Mid Week Tease May 25, 2016

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  Release day is approaching! Jun 21, 2016, will be here soon. Here is a sample of my latest manuscript Encore: Descendants of Ra Book 4.Encore_small

 

“Remove. The. Bottoms.”

It was a command laced with a thread of violence. Not only did she dare not disobey him—she wanted to obey him. It had been so long since she’d let a man close to her, let one slip beneath her guard, and kiss her. Touch her.

Ridley stood. All she had to do was snatch her thermal, zoom upstairs to gather her few belongings and zoom out of the door. Ten seconds and she’d be away and on her own again.

Freedom…Solitude.

That’s what she needed. Not EJ Nicolis.

So why did her thumbs hook the tight band of spandex and lycra? Why did she stretch the material? Why did she do a little shimmy as she eased the yoga pants over her hips?

She did it for the growl of appreciation rumbling from EJ’s parted lips and the hunger igniting in his icy blue eyes. This was insanity! Showed a complete lack of self-preservation. And her curse…

Fuck the curse!

For tonight, there was no curse. No headstone with her name already carved. Here and now, she lived. Had a pulse. Air filled her lungs. And the man she desired, desired her right back. Tonight may be the only night they’d ever have. She would not blow it. Free of her hips, the material skimmed her legs and pooled at her ankles. EJ climbed to his feet with more grace than she would have thought possible for a man of his size. He stepped toward her, crowding her with that sinful body.

Naked except for three triangles of black lace covering all the important stuff, she had to stop herself from covering her crotch with both hands. So much for bravado.

“Deal the cards.” She ordered in a steady voice.

Another round played, another round lost by EJ. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned that shiny Levis symbol. The zipper sounded like a buzz saw. Suddenly, crisp red hairs came into view.

Holy—He’s commando!

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Ridley Cross will stop at nothing to break her family curse. Including enslaving an innocent man, EJ Nicolis. He doesn’t deserve it, but regardless of the consequences, she’ll use him as a means to an end. Yet, the more time she spends with EJ, the line between survival and passion blur. Can she trust the man she has shamelessly used?

Trapped in a prison of his own flesh and bones, EJ Nicolis will kill the one who placed him there. No matter how much he hungers for her, he will resist her amethyst eyes, her pouty lips, and fiery soul when he wraps his hands around her slender, graceful neck and…

With evil at every turn, the Descendants of Ra out to rescue their brother EJ—and make her pay—Ridley can’t afford to fall in love. The stakes are higher than her desires.

Greater than her needs.

More important than his life.

Or hers.

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Hello All. I’m excited to share a new Mid Week Tease. It’s a new year and 2016 will be awesome. My library of novels is growing, so I’m going to use January to highlight snippets of my first novel, Eternity: Descendants of Ra Book 1. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“Does that place exist?” Her lips twisted in a wry smile.

“It’s my job to make sure it does, at least for you.”

“Is that the only reason why you’re here, because it’s your job?” She shouldn’t have asked, but the words slipped out without a care for her pride.

“Why else would I be here? I’m a mercenary. I have a job to complete.” Monotone, his voice held no life, no passion.

Something in her heart broke. “Just a job?” Watery, her voice wavered.

“Just a job.” He turned his back on her.

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Only a cursed man would wait 2000 years for one woman.
For 2,000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lover’s soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is their only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover … until now.

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My Sexy Saturday Dec 5, 2015

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Time for a My Sexy Saturday post. Here is an excerpt from my latest manuscript, Descendants of Ra Book 4. 

Her finger traced a pattern on his arm, which sent a shot of lust down his spine.

“Boy, you’re easy to talk too…when you can’t answer back.” A dry laugh escaped, and quickly dropped to a sigh. “Never thought I would miss the sound of someone’s voice.” The back of her hand stroked his cheek and slipped under his chin. She leaned closer. So close her breath fanned his lips. So close her amethyst eyes were all he could see.

Damn he wanted to taste her, slide his tongue between her parted lips, and draw her breath into his lungs. Just once, to quiet the question that suddenly needed an answer. He couldn’t move, not without her permission.

