Mid Week Tease June 8, 2016

June 8, 2016June 7, 2016Tmonique Stephens

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New Cover. New Edits.

The first book in the Descendants of Ra series is back home, where it belongs. Re-release June 21, 2016. Until then, enjoy a snippet of Eternity.

The soft press of Stella’s lips on Roman’s back pulled him from slumber. He wanted to pull her beneath him, but he was too groggy to budge. She’d drained him of all energy. Completely sated, he gathered his strength and reached for her. Instead, he found an empty spot.

“Stella?” He shot out of bed, dragged on a pair of jeans and jogged downstairs. “Stella,” he called again, receiving no answer because she wasn’t there.

“Roman.” Her voice came from outside. “Take off your clothes and come in!”

An image of her naked, water touching all the areas he recently loved made him throb.

Her scream shattered the fantasy.

From the porch, he spotted her in the lake. He took a step and he caught movement in the corner of his eye.

Everything, his hearing, breath, and heart stopped. A man stood knee-deep in the water . . . between him and Stella.

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Mid Week Tease May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016Tmonique Stephens

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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.

“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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Mid Week Tease May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016May 10, 2016Tmonique Stephens

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Here is a sample of my latest manuscript Encore: Descendants of Ra Book 4. A little setup: EJ Nicolis doesn’t have his free will. All he can do is listen to Ridley Cross, the woman who has kidnapped his body along with his heart, share thoughts she would never impart if she knew he understood every word.

Ridley sucked in a sharp breath. “I can’t sleep with you,” she whispered all breathy and needy.

What he wanted to do to her didn’t involve sleep.

Her damn curse. He got it, understood the limitations, and wouldn’t cross the line. That didn’t mean they couldn’t flirt with that line, blur it a little. Only if she’d let him. It required a leap of faith and a truckload of trust. The question: Did she have it to give?

“All I want to do is kiss you. Touch you. See you.”

Her cheeks pinkened to a lovely shade. “Why should I show you anything?” She side-eyed him, yet couldn’t hide her interest.

Oh, he liked a challenge. “Never mind.” He moved away from her, gave her his back.

“Never mind? Like that—” She snapped her fingers, “—you’re not interested.”

Slowly, he turned and lingered on everything he desired. “Oh, I’m interested. I just don’t want you to say I coerced you later.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” She planted her hand on her hip.

Yes, she would, but he didn’t hold it against her. “How about a game of cards?”

“Cards?” she snorted.

He retrieved a deck off the mantle.

“I don’t have time for cards. I have to go now. It’s getting late, be dark soon,” she mumbled but didn’t make a move toward the stairs to retrieve her stuff.

“One hand of Black Jack. I win, you stay. You win, you do what you want.”

“Why should I do that?” She ran a hand through her platinum hair making the ends stand up farther.

“Now you’re just being contrary for the sake of being contrary. Food, warmth, companionship. Those are the reasons. And if that’s not enough, I know where Josie and Marilyn are.” He didn’t wait for her answer to shuffle as he planted his ass on the floor beside the coffee table.

She stood another moment, her foot tapping. Her gaze darted from the door to the deck.

Come on, Candy Cane. Make the right choice.

“Fine.” She huffed and plopped down opposite him.

“You do know how to play, right?”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Deal.”

The first card went to her. An ace of hearts.

His card. Ten of spades.

Ridley rapped her knuckles on the table. She wanted another card. Eight of clubs. “Beat my nineteen and you win.”

He needed an ace or a ten to beat her, nothing else would win. Good thing this was his favorite deck. He pulled a card and placed it face down on top of his ten of Spades. “Sure you want to do this? I’d rather you stay because you wanted to, not because I won and forced you to.”

Her lips thinned while her eyes narrowed. EJ waited while she contemplated her options. A shame she didn’t really have any.

“Flip the card, EJ.”

With a flick of his wrist, Ridley lost the game. “Ace of Diamonds. Make yourself at home, Candy Cane. You’re not going anywhere.”

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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MID WEEK TEASE 2/17/2016

February 17, 2016February 15, 2016Tmonique Stephens

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Here is another sexy snippet from Everlasting, the 2nd novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Reign Nicolis is a former sex slave to an Egyptian Goddess and Alexis Lever is the detective trying resist her attraction and arrest him.

