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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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 24, 2015June 23, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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Hello Everyone,

In the last few weeks, I’ve been busy working on three projects. The first project is Encore, the fourth novel in the Descendants of Ra series. The second project is Forever, a Descendants of Ra novella, featuring Reign and Alexis from the second novel in the series. The third project is a brand new series featuring the Cimmerians, a group of disgruntled fallen angels who are seeking redemption in order to return to heaven, or are they? In the coming weeks, I’ll be leaving snippets from all three projects.

Today, you’re getting a snippet for Encore. When last we left EJ Nicolis, he was little more than a zombie. Trapped in his own body with only his mind to keep him company. Until Ridley Cross, the woman who helped turn him in her personal zombie slave, arrives. Not to free him, but to command him.

Ridley dropped to her haunches in front of EJ. She’d never been this close. Her amethyst eyes—violet flecked with silver—so brilliant in her pale face, met his.

“I don’t know why I bother talking to you?” She traced a finger down his cheek. Her lips curled into a frown. She sighed and tapped his temple. “There’s nothing in there. You’re an empty shell.” Her gaze moved lower to his chest. Lower to his abs. Lower…

Her hand dipped into the pocket of her red leather coat and retrieved a photo. EJ couldn’t see the image so he studied the solemn expression on Ridley’s face, happy that something had caused her pain. A sigh eased from her and unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. Her forehead dropped to his knee and her shoulder trembled.

Concern was the last thing he expected to feel, but it was there. This wasn’t the woman who left him to rot. That woman wouldn’t have tears to shed.

Her chin rose and she scooted between his knees. “I’m sorry, s-sorry for all of this,” she stuttered, her breath hitching between each word. “Sorry you got caught in the crossfire, but you’re here now, and I need you—your help, your muscle.”

What would bring her this low to seek an enemy for help?

She stood, popped her hands on her hips, and widened her stance. “You will help me.” Gone was the contrite person who just apologized. “Okay, let’s make this official. Look at me,” she demanded.

The order bulldozed his will. His chin tilted and his gaze traveled up her body, past her exposed belly button, the cropped sweater molding to the swell of her breasts. They were small, no more than a handful. Well…he had big hands.

His gaze continued the journey, pausing at the deep hue of her full lips.

“I said look at me.” Impatience stamped her voice. And a bit of fear.

Good. She should be afraid. Very. Because he was going to kill her. Slowly and with great joy.

He looked past her nose, flaring with each agitated inhale to finally met her gaze. Brows lowered over her eyes, she expected his complete obedience. And he was powerless to refuse her.

“Elroy Jasper, you are my bodyguard.”

He cringed at the sound of his full name and swore additional vengeance.

“You will do what I say, when I say. Protecting me from any injury, any enemy is your primary goal. If you understand, nod.”

He understood plenty. He was now her brick wall, her armor, her bulletproof vest. Up and down, his head moved. Now I’m a damn bobblehead! A string of curses ricocheted inside his head though none left his lips.

“Rise.”

He unfurled from the chair. Seated for so long, his muscles screamed in relief. His joints snapped, crackled, and popped.

Her lovely face glowed with amusement. “You sound like an old man.”

That’s because you made me sit for six fucking days! Rage. Four letters meshed together to denote an emotion. That’s what he should feel. The only thing that made sense. Instead, curiosity had him studying her. What did she need with him? Something illegal?

“Sorry for leaving you here for so long. I move faster without you.”

He’d seen how she moved. There one moment, gone the next. Once he was free, he’d find a way to immobilize her and get some payback.

Where are we going? The words stayed in his head because she hadn’t given him permission to speak.

“Put on your coat and follow me.”

She opened the door and like an obedient slave, he fell in line behind her, powerless to disobey.

For now.

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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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February 25, 2015February 24, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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Here is a HOT Mid Week Teaser from my first novel, Eternity Descendants of Ra Book 1. Stella finally gets a taste of Roman and she likes it…a lot!

Suddenly, she felt the weight of him beneath her, this solid man wedged between her thighs. Instinct made her hips do a slow roll, and Roman throbbed. Her core slickened.

“I’m too heavy.” A thready whisper was all she could muster.

“No.” His husky voice sent all the moisture in her south.

“I’ll get off.” He wouldn’t let her. He gripped her knees, pressing them tight to his side. “Am I hurting you?”

He shook his head. “Kiss me, Stella. Just be quiet, and kiss me.”

Afraid, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest and pressed her lips to his.

The throbbing between her thighs matched the beating of her heart and the fiery lick of desire pulsing through her veins. Right now, she wanted this. And nothing more.

Stella cupped his face. She didn’t know what to do as her lips first brushed and then ground against his mouth. “Show me. I don’t know how to do this. Please show me how,” she whispered a breath away from his lips.

“Take what you want of me. All I have is for you,” his graveled voice rubbed her nerves raw.

She tried again, this time her tongue slowly entered his mouth. His jaw hung open while she stroked the roof of his mouth and brushed his tongue. He canted his head to the side and his tongue slipped into her. She sucked and tasted him, thrilled at his groan while she held his face and rode the lightning of desire erupting inside.

His kisses sent fire racing through her blood. Her core ground against him, riding his erection, stroking her center against his until lust and frustration clashed. She wanted more, but didn’t know how to get it. Overwhelmed, she tried to pull back.

Roman gripped her ass and thrust between her thighs. He rose to meet her retreat until they were sitting. Powerful hands stroked her back, her arms, and her hips. He wrapped her legs around his waist and caressed them from calf to rear as their pelvises worked against their clothes.

Shards of ecstasy shot through her. An inferno raged inside her body, setting her soul alight. “I can’t breathe!” she whispered against his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked and she shook her head violently. “Then I’ll breathe for you.”

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February 11, 2015February 9, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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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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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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January 14, 2015January 13, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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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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December 17, 2014December 16, 2014Tmonique Stephens

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.

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