~ Sexy Sneak Peek: Into the Ashes~ ~

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   Savitar pulled back, his face a savage look of hunger. “Step out.”

   Raven placed a hand on his shoulder as she did what he asked. She felt exposed, vulnerable standing in front of him naked, and yet she had never felt so sensual or powerful before. He made her feel like a goddess as his gaze burned over every inch of her skin. She took a step back as he slowly rose to his feet. She wanted to touch him, to taste his golden skin. This was madness. She was in a strange land with a man she barely knew, but it was as if this was what she had been looking for her whole life.

   Being with him just felt…right.

   Going on with the urge, she pulled at the fastenings of his leather pants, wanting to see all of him. Her heart thudded in her chest as his massive erection sprang free then gulped.

   Oh…holy shit.

   Raven all but gawked at his enormous cock that jutted out from between his thighs. The hard shaft was lined with veins that she could almost see throbbing under the skin and a pearly drop of liquid leaked from the bulbous head. It was safe to say that she had never seen a cock that size. She couldn’t imagine that giant stalk being shoved inside her without a whole lot of pain. She was good with a little twinge but that thing was like a weapon of torture.

   Houston, there was definitely a problem.

   “That…you…it… Good god, Savitar! I don’t think this is going to work.”

   Savitar frowned as he stared down at her small figure. Her body was perfect, with full breasts and strong muscle tone beneath soft, smooth skin, but she was tiny compared to him. “You are small, but the Gods would not have given you to us if you could not take us.” 

   He quickly removed the rest of his clothing until he stood naked in front of her.

   Sweet Jesus. He was big all over.

   No, not big. Massive. “I—”
   
   His eyes sharpened on her. “Have you changed your mind?”

   Raven blew out a breath. “No. I still want you but that”—she waved her hand at his straining erection—“is pretty damn intimidating.” She yelped as he picked her up.

   “Come, we shall do this in the water where it will help ease my way inside you.”

   He quickly carried her over to the pool and slowly lowered both of them into it. The water was strange and Raven let out a sigh at the soothing feeling the water produced. It was thicker, almost gel-like and instantly took away the lingering ache caused by the lightning strike earlier.

   Savitar released her legs, letting her slide down his body. She automatically wound them around his hips, making him growl as she rubbed his engorged flesh between their stomachs. He captured her lips in another heated kiss, making her moan with need. She started to raise herself up so she could impale herself on him but he stopped her as he pulled back.
  
   She frowned at his serious expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked softly as she ran her hand through his hair.

   “I should have brought some trela oil with us to help ease your body open, but I never dared to dream you would mate with me when I brought you here.” He lifted her body to sit her on the stone edge of the pool and shoved her thighs open so he could fit his big body between them. “I need to make sure you are ready for me.”

   “I am ready,” she swore. “I want you.”

   “Not yet, but you will be,” he growled.

   His eyes flickered down to her pussy and Raven fought not to squirm under his intense gaze. She’d never had a man study her privates so closely and it was making her feel awkward. She could feel how wet she was and watched as his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her desire for him.

   Savitar’s cock jerked as he looked at his mate’s pussy. The women of their world had pale skin, even on the inside of their pussies and Arcadian women would never think to remove the hair from their intimate flesh. He was fascinated by the small strip of hair that lay on the mound above her core. He had never seen anything more beautiful than the pretty pink flesh of Raven’s pussy.

   Growling, he forced himself to go slow. He explored her bare pussy with two of his large fingers, careful not to hurt her. Looking up at her to find her watching him, he pushed one of his fingers inside her tight, slick channel. The look of pleasure on her face was almost enough to make him come. He was holding onto his last thread of control and knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

   Without further warning he spread her thighs wider and buried his head into her pussy. She cried out as he stabbed his tongue into her tight hole over and over again, sucking and licking up her juices. He growled at the sweet taste of her, wanting more. Focused on bringing her the ultimate pleasure, he shoved his fingers deep, stretching her pussy open as his mouth moved to suck on her clit.

   Raven felt Savitar’s hand grip her thigh tight, holding her in place as her body exploded. Her entire body shook with her release and she threw her head back as the ecstasy consumed her.

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~ Sneak Peek: Into the Ashes! ~

Here is your first sneak peek at my newest release, Into the Ashes - book two of the Arcadians series, to be released November 21st!

Tomorrow I will post the naughty excerpt, so keep a look out!

   Raven lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving until she realized that the rain no longer fell on her as it had only moments ago.  

   Without opening her eyes she took stock of several things at once. Warmth surrounded her and the tantalizing scent of food teased her senses, reminding her of how damn hungry she was. She heard the subtle shift of movement close by and forced herself not to stiffen in alarm.

   She knew instantly, wherever she was, she wasn’t alone.

   Gathering her courage, she braced herself and slowly opened her eyes then immediately squeezed them back shut.

