Month: March 2016

Book Spotlight ☆ Midnight’s Fate (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series Book 4) by Isobelle Cate

23982196Midnight’s Fate (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series Book 4)

Zac McBain is on a mission to a place that doesn’t exist – a place that disappeared thousands of years ago. The source of the Specus Argentum–the only silver that can harm the Cruors, is sought by not only Zac and the Ancients, but Dac Valerian as well.
Hidden deep in the rainforests of Honduras, the present day town of La Nahuaterique, Faith Hannah is on a mission, both humanitarian and personal. Her medical mission is prompted by her wish to escape the problems that assail her in London. She never expected to be kidnapped and discover a whole supernatural world around her own–and she certainly didn’t expect to feel such a sudden, intense need and longing for one of them.
As soon as Zac sees Faith deep in the woods, he’s lost to her. In the middle of a hard fought battle for the Specus Argentum, the passion fate has decreed between Zac and Faith begins to consume them.
But the impending war between the Cynn Cruor and Scatha Cruor comes to a head. Secrets are unearthed, loyalties are doubted… and love must struggle to prevail.

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“Return to your brother, Xavier. Watch over him while I take care of the Señorita.”
Xavier didn’t even nod. He just left. Zac gently lay her down on the cot easing his arm out from underneath her shoulder blades and the back of her knees. With the flickering light from the scone on the wall, Zac looked at her face in repose. Long lashes lay delicately like curtains over her cheekbones. Shadows danced across her oval face, her exotic cheekbones, her nose, her kissable mouth slightly parted with her breathing. Zac closed his eyes gently entering her mind searching for her name. Who was she? She didn’t look as though she was from the area. Faith Hannah. She wasn’t from here. Zac’s was having a hard time reading her mind. His face scrunched at the effort. Talk about running on the dregs of empty.
“Just a little more,” he muttered. There. He found what he was looking for.
She had indeed been kidnapped. Her memories flooded his mind. A medical mission. Sudden wealth.
Betrayal.
His weakened state broke the connection. He needed the serum. Fast.
Zac was about to stand when he froze midway. Faith snuggled more to him and placed her arms around his neck.
“Stay with me,” she whispered.
Had she awakened? Her lids remained shut, her eyes moving underneath. She was dreaming. Invading a person’s dreams was something the Cynn Cruors could do the same way that they could read people’s minds. Zac had broken his connection with Faith to husband his strength. Besides, intruding into someone’s dreams wasn’t something he cared for. But now that she was dreaming of someone, jealousy hit like a brick thrown against his chest, and he would have given anything to know who he was. He couldn’t take advantage of her. He wouldn’t take advantage of her even if what he wanted to do was to kiss her senseless, bury his face between her thighs and lick her dry.
He gently pulled her arms away from his neck.
She stopped him. “Kiss me.”
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Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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Book Spotlight ☆ T-R-O-U-B-L-E (Texas Heat #1) by Sable Hunter

troubleT-R-O-U-B-L-E: Texas Heat

Trouble comes calling on Kyler Landon. He falls hard and fast for his beautiful, mysterious neighbor after she saves him from a rattlesnake attack. The sexual tension mounts between them with each sensual encounter, but he soon realizes that Cooper has been hurt and is leery of men. So he sets out to teach her that a real man can be gentle, loving, and sexy as hell.

Trouble seems to follow Cooper, and Ky makes it his mission to protect her from her past. Kyler would move heaven and earth to keep her in his bed and in his life.
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“Come on; let’s take care of the paperwork. If you’ll let me, I’ll bring everyone over after I finish for the day. I have pet carriers.” He made the suggestion casually, but tensed up, waiting on the verdict. Cooper was silent for a moment. She looked at him closely, as if trying to read his mind . “That’s very nice of you, but I can’t put you to that much trouble. I don’t mind making two trips.” “It won’t be any trouble, and it’s certainly not out of my way. We live right next to one another. Besides, I have that package I need to deliver.” This time she heard him. “Package? What package?” He couldn’t help it. He grinned. “Yeah, I told you earlier that UPS delivered a package of yours to my house by mistake.” Blood rushed to her face. “You have my, uh, special delivery?” “’Deed I do.” He looked like the cat that ate the canary. “Sorry about that. I hope it didn’t embarrass you. I tell you what, to make up for any inconvenience, when you bring my package and the animals, I’ll trade you a home cooked meal.” “Sounds great. I’ll bring a bottle of wine.” Maybe, this would be easier than he thought. An answer to a prayer. Oh, no. Cooper stopped. She looked at Ky, closely . “A bottle of wine?” “You don’t drink?” he asked. Why was she looking at him like that? He would swear she looked wistful for a moment. Taking a step back, she looked at the ground. “I wasn’t assuming you would want to come and sit down with me to eat, Ky. My intention was to cook you a meal, pack it in into to-go boxes, and send it home with you. As a thank you.” Ky was adamant. “If you’re not busy, I would like to have dinner with you, Cooper.” “That’s very nice of you. An honor, really. But like I told you yesterday, I don’t socialize very much.” “I don’t want to take my food home in a doggie bag , Cooper. I want to sit down and eat with you and talk, get to know you. I would like to call on you, sweetheart.” “Why?” So, she wanted to know why. Ky chuckled. So, he would tell her. “Why? Because, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen . You are nice, and you like animals. We have things in common. Mainly, it’s because I’m very attracted to you, love.” “You need glasses.” The look on her face was still skeptical, but at least she was smiling.
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Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream

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Author Spotlight ✽ The Omega Team: Texas Stand-Off (Kindle Worlds) (Texas Heroes Book #3) by Sable Hunter

Texas Stand offA stand-off is defined as a heated situation between two equally matched opponents–which perfectly describes the sizzling sexual tension between former SEAL Deacon Jones and the woman his boss asks him to evaluate. Deacon is not happy with the situation, but he’s given his word to his friend, Grey Holden, and he’ll do it–even if it kills him. She shows up at his reclusive home on the Pedernales River, deep in the heart of the Texas Hill Country, eager to prove she has what it takes to be part of the Omega Team. Having lost a female member of his unit while in Afghanistan, Deacon holds himself accountable and has no wish to be responsible for sending another woman into harms’ way.