Strands of his long hair swept across his face, partially hiding his expression. Alexis brushed the wayward locks away. She skimmed her palm down his sculpted cheek and through his short beard. His eyes widened and…he stopped breathing. Amazed that she had actually caused a man to stop breathing at her mere touch, Alexis leaned in for a taste, that’s all she promised. One kiss to settle the heat stirring in her blood.

Centimeters away from his lips, she paused, then drew away.

There’s a reason you’re celibate, Alexis. Too many relationships had soured quick and left her swearing off men for the past year. But if there was ever a reason to end her diet, Reign was it.

He waited. Not a muscle betrayed his emotions, yet a vein pulsed wildly at the base of his neck.

But he lied.

What if you approach this logically? You want him. Your panties are sticking to you, you want him so bad. So have him. Leave your heart out of it. Hell, men do it. You can do it too. Screw him, let him work all your kinks out. Just don’t fall in love with him so when the shit hits the fan—

I won’t be the one cut by the blades.

She pressed her lips to his.

Holy hell! Nothing had ever tasted so delicious, felt as delightful as his firm lips slanted across her mouth. His whiskers gently brushed her skin, heightening her senses. His scent, woodsy with a hint of musk, filled her lungs. She leaned into him, parted her lips, and licked the seam of his closed mouth. He shuddered and his lips parted. His tongue darted inside her mouth and ignited her blood.

He wanted her. She didn’t just feel in it in his touch, but knew it as if she were peeking into his soul.

They yanked apart, she panting while Reign inhaled sharply and exhaled deliberately. His pecs heaved as his gaze devoured her. Nothing made sense, not the heat surfing through her body or the hunger gnawing at her soul. Kissing Reign erased the presence of every man who had ever touched her.

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Kill the beast.

Save your brother.

Win your freedom.

No problem.

Falling in love with the cop trying to arrest you?

Problem.

To save his twin from death, Reign Nicolis will have to bargain with Goddess of the Dead, and once more become what he despises, El Mortem, The Scourge, a killer trained to show mercy to none. But he is haunted by those who have fallen beneath his blade. Their ghostly shapes dog his footsteps, relentless in their torture to make him suffer for what he was put on this earth to do two thousand years ago. Saving his twin ensures Reign’s enslavement to the Goddess. She may own his body, but never his heart.

Detective Alexis Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis. 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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MID WEEK TEASE DECEMBER 2, 2015

December 2, 2015November 30, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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Happy Holidays! Welcome to my Mid Week Tease. Here is a sample of my latest manuscript Encore: Descendants of Ra Book 4. A little setup: EJ Nicolis doesn’t have his free will. All he can do is listen to Ridley Cross, the woman who has kidnapped his body along with his heart, share thoughts she would never impart if she knew he understood every word.

“I used to watch you. I mean, the Order assigned me as your Watcher.”

Now that piqued his interest. When and where? He wanted details.

Her hand lingered on his arm as she stared into his eyes. “You were in Brazil protecting a diplomat’s kid.”

He remembered that assignment. The teenage son had been a spoiled dick.

“You killed two men who had tried to kidnap him. Double tap between the eyes fifty yards away before they got the kid in a van. No fuss. No mess. Easy clean up.”

EJ remembered. Then he went after the guy who hired them. That had been messy. Took a few days for the bullet hole in his shoulder to heal. Took longer for his mother—AKA Avery—to stop chewing his ass off.

“The kid was a basket case, but the father couldn’t thank you enough. He gave you a pouch with loose uncut diamonds inside. You refused the gift. I always wondered why.”

How could she know that? He remembered the meeting in the private office inside the embassy. Four people were in the room with him, the diplomat, two embassy guards, and a female aide serving coffee and sandwiches. He hadn’t paid the woman much attention other than a cursory glance. Now he wished he had. Maybe then they wouldn’t be on this collision course.

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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MID WEEK TEASE OCT 21, 2015 Back To The Future Day!!

October 21, 2015October 21, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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Today is the day Martie McFly went Back To The Future! Wow. I remember sitting in the theater watching that movie and thinking 2015 was one hundred years away. And here we are. In honor of Back To The Future, I’m going to post an excerpt from a novella I started to write, then stopped because I realized it needed to be a full-length novel and it wasn’t the right time for it. But some time-in the Future-I will be Back to it.