   Impossible.

   She must have suffered some sort of head trauma in the fall because there was no way she could have just seen what she thought she did. She opened her eyes back up and silently cursed.

   Son of a bitch…

   She was either dead or crazy, and neither option appealed to her.

   What a great fucking way to end her day…

   “Son of a bitch,” Raven said again, this time out loud, not believing what she was seeing as she slowly sat up and took a good look around.

   Clearly the lightning must have killed her because she sure as shit didn’t have the imagination to come up with the craziness she was seeing. Raven had always thought that she had lived her life with purpose, had done good work throughout her time on the force, but none of that seemed to matter.

   No. She had been judged…and it had landed her in hell.

   Taking in her surroundings at a glance, she saw she was in a large stone room, only the stone was a weird shimmering bronze color. Drapes of gossamer silver fabric hung from the ceiling that reminded her of a medieval hall she’d once seen in a movie. Bright blue fire blazed out of large silver cauldrons set up strategically around the room. The air felt thicker here as if her lungs had to work harder to breath. Her body moved, but it was as if it were in slow motion, like she could bend the very air to her will. Everything she saw was brighter, more vivid, and sharper as if her eyes were being introduced to a new spectrum of colors.

   Dozens of tables were set up around the large room. She had obviously landed smack-dab in the heart of some sort of celebration and the room was filled with…

   Holy shit!

   She was so seriously screwed…

   Fear was a living, breathing entity within her as she finally focused on the inhabitants of the hall. The room was filled with what could only be described as seven foot tall, glowy-eyed demons, all with dark hair and bronzed skin. She saw several beautiful female demons dressed in transparent jeweled-tone dresses scattered around the hall, but the females were completely outnumbered by the male demons that dominated the room.

   Sweet Jesus, they were all big bastards.

   The males all wore varying shades of dark leather pants and brightly colored shirts made of a shimmering material she had never seen before. Several of them wore belts with actual swords hanging down the sides of their legs. They surrounded her from all sides, all staring at her, frozen in what seemed like shock at her sudden appearance.

   Or she should say, had been shocked.

   She had seen lust in the eyes of men far too often not to notice the change that occurred in  several of the male demons closest to her. They shifted their large muscular frames as if preparing to pounce on her to rip her to pieces or for other purposes she’d rather not think about.

   Yep, she was seriously screwed.

   Raven slowly shifted to a crouched position where she’d have better access to the weapon she was eternally grateful she still felt strapped to her hip. The whisper of movement behind her in the silent room had her bracing then a low growl had her turning her head and freezing in fear. She was situated at the base of a few wide steps leading up to a raised platform and when she looked up…

   Fuck.

   She really was dead and hell had two rulers, not one.

   The sight of the two male demons on their feet behind the head table had her eyes going wide with terror. Obviously brothers, both of the demons in charge were frighteningly beautiful with strong chiseled jaws, high cheekbones, and tempting full lips made for kissing. They were almost identical, with long brown hair that flowed loose around their shoulders with two braids at the sides of their temples. They both wore black leather pants with silver tunics that were an interesting contrast to their glowing golden eyes. Their powerfully built frames were tight with tension and their eyes were locked onto hers like laser beams, making it impossible to look away from them.

   They were warriors, strong and lethal.

   Raven felt her heart thud in her chest as she fell deeper into the intimate connection she had with the two of them. It was strange. She’d never reacted to a man this way, let alone twomen at once. No, they weren’t men, they were demons. How in the world could she be attracted to demons? She was still scared shitless, but she was also…aroused? That was until one of them opened his mouth and growled at her.

   Oh, Christ…

   The demons had fangs!

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TO DEFY A DUKE

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Elias Shelton, the Duke of Winsdale, has a duty to produce an heir. Completely indifferent, he leaves his mother to invite all the most suitable candidates to a house party at Winsdale Park, promising to choose one of them as his duchess. Returning home after several days of pre-nuptial carousing, Eli falls from his horse and badly injures his head. His life is saved by a mysterious woman who fascinates and enthrals Eli.

Athena Defoe and her young twin sisters are hiding from their past in a tumbledown cottage on Eli’s estate. Athena refuses to place her trust in Eli, but he is equally determined to repay her by protecting her. To do so he must first discover what or whom she is so afraid of. With attention focused on her by the duke’s interest, Athena’s whereabouts becomes known and danger visits her quiet corner of Hampshire.

Caught up in the whirl of his mother’s entertainments, Eli must race against time to save the woman he’s fallen in love with, even if she isn’t duchess material…

EXCERPT

“Mrs. Defoe.” Eli offered her an engaging smile. “Welcome to Winsdale Park.”

Athena continued to stare at him, looking totally stunned. She swallowed several times, deathly pale and so bewildered, Eli felt wretched for having deceived her. She made no response to his greeting as a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions passed across her lovely features, none of them especially encouraging. She was not only shocked, but angry with him.

