed nipples, balanced on top of her pillowed breast. Her flat abdomen stretched like a caramel lake waiting for his tongue to sample. The curves of her hips begged for a man’s hand to stroke and hold on. Close cropped, curls covered the vee at the juncture of her thighs. He skimmed his hand down the center of her body, fanned his fingers over her ribs. Quivers rippled her abdomen as he brushed the back of his hand over her warm skin on his way to the soft curls at her core.

No. Sex.

She didn’t tell him no taste. Avery drew one nipple into his mouth and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Emeline arched, giving her full breasts over to his care. After he’d laved each nipple, he eased his tongue down the center of her exquisite body and swore butterscotch coated her skin.

 

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis’s life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.
Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.
Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.
But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…
And do not fall in love with him.

Eternity (Descendants of Ra: Book 1)
Everlasting (Descendants of Ra: Book 2)
Evermore (Descendants of Ra: Book 3)

 

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Now that Halloween is over, let’s go back to Evermore. We left Avery teetering over whether to leave Emeline at a key moment or stay and possibly change their relationship forever. I wonder which he will choose?

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Her hands slid down his neck to his shoulder, and brushed his burn. Avery jerked away. The skin sizzled, as if freshly torched, but it wasn’t pain that seared his body.

“W-what? What did I do?” Her lovely eyes filled with concern.

Her stuttering mimicked his fluttering heart. When she touched his scar, all his nerve endings were zapped. He felt her soft hand stroking him, when his damaged skin hadn’t sensed anything in more than two decades.

“How did this happen?”

Though he never wanted her begging for anything, ever, Avery shook his head. Those dark memories didn’t belong here, tainting this moment. He took her hand, caressed the smooth back, and brushed her knuckles.

“Tell me,” she whispered and squeezed his fingers.

He brought her fingers to his tortured skin. “Touch me again.” The unspoken ‘please’ hung in the air between them.

Emeline hesitated, and for long seconds he suffered in anticipation. Then she slid her hand from his elbow to his shoulder over the burned skin. Bliss roared through him, leaving his restraints in tatters.

His head dropped back. Lust, potent and violent, clawed through him as never before. Did he moan or did she? The blood storming through his body and pounding in his ears muffled everything except her hand on his flesh. No one had ever come close to making him feel this way. No one, but Emeline with her luscious lips and arresting eyes. With her coy scent and fat curls bouncing on her shoulders, making her eyes do a peek-a-boo dance. Beneath the towel, his cock turned to stone.

She moved away and he nearly screamed at the loss. He grabbed her, couldn’t stop himself from hooking her around the waist and sliding her body under his.

Her hand braced against his chest. “I-I’m not having s-s-sex with you.”

Sex? Is that all she thought this was? He wished the feelings she evoked in him were so simple. Sex he could get anywhere, with anyone. With Emeline, he wanted all that she would give…and more. More he could never have.

She’d said no, though her half-mast eyes were dreamy, waiting for his next move while her tongue flicked out and stroked her bottom lip. Damn, burying himself inside her and never coming out sounded like an epic plan, but her breathy words shackled him.

“Just touch me,” he said. He was ready to demand that she place her hands on his skin.

Her bottom lip trembled and a sliver of fear entered her gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she rasped.

Her words already had. They doused his desire and delivered an unwanted dose of reality. This was wrong on every level and at least one of them had the balls to admit it.

“Same here.” He didn’t want to hurt her either, and that’s exactly where this would lead. Nothing about him had changed. He was still a mercenary, dealt in death. Family obligations came before all of his longings and always would. Let her go, whispered through him.

I will…in a minute.

Slowly, her hands went from fists, ready to push him away, to warm palms and splayed fingers on his pecs. “Why did you agree to be my bodyguard? The truth.”

Heat traveled from her to him, straight to his cock. He leaned into the touch, seeking more. “Because I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Still can’t.”

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