But she’s good…he can’t deny it–she may even be better than he is. Everything about her turns him on–from her hot sexy body to her super-spy skills. But Deacon doesn’t intend to get involved. He’s given up on women since his wife left him after he lost a leg in the war.

Natasha Levin has another take on the situation. She’s never met anyone like Deacon Jones and she wants to learn everything he can teach her–from the firing range to the bedroom.

Both have scars they try to hide, he was injured serving his country and she was tortured by her father’s enemies after the former Russian agent defected to America. What happens when an irresistible force goes head to head with an immovable object? They’ll find out when they are called upon to work together to save a child being held hostage in a rancher’s dispute with the federal government over land rights. One thing for certain–there will be fireworks…and lots and lots of sex.

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A ding on his phone let Deacon know he had an email. Taking a bite, he held it up to look. “Grey.” He touched the screen to open the message. As he ate, he looked through what he’d been sent. “Hell.” He let out a breath. “I’ll let you look at these in a bit. He’s sent maps, pictures and information available on all the people involved. He’s still insisting you be the one to go in, but I disagree. We’ll have to study these and plan some kind of exit strategy. We’ve got to get the little boy out and to do that, this is going to have to come to an end. I don’t see any other way.”

She ate silently and waited her turn. When he gave her his phone, she read everything carefully. “We need to know how the interior of the house is laid out.”

“I doubt there’s blueprints available on file anywhere. Who knows? The old man might have built it himself.”

Taz nodded. “We should talk to the neighbors, maybe they could tell us.”

“Good idea,” Deacon conceded. He watched her face as she focused–damn, her lips were plump and sweet. He picked up his napkin and wiped his hands and mouth. “You know I find smart to be mighty sexy.”

To his ever-loving surprise, she handed him back his phone, gave him a saucy wink and smiled. “Me too.”

With a low snarl of erotic intent, Deacon slowly stood. “You about finished?”

“No…” she teased, so glad she recalled a piece of appropriate sexual banter, “but I’m ready for dessert.” Taz had waited a long time to be able to say that to someone.

When she looked up at him with those big doe eyes and that sexy little grin, he knew she had him wrapped around her little finger and wasn’t even aware of it. With deliberate moves, he began to unbutton his shirt, taking his time to move around the table and toward her.

Watching him approach, she knew what a cornered gazelle felt like being stalked by a hungry lion. She stood, her breath coming fast and shallow. Words were unnecessary, so she nervously licked her lips.

“Here, let me do that for you.” With one fell swoop, he clasped her hands and walked her backwards into the wall, holding his arms high, pressing his palms to the wall while still holding her hands captive.

Taz felt herself go liquid against him, gasping as he bent his head, doing exactly as he’d said–using his own tongue to caress her lips. She felt her knees give way. There was no moving, though–for his body anchored hers firmly in place. Licking over her mouth, he pressed, demanding she open to him. With a whimper of acquiescence, her lips parted so his tongue could gain entrance. And when it did, he groaned his pleasure.

Open-mouth kisses–hot–wet. She pushed her breasts into his chest, wishing there was no barrier between them. Stealing her breath, he gave it back, taking little bites at her lips, before capturing her tongue and sucking on it.

Taz went on tiptoe, she felt like her clit was on fire. Desperate to be closer, she pushed her hips against his, opening her legs wide enough to allow him to thrust his knee between them. When she felt the hard flesh of his thigh rub against her greedy sex, she bumped forward riding his leg. The friction felt so good she thought she might pass out.

Deacon braced himself, making damn sure he didn’t lose his balance. His little doll was finding her pleasure by scrubbing that sweet pussy on his leg and he wasn’t about to ask her to stop. Dragging his mouth from hers, he let his lips slide to her neck–sucking and biting the soft flesh. “That’s right baby, hump my leg, it feels so good.”

Oh, God. She was behaving badly, but she couldn’t help it. “Give me your eyes,” she whispered. When he did, his flashed, heating her more. She shattered in a million pieces. “Deacon!”

“I need to see you, touch you.” He let his hands find the hem of her shirt. Pulling it up and off, he feasted his eyes on her naked tits. “I’m going to eat you alive, sugar.” With both hands, he grasped the top edge of her panties and ripped, the tiny fragment of lace giving way.

“Deacon!” She didn’t protest, instead she began pushing his shirt off his shoulders and peppering his skin with kisses. Accomplishing that task, she set to work on his belt and the button of his fly, working feverishly to find his naked flesh. All the while, he was cupping and molding her breasts, milking the nipples and tasting her lips. Her fingers trembled, her heart beating as fast as the flutter of hummingbird wings.

“Those little hands will be the death of me,” he murmured as she pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. He couldn’t help but smile when she moaned, a sign of satisfaction once she got her hands on him.

Between kisses, she panted words. “I know…about a dozen…ways…to kill a man…with my bare…hands.” Responding hotly, she stroked his cock and massaged his balls, acting as if there was nothing she wanted more.

As she fisted his cock, he tweaked a nipple and finger-fucked her sweet pussy. “This must be number thirteen.” When she angled her hips and hooked one leg behind his, he knew she needed what only he could give. “Wait, honey. I don’t think I can hold you up and keep standing. I’m afraid to risk dropping you.”

His tone was apologetic. “Let me help,” she offered. “Let’s get you undressed and I’ll help you with your prosthesis.” She went to her knees at his feet, ready to tug off a boot.

“I gotta better idea. Let me keep it on for a bit. Get on the bed on all fours.”