Very angry.

Eli wondered if she knew just how endearing she looked when in a high dudgeon. She was simply magnificent in her justifiable rage and clearly not the slightest bit intimidated by Eli. Silence sucked the atmosphere dry as she continued to fix him with a penetrating gaze of focused fury. Susan, equally bewildered by the chilly silence, cleared her throat and sent Eli a speaking look. It broke the spell, and Athena finally acknowledged his presence.

“Your grace.” She imbued the words with sweet sarcasm as she dipped an elegant curtsey.

“I am very glad you were able to come to my sister’s aid.” He waved a hand around the cavernous barn, treating her as though she had just spoken with the upmost civility. “She was quite at her wit’s end over all this.”

“I was?” Susan looked surprised to hear it.

“I am no longer sure I can be of any help,” Athena said, a determined jut to her chin.

“Susan, I believe Mother needs you.”

“No she doesn’t, Eli. She is discussing menus with Mrs. Coulton.” Susan sent him an impish smile and leaned her chin in her cupped hand, making her intention to remain with them patently clear. Eli supposed he couldn’t blame her. Susan, the little minx, would be eaten up with curiosity about his connection to Athena. “I should only be in the way.”

“You’re in the way now,” Eli replied, through gritted teeth.

“Me?” She elevated her brows in innocent surprise. “You must excuse me, but Mrs. Defoe and I are in consultation about decorating this barn. If anyone is in the way, it’s you.” She settled herself on a stool and sent him a sweet smile. “But don’t mind me. If you have matters to discuss with Mrs. Defoe, I shall find something to occupy me.”

“Mrs. Defoe.” Eli held out an arm. “Do me the goodness of taking a turn around the lake with me.”

His goddess sent him a lofty glance from beneath her fringe of thick, curly lashes. “Do I have any choice in the matter?”

“Absolutely you do,” Susan replied before Eli could. “No one ever dares to say no to Eli. He will bark at them, and intimidate them if they attempt it, you see. But you are my guest, not his, and it’s high time someone put him in his place.”

“Susan, are you absolutely sure there isn’t something you ought to be attending to?”

“Thank you for your concern, Eli, but I believe my morning is completely my own.”

“Mrs. Defoe.” Eli again proffered his arm, an edge to his voice. “Please oblige me.”

She inverted her chin, expelled a disgruntled sigh, and moved elegantly across the space that separated them. Eli felt victorious when she placed her small hand on his sleeve, even if she did so with obvious reluctance.

“Pray excuse me, Lady Susan,” she said. “I will not be gone for long.”

“Take all the time you need, Mrs. Defoe,” Susan replied with a mischievous smile. “I shall busy myself ordering the cutting of the blackthorn and elderberry branches you suggested.”

“Make sure they know to cut them as long as possible. These decorations need to be on a large scale in order to show to their best advantage.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Eli led Athena away in the direction of the lake. She looked straight ahead, but he could sense the fury in her fixed expression and rigid stance. What else could he have expected? He was unsure how to proceed or what to say to win her around, and so thought it best to wait for her to break the brittle silence that sprang up between them. It was several minutes before she did so—several of the longest minutes of Eli’s life.

“I dare say you enjoyed a good laugh at my expense,” she said through tightly compressed lips.

“Quite the contrary, I do assure you. I’ve never felt more obliged to anyone.” He sent her a candid smile. “You saved my life, and asked for nothing in return. I don’t think you understand how remarkable that is.”

“Why did you not tell me who you were?” She stopped walking and glared at him, a rich burn turning her eyes the colour of molasses, her cheeks flushed delightfully pink with indignation. “Or did you prefer to entertain yourself by making me look foolish?”

“What would you have done if you had known?”

“Sent word here at once.”

“Precisely.” He started walking again, compelling her to remain with him by placing his free hand over the one still resting on his other arm. “And I couldn’t have that.”

“You would rather sleep in a…just a minute.” She snatched her hand from beneath his and covered her mouth with it. “The repairs to the cottage, selling our lace so easily, this request for help from your sister…that was all your doing?”

“Yes, I wanted to repay you in some small way.”

“So Miss Dawson wasn’t impressed by our lace.”

She looked endearingly discouraged, and it took every last vestige of Eli’s self-control not to pull her into his arms and kiss away the hurt.

“Oh, I believe she was,” he said in a languid tone. “She ought to be. Even I can see that it is exquisite, and I’m told she has every expectation of it selling well.”

“It should. It’s far cheaper than it ought to be.”

“Why is that?”

She shook her head, and it was obvious she didn’t plan to say anything more.

“This may come as a surprise to you, your grace, but I was perfectly happy to help you, just as I would have helped anyone I found on the ground bleeding to death. You didn’t have to interfere in my life in some obscure attempt to repay me.”

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