The smaller wiser, saner part of his brain raised a red flag and threw out query. After the kiss, then what? Fuck her? Kill her? Both or neither, what’s the game plan? Exit strategy?

Ridley closed her eyes, shook her head, and pulled away to move her food around her plate. He heard the word stupid mumbled under her breath and had to agree. From one to ten, them kissing had to be level fifteen stupid. Yet he’d never claimed to be a rocket scientist. The thought of being stupid with Ridley Cross had his blood humming. He watched as she chowed down her food in record time and push away from the breakfast bar.

“I’m going to check out our loot while you finish eating.” She stomped away.

EJ obeyed the order with gusto until a gasp came from the bedroom, then a strangled scream. “No! Noooo!”

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TIme for another sexy snippet of Encore: Descendants of Ra Book 4.

“Now is your chance to tell me to stop. Your only chance, because I’m going to have all of you.”
Her pupils dilated, lips parted. Her breast rose on a long inhale. “And what about me?” Breathy, her voice stoked his fires.
“You…” God she was lovely. He gripped her coat. Gentle pressure on her thighs from his hips and they parted for him to shift between. His new home. He clasped her hips and slid her core against the bulge straining against his zipper. “Get me, kissing you, touching you, loving you.”
He whispered the words into her mouth and had planned to give her another moment to decide, but she hauled him closer. Her lips were soft and winter kissed cool. He kept still and let her have her way even when her hands crept beneath his jacket and shoved it off his shoulders. Her tongue made its way down his neck, mixed with flicks from her tongue. Warm tongue, cool lips, a hot hand eased passed his belt and cupped him. He groaned and pressed his bulge into her hand. Her mouth returned to his in a frantic kiss that spoke of her desire.
He broke the kiss and studied her through passion-drunk eyes. “Last chance, Candy Cane. Tell me what you want. Say it. Wanna hear it from your own lips.”
As she did in the shower, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and freed him. From base to tip, she stroked him with a firm grip that left him gasping. EJ gritted his teeth to keep from exploding. Then trailed her fingers away.
Forehead pressed to his, her eyes bore into his. “I want you to strip… slowly, so I can enjoy the show.”
No one had ever requested that. It gave him a thrill that she had. “Do that? Yes I can.”
EJ secured his pants on his hips and stood. Ridley didn’t move from her semi-sprawled position. Lust rode him hard as he took her creamy thighs, red boots and –Surprise! Surprise!—red panties playing peek-a-boo. He couldn’t help grinning as he caught the edge of his shirt and lifted. She hissed and her eyes widened. He adored the need drawing her face tight, made him feel…
Shit. It made him feel the last thing he expected. He… Nah… he couldn’t possibly be in love. It took more time than a month and a half to fall in love. He paused, suddenly uncertain.
“What’s wrong?” The need faded from Ridley’s face, replaced with a wary unease. She closed her legs and seemed to lock herself down.
“Umm… nothing.”
Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t buy. Neither would he.
“I’ve never stripped for a woman.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, her head tilted, she blinked a few times. “Come again?”
“Oh, I plan on cuming again. And again. And again.”

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My Sexy Saturday 8/29/15

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday post! Today, I’m share 7 sentences from my latest work in progress, the 4th novel in my Descendants of Ra series, Encore. Meet EJ Nicolis. He’s a descendant of Ra, a mercenary and a prisoner of the sexiest woman he’s ever met. 

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Day One.  EJ Nicolis sat zombified in a ratty tan Barcalounger. The planned destruction and death of one person gave him focus and kept him sane. It didn’t matter how fine her ass was in the red tartan mini. Or how her thighs peeked all milk creamy between the slats of the skirt. Or how freaking sexy her candy apple red patent leather knee-high Doc Marten’s gleamed in competition with pouty red lips and her amethyst eyes. As soon as he freed himself from his forced servitude—Ridley Cross was a dead woman.

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I’ve been away for a couple of weeks, but I’m back with a hot excerpt from the first novel in the Descendants of Ra series, Eternity. Stella wants Roman, but can she handle what he really is? Or is the truth too much to handle?