Fantasy-fulfilling time. Funny, they’d been discussing his disability naturally–no shame, no judging–just mutual hunger. With his pants and briefs around his calves, the place where his stump nestled in the cup of the prosthesis was clearly visible. So what? His cock was hard, his woman wanted only him and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass.

The sight of her kneeling before him, the lovely line of her spine, the swell of her hips–he couldn’t resist. “Remember when I told you I was going to spank your sassy little butt?”

“Yes,” she answered with a whisper.

Coming closer, he ran both hands over the swell of her ass. “Beautiful.”

She expected a swat and braced for it. She’d read about women who enjoyed spankings and had no idea if she would or not. But she was willing to try anything for Deacon. “I’m ready.”

When she wiggled her plump, round bottom in front of him, Deacon felt his hips jerk in response. Taking his cock in hand, he used it to spank her. Several sharp raps on each cheek. Taz looked back over his shoulder and moved backward, wanting more. “Like that?” he asked. God, he did–he fuckin’ loved it.

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, then gave him her act of complete submission. She pressed her face into the pillow, spread her legs and tilted her hips up, giving him a full and complete view of her soft femininity. It was swollen, pink and glistening with cream.

Deacon wanted to taste her, but he didn’t have the strength to wait. Guiding his cock, he dragged the head between her legs, bathing himself in her juices. A luxurious feeling of indulgence enveloped him–and he wanted it again and again. Up and down, he pushed the tip against her clit, giving her a hint of ecstasy to come.

“You’re teasing me. Will you accept a bribe?” Frustrated little pants punctuated her words.

“Maybe.” He flexed his hips, working his cock up and down the lips of her labia. “What are you offering?”

“Two blowjobs and a dozen chocolate chip cookies.”

“You got cookies?”

“I’ll get cookies!” she shouted with a giggle. “Just fuck me already!”

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About the Author:
Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream
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Author Spotlight ☆ Midnight’s Atonement (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline #3) by Isobelle Cate

UntitledGraeme Temple is nearly killed during the Cynn Cruors’ siege of Dac Valerian’s fortress on the Isle of Man, when he takes a silver bullet intended for his Dux, Roarke Hamilton. While on the mend, Graeme meets Kate Corrigan, a woman who enkindles his lust, his desire to possess, his need to protect. It is Kate who gives him a reason to be a better person than he was before.   Kate is an investigative journalist who has been following a local councillor she believes is involved in human trafficking. When she meets Graeme one rainy day, the attraction she feels toward him is something she longs for but refuses to have. Kate is about to expose the councillor when her friends are kidnapped to silence her. But she refuses to let go. Knowing that the councilman can wield his extensive influence over the police, she looks for help from outside.
Graeme.

Thrown together, their attraction for each other becomes a passionate conflagration that will not leave them unscathed. But not all is cut and dried. Graeme finds out that the person Kate is after is the very person he has been searching for, for centuries. A great sacrifice is made that can break them apart. Will the feelings they have for each other be more than enough to get them through this storm? Will Graeme be a better man when this debacle is over, and will he be the man to break through the walls of Kate’s heart?
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Her hardening nipples poked through the beige lacy cups of her balconette bra. Graeme’s eyes seemed to burn brighter and Kate couldn’t stop herself from arching her back, offering her breasts for his taking. Sensual flames licked her skin everywhere Graeme’s hands touched, her body welcoming the contact. He moulded her waist up her ribcage to cup the underside of her breasts again before grazing the peaks through the lace cups with his thumbs. The rubbing of her nipples sent electricity down to her sex causing her to become wetter. Then his thumbs were replaced by his mouth and tongue. Kate was caught up in the dizzying pleasure of his mouth. She moaned when he spoke against her nipples, the vibrations rippling through her.
“My eyes turn gold when I desire someone.”
Kate braced one arm against the table while she held on to Graeme’s head with the other, the pleasure she felt becoming unbearable. She needed something more. She needed something inside her.
She wanted Graeme.
Her back arched and her breath sighed out of her when Graeme ripped her bra and feasted on her breasts.
“Ohh…” she moaned as her legs went around Graeme’s waist, pulling him closer with her thighs to rub herself against the thick stalk inside his denims. When Graeme let go of her tits and demanded that she submit to his kiss, she opened up to him. She allowed him to explore every crevice of her mouth as she gloried at his taste. She kissed him hungrily, sucking on his lips, nibbling and teasing his tongue, giving as he demanded and taking as much as she wanted.
“Graeme please….I need more. Please give me more.” She licked against his throat taking small nips and bites, grazing her teeth against his salty skin. God, she’d never felt this wild before! She purred at the feel of his taut skin against her palms, his flesh rippling and tensing everywhere she touched.
He captured her mouth in another torrid kiss that sent her pulse to a frenzy. She couldn’t get enough, the pain in the middle of her core becoming slightly uncomfortable. She nipped at his mouth and sucked on his tongue before letting her tongue swirl around it. She tasted traces of mint even as her nose was filled with his masculine scent.
Graeme let go of her mouth to graze his teeth against her jaw to reach the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Tell me what you want Kate.”
Graeme gently squeezed her breasts before he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Kate cried out in pleasure.
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know,” she whimpered against his neck, feeling as though she was deliciously melting. She turned her head slightly, her mouth against his skin. Her tongue snaked out tasting his saltiness before she sucked the skin over his pulse. The need to suck some more became stronger and she sucked harder, she could taste something coppery against her tongue. Graeme growled.
“Ancients!” he pushed her away gently.
Kate looked at him in confusion and alarm. Then realization dawned.
“You don’t like me.” She whispered, her heart thundering in her throat. Desire didn’t cause it. Rejection did.
“Not like you?” Graeme asked her his breathing laboured. “Kate I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you. You sucking on my neck almost made me come in my jeans.”
A deeper blush stole over her cheeks. “Oh.”
“Kate?”
“I want you inside me too,” she sighed before looking down. “But I’ve not done this in a very long time. I don’t know how else to ask.” She looked up. “Except to say that I need you.”
Graeme chuckled. “You’re doing pretty good so far.”
“Please don’t tease.”
Graeme gave her a hard kiss that sent her senses reeling towards sensual meltdown.
“I’m not teasing.” His eyes darkened, his lust apparent. “Lie down.”
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Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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Author Spotlight ☆ Texas CHAOS (Texas Heroes #2) by Sable Hunter