I hope you enjoy this small taste of ECHO: Descendants of Ra BooK…Hmmm? I’m not quite sure which book this will be.

RULE #1 of the Egyptian Pantheon set down by Ra in the first Epoch

Never interfere with the will of the humans.

CHAPTER ONE

The Great Goddess Nu, ruler of the heaven’s and sky, symbolic matriarch of the Egyptian Pantheon sat motionless on her throne. Serenity graced her features and her hands rested loosely in her lap. Both belied the racing of her heart.

Her gaze had fixed to a point on the distant wall and her mind had turned inward to her favorite place on earth, the virgin forest of Thrace. Where she transformed into a doe and traversed the land. Often she retreated there when the dictate of her station became too much to bear.

Lightning struck outside the council chambers. She flinched. Thunder boomed a second later and mixed with a horrendous wail from one who was her friend. No longer could she pretend she was somewhere else. All three combined snatched her back to the present task.

Her gaze drifted from the wall and landed on her friend. Baal, the once exalted God of Storms. Baal angled his head and spittle ran freely from a broken jaw. His pained gaze met hers. Lightning flashed within his sky blue eyes before his head slumped.

Goddess, are you disturbed by the display?

She turned to the being seated in the gold chair. Though he sat beside her on a raised throne much grander than hers, Ra spoke the words directly into her mind. Able to be every thing and every where simultaneously, his elderly appearance fooled none. Master of the universe, creator of all, why he lingered here, on this small world puzzled the pantheon, but no one dared to question.

Ra waited for her answer. His placid face mimicked hers. How could she not be affected by the blood splatter marring her once pristine robes and the wails for mercy drowning out the raging tempest outside.

Incapable of lying Nu, finally turned her gaze to the drama unfolding a few feet away from her. Stripped and chained to the floor, back bowed Baal’s essence bleed from the many gashes dissecting his lean frame. A dakkardar whistled as it many tails sliced the air and dug into the gods hide. Chunks ripped free.

“I am greatly disturbed,” she said loud enough for all to hear. “The God of Storms knew the laws passed down from the time of Sakhmet. His actions have determined his fate. Show him mercy and he will not stray again.” As the Goddess of Heaven, violence went against her nature. As consort to Ra, she did her duty and supported his position even though her soul rebelled at the horror.

“No, I will not give him the chance to stray once more.”

Pleased with her response, Ra stood, rested his staff against his throne and crossed the room. He took the dakkardar from Aten’s hand. Disappointment flared in the sycophant’s eyes before reverence masked the minor sun god’s emotions.

Ra whipped the tails into the air. Infusing them with his power, the weapon turned into blinding streams of light. The tails connected with skin. Acrid smoked filled the chamber. When it cleared nothing of the handsome Baal remained. Most of his body charred, Baal slumped unconscious on the marble floor.

“Nu.” Ra’s gazed landed on her and shifted to the Serpent necklace snug around her neck. One of the seven sacred relics, this Anu-Ra belonged solely to her. Only she could wield it. He didn’t have to speak for her to know his intention.

No, she nearly screeched, but one couldn’t refuse Ra. On shaky legs, she stood and proceeded forward. With each step, the necklace uncoiled from her neck. Its warm body stretched ad snaked across her bare shoulders, down her arm to wrap once around her wrist. The ruby eyes set in its golden head twinkled as it bobbed, waiting. At the opposite end the twin emerald eyed head rested against her pulsing jugular.

If she had support she could protest. Nu glanced at the other deity’s gathered as witness for Baal’s punishment. A few stared blankly ahead, but avid delight at another’s suffering transformed many more.

Ra spoke her full name, commanding her attention and ending any hope of finding unity or a budding coalition of opposition. Once more, she was reminded of Ra power and how little the Pantheon cared for each other. She almost wished she wasn’t a god.

She stopped short of the prone of Baal’s body and his cooling essence. Forgive me balanced on the tip of her tongue as she extended her arm. Golden scales expanded. The Serpent lengthened and stretched toward Baal. Blood raced through her aching heart. Ruby eyes flared and glowed. Emerald eyes matched the display. For this act only fangs sunk into her neck and drew power from her. Goddess of the Heavens, Nu kept the balance between heaven and earth, and the gods and humans.