“Look at me, Stella. Take a close look, at, me.” Arms outstretched, the tattered remains of his shirt flapped in the wind. In the dim lighting healed skin flirted with her senses.

“But—” she saw him. When he ran out of the trees and onto the asphalt road, the street lights clearly showed his ragged chest. And blood, his blood soaked his shirt and pants was still there on his clothing, dry and crusty. And his back—she walked around him—the cuts were so deep that tissue and muscles surged through the wounds.

He ripped his destroyed shirt from his body. Though blood streaked his skin, he was healed. Completely. Light-headed, she swayed. Roman caught her, but she pushed way and used the steady brick building for support.

He reached for her again.

“Don’t.” Her voice stopped him a few feet from her.

“We don’t have time for this.” He scanned the area around them.

“Make. Time.”

“Oh, now you don’t trust me? Don’t you think it’s a little late?” he scolded.

“Better late—”

“Are you sorry? Sorry that I save your life, again. Sorry that I held you, kissed you, made you come?” He glowered and crowded her with his big body.

The crack of her hand connecting with his cheek drowned out the sound of speeding cars.  Roman didn’t budge, not one single muscle. She met the heat of his gaze with her own scorching glare.  Toe to toe, she waged war with her terror at whatever was out there hunting them, fear of how he could possibly heal so quickly, and lust so consuming her clothes were nothing more than a reminder that she should be naked and beneath him.

Lightning exploded in her head. She was afraid, but not of him. Even faced with everything she knew and the enormity of what she didn’t know, she wasn’t afraid of Roman and she wanted him. More than anything in this world, she wanted Roman Nicolis.

A police serene warbled in the distance.

“Get on the damn bike.”

His huge outline and part of his face was all was cast in the shadows, reminding her of The Strangler. She swallowed the lump in her dry throat. “You first.”

His gaze never left hers while he stuffed the shirt in a saddlebag and settled on the bike. Four short steps brought her to his sided.  She swung her leg over and settled behind him. A perfectly healed bare back stared at her. Tempted her. Teased and confounded her logical higher reasoning.

What the hell are you?

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Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . . until now.

A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter?

Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them. 

Roman will do anything to recover what they once had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella trusts.

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Here are 7 sexy paragraphs of my latest novel Evermore Descendants of Ra book 3. Emeline doesn’t want to get addicted to Avery. But it is a losing battle.

Emeline always sucked as a sifter, but she counted the deficiency as a plus. Who wanted to wear gloves the rest of their life to avoid random contact and the transfer of unwanted emotions? Occasionally in the heat of passion, she had caught a few emotional threads: horny, macho guy speak about how great he was.

Yeah, she had lousy taste in men. With Avery, everything was different. He touched a place inside her heart she’d never known existed. Palm to palm, her skin tingled where they touched. The pain in her side faded and his fragmented thoughts filled her head. Worry mixed with desire which warped into lurid images, tantalizing in detail, then dipped into a deep well of hurt all centered on her. She’d done this.

Except for brief splashes of streetlight, the back of the dim cab kept his features shadowed. Not his desires. Those flowed through him and into her. Her nipples tightened and her body hungered. She caught glimpses of his green and black eyes. Their intensity didn’t startle her. The corresponding heat surfing her blood and the receding pain, did.

Had he leaned closer? Or had common sense completely taken a vacation and she’d leaned in? His free hand touched her cheek. This was the last thing she needed. So why didn’t she pull away when his lips slanted urgently over hers?

Shutting down the heat between them—closing the door on any chance of them being together—that’s what she should be doing, not inching her way closer to disaster. Not dying for another taste of him. Not aching for him to take her in his arms, stripping her down to her marrow and take her any way, every way he wanted.

He kissed her as if this was the last kiss they would ever have, using lips, teeth, and tongue to hammer her resistance into biddable acceptance. He kissed her until all she knew was that she was a woman and he was a hot, hard man. And all hers—if she was woman enough to reach out and take him.

The car stopped. “We’re here.” The driver said.  The spell broke. She yanked her lips and her hand away. Pain flared, bright and awful. Somehow, she managed to open the door and climb out of the car without becoming a part of the pavement while he paid the fare. Getting away, far away from everything she wanted seemed like a brilliant idea.