texas chaosThe letters C. H. A. O. S. don’t just refer to reality out of control, it’s an alert–the Chief Has Arrived On Scene! Logan Gray is that chief. He covers the ground he stands on and people show respect when he walks by. In his late thirties, Logan is a confirmed bachelor. While he may adore the young Jenna from afar, at 18, he considers her to be a lifetime too young for him.
Jenna is of another opinion. Logan Gray is everything to her. He rescued her from a fire at 16. His parents took her in when she had nothing and no one. Raised on his Gray Wolf guest ranch, Jenna learns how to trick-ride and perform in the rodeo. When Logan’s not looking, she even loves to try her hand at bull-riding. And now, she is ready to go after what she wants most–Logan Gray.
Ignoring the fact that his heart and body craves Jenna like a drug, Logan does what he thinks is best and gently turns her down. What happens next turns his world on end. Logan learns that love can’t be defined by a number and life without Jenna is no life at all.

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As Jenna sat on the brown leather couch adjacent to the fireplace, Logan flipped on a lamp. When he did, Jenna could see him clearly for the first time since leaving the bar. What she saw made her breath hitch in her throat.
He was aroused.
Big time.
There was no denying what she saw. Logan had a hard on.
For her?
She let him walk off while her mind spun. Was this possible? She jumped up and began to pace. What if he did want her? What if all of this was some grand gesture on his part because of their age? What if she could make this right?
Before she could change her mind, Jenna began to remove her clothes. Oh yea, she was inexperienced, but Jenna had one advantage in the situation.
She had fantasized about him so much and so often, Jenna knew exactly what she was going to do.
Seduce Logan Gray
– or die trying.
In the kitchen, Logan put on his old fashioned percolator, then hung over the sink, splashing water in his face while the coffee brewed. Was he crazy? The woman he adored was in the next room. He could count the times on one hand that he’d allowed them to be totally alone with each other. And now – she was here, she was legal and most importantly – she wanted him.
“Logan?”
Logan jerked up right, running both hands through his hair. “Yea?”
“Could you come here for a second?”
“Coffee’s not done, I’ll be there in a minute.” He needed just a bit more time to get his errant dick in line. Now that he had her here – what could he say? What could he do? He’d hope to get her to go home to Gray Wolf where he’d know where she was, and that she was safe.
“I don’t want any coffee,” she called. “There’s something else I want. Something I need.”
With only a moment’s hesitation, Logan left the kitchen. “What can I do for you, Jenna?” When he stepped around the corner, he froze – he couldn’t move, speak or think.
Jenna, his Jenna was lying on the couch. Her head on a pillow, her eyes on him, that sweet tongue of hers peeking out and licking her top lip. One leg was bent, her back arched – her incredible breasts thrust up. And God help him…
She was gloriously, stupendously nude.
Completely naked.
“Jenna?” His whole body blazed red hot. Electric. If he’d thought his cock was hard before, now it was huge, rock-solid and throbbing.
“Logan?” She held her hand. “Make love to me.” She ran one hand over her breasts, down her middle to tease the top of her mound. “Please?”
“This is…this is not why I brought you here.”
He didn’t take his eyes off of her. She could see his chest moving up and down, taking in deep breaths. But still…he didn’t move.
Well, if the man won’t come to Jenna, she’d have to go to her man. “No? I can’t think of a better reason. I’ve wanted you for years.” Gracefully, she rose and began walking toward him slowly with catlike grace.
Logan’s mouth was dry, his body shook. The woman was fuckin’ perfect. Over the years, he’d envisioned how beautiful she must be under her clothes.
Damn, he wasn’t even close.
“You’re magnificent,” he whispered. The truth couldn’t be contained. Every part of her was utterly delectable.
“No strings attached. No expectations. No promises. Just love me.”
God, he loved her. He’d always loved her. That wasn’t the problem.
Logan was still stuck in his tracks. His mind wasn’t functioning worth a damn. “Jenna, this…”
“Is what I want.” She stepped up to him, her swollen nipples grazing his chest. “You’ll never know how I’ve dreamed of this moment.” Placing her hands on his shoulders, she rose up on tiptoe and fitted her mouth to his. “Kiss me.”
One touch, that’s all it took and Logan was free. Free to touch, free to hold, free to join their lips and inhale her like she was life-giving oxygen. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She was small, delicate. When she was nestled against him, his body enveloped hers – and he never wanted to let her go.
Jenna began working on his shirt as they kissed, undoing buttons and tugging it from his pants. When he tried to stop her hands, “Baby, baby, we…”
She went with step two.
“We can do anything we want to do.” Turning in his arms without breaking contact, she placed her bottom against his swollen package and rubbed – up – down, looking over her shoulder and up into his eyes.
Up. Down.
He was so big and hard, she felt like she was rubbing against a steel rod.
Logan was hyperventilating. He was about to die. There was no way in hell he could keep his hands off of her. Wrapping an arm around her, he covered one breast with a big palm – and rubbed.
She purred, the woman fuckin’ purred.
Logan didn’t have a chance.
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About the Author:

Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream

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Author Spotlight ☆ Half-Soul (The Realm Book #1) by Katherine Rhodes

Half SoulHalf-Soul (The Realm Book 1)

Hell called to his soul, but his soul resisted.
Or that’s what Asher Terhune believed.

Born from the demonic seduction of his human mother, his birth destroyed her marriage. They were left with only a Guardian and Watcher to protect them from his demon heritage. Born with a half-soul, Asher quickly learned to use the Seven Deadly Sins to fill the hole inside himself.