The ruby head bit into Baal. Power flowed into the Serpent where it would remain until called forth. When it ended, Baal was gone. Not even dust remained.

Tears threatened to spill. Nu lifted her head. The storm clouds hovering over the open chamber dissipated and cleansing sunlight washed clean everywhere it touched.

Ra turned to the Pantheon. “As a reward for his loyalty, Aten will receive Baal’s power.”

Her stomach rolled. Nu ignored the gasps that circled the room and whipped around and faced Ra and Aten. Eagerness showed on the lesser god’s face while Ra’s bedrock features never wavered. His steady gaze commanded her compliance.

“I refuse.”

Tension hummed through the room and several gods gathered their power. Ra’s face turned molten and flamed like the surface of the sun. He strode to her and only stopped a breath away. His heat billowed, baking her.

“Repeat your words.” His voice cracked the silence of the room.

His power eclipsed hers ten times over. Nu stiffened her spine. “He is unworthy of such a gift.”

All waited for Ra to speak. A second or a millennium, neither mattered to a deity.

Finally, you show some backbone. The words filled her head.

“As you wish Great Goddess,” Ra said loudly. You have made an enemy today. Very unwise.

Ra vanished, but his words lingered in Nu’s head and began to fester. A rustle of fabric caught her attention. She scanned the room and met each hostile stare until they bowed with proper respect. Only then did she leave the chamber.

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MID WEEK TEASE OCTOBER 7,2015

October 7, 2015October 5, 2015Tmonique Stephens

It’s Hump Day and time to post a teaser from my latest work in progress, Encore: Descendants of Ra Book 4.

EJ Nicolis can’t move or talk without Ridley Cross’s instruction. She thinks the former Goddess of Chaos has wiped his brain clean, but he is still in and piss the hell off.

BLURB: 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.

Ridley scooted between his open legs to cup his face and tilted his chin up. The gash had healed and most likely his other injuries. That didn’t stop her from running her fingers through his short—surprisingly soft—buzz cut. Finding nothing, she continued her exploration. She shucked off his coat, let it thud to the bathroom floor. Guns dangled from holsters beneath both armpits and knives were secure in special pockets in his custom sweater.

Almost of their own accord, her hands traveled over his impossibly broad shoulders. She leaned close to peer at his back, searching for telltale blood, and found none. His chest came next. Covered with soot and streaked with dirt and blood, she took her time skimming his hard pecs and tight abs through his shirt. Blood dotted his thighs. She suspected the splatter came from his brother and the healing wounds on his knuckles. Satisfied, Ridley balanced on her haunches and looked into EJ’s blank eyes.
Sadness swallowed her. After such an intense experience, she needed someone to talk with. No, not someone. Him. She wanted to ask if he was okay, wanted to apologize for what she made him do, wanted a deeper connection than their one-way conversation. Wanted what she couldn’t have with a man who’d stumbled into her life and who would regret it the moment he was free. The path the gods had placed her on could not be altered. Even with the collateral damage, Josie came first.
Ridley heaved a sigh and shifted her attention to the man in front of her. EJ was filthy. Funny how she hadn’t noticed or cared about him being dirty when she examined him for wounds. She retrieved a facial towel from a nearby closet, which also had a small washer/dryer combo, and wet it in the bathroom sink. The blood on his forehead hadn’t quite dried so it cleaned away easily. Next came the soot on his lean cheek. She paused. Tracks lined both cheeks as if he had…cried?
That wasn’t possible. EJ and the women of the Order were empty vessels. Khuket had erased everything they were. That is what the goddess had said.
Khuket’s dead.
And Avery Nicolis is the new God of Chaos.
HOLY SHIT!

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June 3, 2015June 1, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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I’m back with a Mid Week Tease from my latest Work In Progress. Let me introduce you to EJ Nicolis, the fourth brother in my Descendants of Ra Series.

EJ Nicolis sat zombified in a ratty Barcalounger. The planned destruction and death of one person gave him immense comfort. 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 her amethyst eyes and pouty red lips. As soon as he freed himself from his forced servitude—Ridley Cross was a dead woman.

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April 1, 2015March 28, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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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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January 28, 2015January 27, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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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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