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis 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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Here is an excerpt from ETERNITY, the first novel in the Descendants of Ra series. 

Curled on his body in the middle of Central Park, Roman let Stella sleep. Holding her wasn’t a hardship as his mind wandered to the future, their future. Foolhardy, definitely, but what else could he do when he held the object of his obsession in his arms?

Remember your promise and let her go.

He stroked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear and slid his fingers down her silky cheek. She nuzzled him, turned her face into his palm and kissed him. Every noble intention evaporated like a bead of sizzling water in a hot skillet. Cock rock hard, he had to kiss her, feel her breath on his skin, in his body. In the deserted park, he needed her now.

The fine hairs on the back of his neck bristled. He froze. Battle instincts surged to the forefront, screaming for action, instead, he listened to the night surrounding him and waited. Though not a hub of wildlife, the creatures of Central Park were silent. They also waited. Somewhere, nearby, a predator stalked.

He nudged Stella. She stretched, making him aware of every curve and hollow she possessed, and purred, a sexy rumble deep in her throat. Before she could say a word, he cupped her head and pulled her into a quick kiss.

“Shhh, we’re in danger,” he whispered against her lips.

Her head popped up and she eased off him. In the gloom, her frightened eyes met his. “What?” She mouthed.

“We have to get out of here.”

Crouched low, he took her hand, together they crawled along next to the hedge. He looked over. His keen eyesight picked up nothing and no one. So why did the same excitement he used to get before a battle race through his veins? Stella squeezed his hand. Her wide eyes sent him a question he couldn’t answer.

He drew his gun from the small of his back and the silencer from his jacket pocket.

“Roman?” Her voice wavered.

He spared her a glance. “Whatever happens, do exactly as I say. Understand?”

Her head bobbed on her neck.

“Walk beside me, not in front or behind. Got it?”

Not far from the nearest road, they stuck to the trees and away from the open expanse of the Great Lawn.

Leaves crunched behind them. He’d never run from anything in his life. Even before the curse and his immortality, he stood his ground and killed everything in his path. Now, whatever stalked him, stalked her. His senses told him only one lurked in the darkness, but with Stella to protect, he couldn’t risk it.

The Delacorte amphitheater loomed ahead. He guided her into the shadows. Stationed behind a statue, he aimed and watched the route they had just taken. Stella clutched his jacket, her shivering body pressed close.

“Tell me.”

“There’s someone out there.”

“It could be anyone, ’kids maybe?”

“Maybe.” He agreed purely to reassure her. But as he spoke, one hundred yards away, something peeled away from the shadows of a large tree and charged.

“Stay.” He ordered. Through his jacket, her nails dug into his back. He pulled away, but she wouldn’t let go. He shrugged out of his jacket and advanced. She called to him, begging him to return, but the blood rushing in his ears drown out her voice. He rushed forward and focused on the attacking foe.

Wait. He skidded to a halt. He had a shot, but . . . something was wrong. The height was too short. Whoever ran toward him must be a child—or running on all fours. He squinted at the slice of darkness closing the distance between them. The tree coverage ended and speckled moonlight dotted the Great Lawn, uncovering the thing barreling forward. For a split second his mind tried to unravel the impossible nightmare quickly shrinking the distance, before he fired three shots between its widely spaced eyes. It roared and charged faster.

“Run, Stella!” He fired running back to the theater. She hadn’t listened. Instead of running away, she met him. He grabbed her hand and ran, but she couldn’t keep up and the thing behind them closed the distance.

“Is it him, The Strangler?” she shouted breathless.

They ran past The Preserve, rounded a column and then stopped. Shrouded in gloom, the outline of the pond appeared in front of the Belvedere Castle. He didn’t want her to see what chased them, but before he could stop her, she turned. Her scream pierced the night. Yards away, a bellow replied. He jerked her around and shoved. She stumbled and fell into the water.

“Go!” This time, she didn’t fight. For a second, he watched her swim. Then turned in time for claws to dig into his side.

 

 

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Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . . until now.

A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter?

 

Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them. 

Roman will do anything to recover what they once had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella trusts.

 

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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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