His favorite sin was Lust.

Women had no chance of a second night with Asher, once he was done with them. And he had no intention of changing his ways. Until the sweet, calm, caring Sarah Illfrig rocked his world, and refused his bed.

Asher found her refusal unacceptable and took on the challenge of seducing her. Sarah pushed him away even as the desire she felt for him was pulling her in.

But Sarah harbored her own secrets, and when the Guardian and the Watcher found out, it became imperative to keep Sarah and Asher apart.

**CONTENT WARNING: Contains adult language, m/m/f, and sexual situations and is intended for adult audiences only. 18+ Only**

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“I’m sorry this turned into such a damn mess tonight,” Asher said, helping her out of the car at her apartment.
“It was only those demons at the end that were any kind of problem,” Sarah said. “They kind of put a damper on the whole vibe. Is Vassago really going to be able to make a claim on his insurance? I didn’t know they had a demon clause.”

Asher laughed. “Are you okay with all of this? A week ago you were just Sarah, the girl whose sickness no one could figure out.”

She paused. “You know, as strange as this is going to sound, yes. I’m okay with it. It explains so much about everything that’s gone on in my life and with my health. I’m oddly comforted by the fact I’m not normal and no doctor will be able to cure this. I did everything right, but this is beyond what regular medicine can do. And I’m okay with that.” She smiled sheepishly. “Especially if it means I get to be close to you.”

Asher returned the smile. “Does this mean I’m off your shit list?”

“Mostly,” Sarah answered.

“Mostly?”

Sarah keyed the door to the building open. “Mostly. We’ll see if I wake up with a job tomorrow.”

“I’m not going to fire you,” Asher said. “That used to happen after we slept together.”

Sarah looked at him. “Like I said, we’ll see if I wake up with a job in the morning.”

Asher got it. He rushed in through the door behind her and spun her against the wall, carefully. “I’m really that far off your shit list?”

“You’ve done everything right, Asher,” she said. “You stuck to every boundary I set up. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman. The only thing you were forward about was finding me yesterday evening and asking me to help you with the emptiness. That’s not really an infraction in my opinion. After tonight, that whole protecting everyone that you and Gad and Vassago did, you’re mostly off my ‘do not fly’ list.”

He leaned a hand on the wall and pushed a little closer. “And what do I have to do to get completely off your ‘do not fly’ list?”

“Two things.” She smiled. “That I wake up still employed tomorrow and how many times you can make me come.”

Asher couldn’t formulate an answer. He gave up and dropped his head to hers, pressing his lips across hers. His first taste of her was one of sugar and strawberries and the scent of fresh ocean air rose up around them. Her lips were soft and careful, and there was still a hint of fear in them. That she was willing to welcome him up even with that fear spoke volumes for her courage. But he had no intention of letting her go, in any sense of that. Tomorrow morning he would confess his darkest sins to her, but for the moment, he wanted to savor her taste and feel her body.

He pulled away from the careful, hesitant kiss and brushed a few stray strands out of her face. “Show me upstairs. Or I’ll start working on condition two right now.”

Sarah’s eyes lit up, and a small smile appeared on her face. “That’s not really incentive.”

“It is if I get you naked right here.”

She pulled her lip between her teeth. That expression had never worked on Asher until just now, when the lust it conveyed and the potential for sexual promise went straight through him and made his dick jump. Asher leaned into Sarah’s ear. “You have a naughty streak, don’t you?”

“You’ll have to find out.” She ducked under his arm and headed for the elevator.

The doors opened for them and Asher ducked in just behind her. She had already pressed the button for her floor and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and pull her against him. She gasped lightly when she felt his length against her lower back, then turned and caught his eyes. “Did I do that?”

“You,” he breathed into her ear. “I have done everything in my power to keep myself in check around you.”

“And what a fine façade you put up,” she answered.

Asher nibbled on her ear. “If we weren’t going only seven floors, we’d have to stop this elevator.” He realized his hands were in the perfect spot, and slid them up just a little to wrap his hands around her firm, pert breasts. He plumped them lightly, and Sarah let out a breath.

“Your hands feel wonderful.”

“I can assure you that your breasts feel just as good.”

He brought his hands back down off of her just as the car slid to a stop. He might threaten to rip her clothes off and take her in the elevator, but he wasn’t really that much of a bastard. She was too much perfection for him to really consider it.

The first time, anyway.
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Author of erotica, light BDSM erotica and paranormal erotica. Expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature. Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature she has set her mind to writing
erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, Katherine resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.

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Author Spotlight ☆ Forever at Midnight (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series Book 2) by Isobelle Cate

forever at midnightWhen Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club, he searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost his mind. He is unable to believe Deanna is alive when he’d buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruors’ headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she’s hidden herself from him all these years.

Knowing her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal everything.

Hearts are broken on both sides, but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all. Desire rises and passions are rekindled. Will Roarke and Deanna’s pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at happiness? Or will it forever tear them apart?
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As the elevator opened to the ground floor, he pressed the hold button before striding the few steps to the door and opened it, taking care that the sun didn’t touch him. As the weak rays of the sun streamed through, he felt the gradual simmer in his blood. Uncomfortable, but bearable.
The scent of ylang-ylang reached his senses before Deanna appeared. Roarke closed the door and backed her against the wall. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss which burned a trail down to his sex. Deanna opened up to him, her tongue twirling against his. He groaned as their tongues duelled, each wanting dominion over the other. His hand curled around her neck while his thumb rubbed against the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Deanna’s moan sent his lust rampaging through his loins. His cock was harder than it had ever been. He rubbed it against her hip, wanting to bury himself inside her sweet warmth.
“Roarke.” Deanna gasped against his mouth. “Please….”
In a flash, Roarke pulled her inside the elevator. As the doors closed he punched in several numbers.
“That’s a longer code.” Deanna observed.
He turned to her. “It’s the code to switch off the camera feed.”
Deanna walked toward him. She opened her coat. His breath hissed through his teeth. She wore a simple wraparound dress of dark blue which cinched her waist and pushed her luscious breasts up. He pulled her against his body and devoured her lips before trailing open mouth kisses down the elegant length of her throat. When he reached the base, where her pulse beat erratically, he licked it, eliciting a sigh from her before he sucked on the tender flesh.
Hard.
Deanna held on to him, her head angled so he could suck more. She whimpered and begged him to continue. Through her skin, Roarke drew a little of her blood. His body rejoiced. His cock strained against his jeans.
Deanna was still his mate. The sweet drop invigorated his senses. He felt more strength literally flowing through his sinews. But there it was. He also tasted something metallic and bitter. No one had to tell him it was the Scatha’s taint. Inside his body, Deanna’s essence mixed with his own. The combination of their blood was stronger than Dac’s contamination. He clenched his jaw at the stab of pain in his system, and then it was gone. His body had battled the taint.
He licked at the spot and felt Deanna shudder against him. She faced him, her eyes aglow with desire. She shrugged out of her coat and parted the bodice of her dress, taking her breast out of her lace bra. Without preamble, Roarke latched on to her tit, kneading the breast as he sucked and nipped at the aroused bud. When he lifted his mouth, she moaned, until she realized he was moving to give the jealous twin equal attention. In appreciation, Deanna cupped his erection before quickly unbuttoning his waistband and unzipping him. Roarke backed her to the corner of the elevator and lifted her. Deanna’s dress parted to show her black lace-edged stockings held by a lace garter belt over a lace thong.
“My lady,” he rasped. “This will have to be quick.”
“Yes, Roarke,” she said huskily, nipping at his neck. “Quick, hard, and rough.”
Deanna pulled her thong aside for him. Her sex was glistening and wet. The scent of her arousal enticed him even as it mixed with his own. In one thrust he was inside her. They both groaned in ecstasy.
He was mindless with lust as Deanna’s sheath clung to his cock. He rode her as she bade him. Quick, hard, and fast. The sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her and the sweet slickness of her fluids coating him drove him wild. His cock thickened with each thrust. By the gods, he loved how his shaft felt as it deliciously scraped against the muscles of her sex. Deanna’s pants and moans became the fuel which propelled him on—harder and harder—until her cries became louder and she fell apart in his arms. With every twitch of her sex against him, he followed her, the guttural cry of his orgasm lost against the softness of her neck.
Their laboured breathing and the hum of their afterglow filled the elevator. Reluctantly, Roarke removed his cock from her wet heat. Kneeling down, he kissed her, pleasuring her until she came again.
Half an hour later, they walked into the foyer, meticulously dressed.

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Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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Author Spotlight ☆ Texas Wildfire by Sable Hunter

Texas Wildfire ‘I Am My Brother’s Keeper’ are the words engraved on the plaque awarded to volunteer firefighter/rancher Titan Sloan. Daily he risks his life to save and protect friends and neighbors. When he finds out the person he loves the most is the one he’s failed to protect, Titan is fit to be tied. Titan Sloan is a hero, but he’s no angel. For years he’s secretly been in love with his Captain’s wife. When he finds out their marriage is a sham and Makenna is being abused, all hell breaks loose. A Texas Wildfire is the backdrop for a story so hot and a love so intense, no one will come through it unscathed.

**Content Warning: This book contains adult language and sexual situations. It is intended for adults 18+ ONLY**

 

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It wasn’t the way he looked at her, even though his intense gaze made her wet. It wasn’t the nice things he did for her, although his thoughtfulness made her feel important. She wanted Titan and the main reason was just…him. He was sexy, sweet, smart and hot as hell. By the time they were ready to go to bed, Makenna was so ready for him, she wanted to ride him like a horse. Her bold thought made her blush, but she just went with it. They’d been relaxing in front of the television. He’d been enjoying a glass of local Moscato, but Makenna had only taken a sip. Until she found out for sure about the baby, she wouldn’t risk alcohol.

But right now she wanted something more potent—him. Makenna took his glass from his hand and set it down. Standing up slowly, she walked to the door. It took a lot of courage, but she turned, giving him a heated glance. “Titan, I can’t wait any longer. I need you. In bed. Now.” Then, she just turned and walked to his room.

Titan didn’t delay long, only enough to come to his senses. He sprang from the couch, bounded up the stairs, kicked the door closed and ripped off his shirt in one mighty move. Makenna’s eyes widened, not only at all the muscle he’d exposed but because he was stalking her across the room like a great big cat. When he reached her, she kissed him right over his heart but eased away when he tried to catch her hand. “No, I want a chance to just…look at you.” Slowly, she started to circle him. “I’ve watched you, wanted you for so long. The day of the calendar shoot, I stood at the back of the room…and my panties got wet from looking at you. Just you. The only sex in my life that counted was what I’ve had with you.”

Titan went still. This was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever experienced. “You like looking at me about half as much as I enjoy looking at you.” But he wasn’t crazy. If Titan could make her a little crazier for him, he would. After all, he figured it would pay off—in bed. He tried to make it look natural, but he stretched a little, moved his body and flexed a muscle or two.

When Makenna came to his back, she gave in, using both hands to caress him from neck to arms, planting a kiss as high on his back as she could reach. And then she paused to skim her night shirt over her head, leaned in and rubbed on him, brushing her stiff hungry nipples back and forth across his back. As her face was pressed to his skin, she felt his chest rumble from a deep-throated growl. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed against him, her hands beginning to move. “I want to be as close to you as I can get.”

Titan thought he could be still. He tried. Those small, soft hands of hers crept up from his waist and covered his pecs, rubbing, the palms caressing his nipples. He looked down. His cock was trying to push out of his pants. “You’re teasing the beast, baby.”

Makenna smiled against his skin. What was amazing about all of this was that he was powerful, a male animal in his prime. He could hurt her if he wanted to, but she had no fear whatsoever. Titan would cut off his arm before he would harm one hair on her head. “You’re so sexy, Titan. I’m wet for you.”

She didn’t make it around to his front by herself, she had help. He pulled her around, lunged at her mouth, taking both of her breasts in his hands. As he ravished her mouth, Titan tugged on her nipples. She arched against him, sliding one hand up his chest to encircle his neck. His mouth slid off of hers, spreading a trail of hot kisses over her throat and collarbone. She followed his lead, licking and kissing his throat, then his jaw. Her spare hand wasn’t idle, she teased his nipple, lightly scoring it with her fingernails. “Enough, babe, I’m dying.” With one easy move, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

“Now the pants, cowboy.” She lay there, spread out and ready for him.

He wasted no time or movement, losing the jeans as fast as he’d lost the shirt. “Better?” He knew his cock was appreciative, it had been living in cramped quarters.

“Come lie on top of me. I need to feel your weight.” This she wouldn’t try to explain, but the sheer bulk of him on top of her made Makenna feel sheltered, enveloped—enclosed. No one could touch her when he stood between her and the world.

“Give me that mouth,” he growled, nipping her bottom lip, eating at her lips. Makenna reveled in his lust, clinging to him and kissing him back just as feverishly. When he pulled away, she thought she’d weep, but he moved down her body, ending up at her feet. Picking up one leg, he caressed the arch, kissing a path from ankle to knee. “Roll over.”

Makenna turned over so quickly, she hoped she preserved some sense of grace. She was so excited. Her arousal was flowing down the inside of her thigh.

“Up on your knees, face in the pillow.”

About two seconds after she’d done as he asked, she felt his mouth against her pussy. “Oh, yes, God, yes.” Not being able to see what he was doing just made it more intense. A lick from his talented tongue made her groan and when he spread her open with his fingers and buried his face in her sex she thought she’d black out. Makenna perched her ass in the air, pushing back, pressing her pussy into his face.

After that, all she could do was hang onto the sheet, because he made it his personal mission to make her scream—and he was very successful. Makenna came so hard she bit a hole in his pillowcase.

Titan couldn’t believe the sight before him. He’d hit the damn love jackpot. There was no sexier woman in the world. For him, she was it. Taking his engorged cock in hand, he fit himself into her cleft, sliding in her cream before pulling back and pushing the head into her opening ever so slowly.

Makenna almost said something about a condom, but she was weak. She was addicted to the feel of him. If something happened, it was on her. She wanted him, she couldn’t deny it. She wanted him forever. So, wanting his child was a natural extension. “More,” she whimpered and he worked his way in halfway. When he pulled back to thrust in, she countered his move, impaling herself on his big cock.

“Mercy!” he bellowed, as his body shook with the need to explode. “Hold on, I can’t stop now.” Grabbing her hips, he began to fuck her hard, covering her back, kissing her neck, grazing the soft flesh with his teeth. When she tightened down around him, milking his cock, Titan saw stars.

Taking her hips in his hands, he held her right where he needed her. Make no mistake about it, he might be on top, but she was calling the shots. At any time, if she gave any hint that she wanted him to let up, to stop, he’d cease and desist. Instead, she begged for him, “More, Ti, harder, more!”

Giving her what she needed, Titan hammered into her. Her little channel caressed him, milked him, burned him with her hunger. “Come for me, baby, I need you so much.” He slid his hands around to her front, one grasping a quivering globe, the other delving between her legs to find her clit.

Titan didn’t know if it was his words or his touch, but she bloomed for him, her body responding in the age-old way of a woman surrendering to a man. With a sexy cry, she came all over him, the pulsing spasms of her channel pushing him over the cliff—a stampede of sensation that kept his cock moving in and out of her long after the clasps of her pussy muscles had milked him of every drop.

Pulling out, he wrapped an arm around her and took her with him, him landing on his back and her spread on top of him like jam on toast. “Did I satisfy you, my Makenna?”

“Completely.” She sighed, relaxing fully against him. “Completely.”
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Author Spotlight ☆ Not Quite Juliet by Katherine Rhodes

Not Quite Juliet (1)One fateful night, by the grace of beer and peanuts, Morgan Kirkbride–the self-professed super fangirl of Silver Soul– falls for the sexy rock god, Nick D. Literally.

Lands on her ass right in front of him.

Morgan is sure the lead singer of Silver Soul thought she was a graceless flake, but instead asks her to a midnight diner and winds up back at her place. She’s captivated, but sure it’s just a crazy one-night fling… Imagine her shock when the very next Monday at Allegheny County Courthouse, the highly respected, well-credentialed chemist Dr. Nicholas Dovadsky is called as a witness — and Morgan recognizes him as the rock god who rocked her bed.

Sparks fly between them, but things get complicated – fast. When an ex-boyfriend returns to haunt Morgan and her roommate, no one takes him seriously. But when the simple threats become violent, perverse and horrifying, she realizes someone is out to get her.

Nick doesn’t intend for anything or anyone to stop him from getting to know the spunky, curvaceous, if clumsy, woman. He just keeps coming back…because there’s one thing he knows: he wants Morgan in his life, for good.

**Content Warning: Contains explicit content and adult situations that may not be suitable for all audiences. 18+ Audience**

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I took the offered hand and nearly swooned. Swooned. Who the hell swoons? I stood up and followed him through the mostly empty club as the staff was sweeping and pushing tables around. He didn’t let go of my hand as we wound through the tables to the door stage right.
This time, the little bitch in my head slapped me. I was being led backstage by the man I had a severe fangirl crush on, and we were going out for food and a chat. I almost dropped my cider at the realization. I was walking backstage with Nick D. I realized I had an obligation to women everywhere at that moment–and I fulfilled it.
I dropped my eyes and I gazed upon the most gorgeous denim-clad backside I had ever seen. He walked just enough to press those firm globes into the denim and release them a moment later with the next stride. The cloth hugged him, and it was one of the most delicious sights I’d ever seen in my life. Squeezable Tush. I wondered if I could bottle it.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked.
My eyes shot up to his, where he was peeking over his shoulder at me about to push the door open. Fire rushed into my cheeks. Let’s see, I had proved I was graceless, easily flustered, worked at a BDSM club, and had absolutely no stealth to even grab a glimpse of the World’s Most Fantastic Backside. I’d probably dump the soup down the front of my shirt.
His eyes sparkled mischievously, though, as he looked at me. I took a chance. “Hmm. It could be a little better. Could you just turn to the right a little?” He laughed, and obliged me.
Oh, it was a perfect ass.
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Author Spotlight ☆ Rapture at Midnight by Isobelle Cate

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She is the very essence of his immortal life.
He is her soul.

Finn Qualtrough, a Cynn Cruor warrior, is on a mission to find the leader of the Scatha Cruor, Dac Valerian. When he pursues three Scatha warriors who can lead him to Dac, he discovers a woman who awakens a desire within Finn to claim her as his own.

Eirene Spence is an insomniac and a computer genius. Her penchant for midnight walks in the park puts her life in danger when the Scatha Cruor find her. She is saved when a handsome stranger rescues her. His touch ignites a hunger inside her that only he can satisfy.

By a twist of fate, Eirene’s client is Dac Valerian. She can lead Finn—and the rest of the Cynn Cruor—to Dac’s lair. But Dac wants her dead.

Now Finn must fulfill his mission while trying to keep Eirene alive. With Valerian after Eirene, nothing is certain, not even her place in Finn’s life.

There is a growing war between the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor: two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood. The Cynn Cruor want to live in harmony with the human race. The Scatha Cruor want to enslave them.

It’s time to start preparing for battle.

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Eirene floated down from a pure cloud of bliss. Delicious shivers stroked her body when Finn kissed her forehead, then trailed kisses down her temple, making a beeline to nip at her neck. He was semi-hard inside of her and Eirene could feelanother wave of lust teasing her core. She trailed her fingers over his skin and arched her back so her nipples could brush his chest. She heard the low rumble of laughter in Finn’s throat as she began to run her fingertips up and down his back, then slowly caress his tight butt cheeks.
“You’re as insatiable as I am.”
Eirene smiled. “I never realized I was ohhh…”
Finn’s right arm encircled her waist while his left arm braced his weight against the step as he pulled out of her. She sighed, her body boneless and sated. She linked her arms around his neck when Finn lifted her and carried her up the stairs. It felt so good being near Finn. She had never felt safer than she did now, in Finn’s arms. She buried her face in his neck, licking and gently sucking his throat. She inhaled his scent of spice and musk and their joint sensual smell. God, his scent was making her want him again.
Finn walked towards her bedroom and to the bathroom.
“How?”
“I can see even in the dark, remember?”
Finn set her down in the bathroom before turning on the tap for her. Eirene entered the stall, sighing as the warm water gently rained on her back, her legs wobbly after their passionate lovemaking.
“You go ahead,” he said. “I’ll get our clothes from downstairs.”
Eirene had other things in mind.
“A kiss before you go?” She asked as her eyes seduced him. She stepped back to allow Finn to enter the stall.
Finn swooped to take her mouth in another heart stopping kiss. Fire started to swell in her belly. Eirene molded her body against his, their tongues teasing each other. Her hands splayed over his chest, her palms overly sensitive, enjoying the play of his muscles beneath them. Finn drew a hard breath before crushing her to him. Excitement poured into the apex between her thighs when Finn’s cock swelled against her stomach. His breath was harsh with need as his stubble scrapped against her neck before dipping towards her breasts. Eirene arched her back and gave a rapturous moan when his mouth captured her left nipple, twirling the tight erect bud around his tongue. Her hips nudged against him and she smiled when she heard his low growl.
She laughed softly.
“Our clothes,” she whispered.
“Can wait,” he muttered against her areola before he gently grazed it with his teeth.
Eirene reveled at the silky feel of his hair as she held his head about her breast. She moaned at the jolts of electricity his tongue ignited, causing her femininity to weep again. She lifted her leg against his hip and reached down between them to slide her hand up and down Finn’s heated shaft. With a growl, Finn lifted her to allow her to place her legs around his waist. The warmth of the shower spray heightened the sensual atmosphere. Finn lifted her and gently backed her against the wall.
Eirene returned every hard kiss, every thrust of Finn’s tongue against hers. She held him tight, urging him to take her, her gasps coming fast from her lips. Finn ended the kiss and looked at her with smoldering hunger. Eirene’s eyes widened, then fell to half-mast when she felt Finn’s hardness slowly sink into her again. She moaned at the pleasurable sensation of her channel readily bathing his shaft with her slick juices.
“Eirene, look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you. I want to know how much you want me.”
Eirene’s eyes widened. His commanding words fed her excitement, and she did as he demanded. She looked at his eyes, turbulent with desire. The gold flecks were back in his midnight blue pupils, looking like tiny rays of the sun against a lunar eclipse. The heat of his hunger caressed her, teased her, and claimed her. She felt as though his heat had tiny tendrils which licked at her skin and teased her hardened nipples. She gasped and hummed when Finn placed his hands underneath her ass to hold her closer, his thrusts bringing her nearer to the precipice. Finn turned on the heat by pumping faster, harder, and deeper. Eirene’s breath caught in her throat. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself. Her eyelids wanted to close at the sheer ecstasy of Finn’s rod thrusting into her. She whimpered, then looked down. Her channel’s lips felt thick and slick as it ate every inch of Finn’s cock, while it appeared and disappeared into her.
“Eirene…look at me.”

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