Happy Tuesday! Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my novella, Into The Darkness. This story is part of the F’d Up Fairy Tales series – naughty fairy tales written by a group of awesome authors.
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Once Upon A Time…
There lived a witch by the name of Celeste Dubois, who was tired of her sister witches disturbing her eternal slumber with their cries. Lately, they all called out to her with the same plea, ‘stop Rip Van Warren, the witch hunter’.
Unable to ignore their cries, she lures Rip into her world, where she keeps him as her prisoner for twenty years. She had every intention of torturing him for those twenty years. But the heart wants what the heart wants.
For twenty years Rip Van Warren is held captive by a beautiful bayou witch. He should hate her. However, their time together has made him rethink his vendetta against witches. All of his life he thought magic was evil. Celeste has taught him that it’s a gift to be treasured, almost as much as he treasures her.
When an unexpected threat enters their lives, Celeste is forced to send him back to his own world in order to protect him. He awakens in the middle of the swamp, confused and dazed. His memories of the last twenty years are foggy.
Yet, there’s one person he’ll never forget, the witch he left behind. He’s desperately seeking a way back to her. However, the witches of New Orleans aren’t willing to help a famous witch hunter.
Will the dark witch and the dark hunter have their happily ever after?
Or will he return too late to save the witch he loves?
They both grew silent. He could hear her moving around in the water. He tried not to, but he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what she looked like behind the curtain.
“Uh, huh? Yeah? What’s up?”
“I’ve apologized. But you haven’t told me whether you forgive me or not.”
Oh that. “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course. Forgiveness cannot be forced.”
True. Did he forgive her? She’d kidnapped him, sent him into a coma and was forcing him to work in the forest. But, he’d destroyed the magic of some of her kind and killed others. If their deeds were placed on a scale, his bad would outweigh hers.
“Yeah, witch, I forgive you.”
He heard her sigh.
Rip shoved his hands into his pockets and stared around the room. So… was their conversation over with? He was no longer needed. She’d said what she’d had to say. He’d forgiven her. They were cool… for now.
“Rip, can I ask for one more thing?”
“What do you want now witch, my kidney?” He joked.
“Nothing that important. But, would you mind washing my back?”
Rip coughed. Why? He had no idea.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” he coughed some more. “I swallowed wrong.” He cleared his throat. “I’m good.”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay. Will you wash my back for me, please?”
He knew witches. He’d studied them all his life. He knew this was a trick of some sort. That didn’t stop him from agreeing.
“Yes, witch, I’ll wash your back.”
He took a step back when he saw her silhouette pulling the shower curtain back. Down boy, he whispered to his body. She’s a witch. There’s no telling what she has up her sleeve. Proceed with caution.
She moved the curtain out of the way, revealing her back to him. She was seated in the tub and all he could see was her shoulders and upper back.
“You can’t do it from way over there,” she called over her shoulder.
Rip realized he’d taken three steps back. He took a deep breath then walked forward until he stood at the edge of the tub, staring down at her. Bubbles shielded her body from his view. Rip sent up a silent prayer, thanking his maker for bubbles.
He didn’t want to see her naked. Not one inch of her. She lifted her knees and part of her thighs peeked through the water. He balled his hands into fists. He could wash the back of one small witch without losing his shit.
She lifted this puff ball out of the water. A red loofah. Rip knelt behind the tub, bringing his face level with the back of her head. As he reached for the loofah, he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. Intoxicating.
Their hands touched when he grasped the loofah. A jolt of electricity sizzled between them. His already hard cock jerked. Thankfully, with her back to him, she couldn’t see his reaction to her.
Rip pulled the loofah from her hand. She leaned forward and tilted her head down, revealing more of her back to him. He wanted to touch her, not with the loofah, with his hands. He wanted to rub his fingers over her skin to see if it was as smooth as it looked.
She lifted her hair from her shoulder. Droplets of water ran down her back then disappeared beneath the bubbles.
Rip dipped the loofah in the water then proceeded to rub it across her shoulders. The thing was so small in his grasp, more of his hand was touching her than loofah. She didn’t say anything, and he didn’t want to stop touching her, so he kept going.
He dipped the loofah into the water again and then squeezed it over her shoulders, allowing it to drip down her back. He rubbed it over her back, lathering her flesh, then dipping the loofah into the water and dripping it over her skin to remove the suds.
He focused on her neck as he worked, fearing if he stared anywhere else, he’d embarrass himself in front of her. Once he was done, he stretched his arm out.
“Done. Here’s your loofah.”
She didn’t take it. Instead, she stared over her shoulder at him, her brown gaze meeting his.
“You’re not done.”
“You haven’t washed my whole back.”
“I can’t reach….”
She stood up in the tub.
He forgot how to breathe.
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The ‘Just A Fool In Love’ event continues with a dark moment from N.D Jones’ book, Of Beasts and Bonds. Enjoy!
In a paranormal world of mystery, mythology, and magic, sometimes old bonds must be broken before new ones can be formed. Who knew that finding one’s soul mate would test bonds and unleash beasts?
Mami Wata and Oya are now free from their watery prison and ready to wage a battle five hundred years in the making. Special Agent Assefa Berber and Dr. Sanura Williams are the prophesized Cat and Fire Witch of Legend. To save the world from Mami Wata, a water goddess with a bloody thirst for power and an insatiable appetite for death and destruction, they must defeat her beasts and the Water Witch of Legend.
Assefa and Sanura are fully in love but possess only a partial mate bond. While Sanura has merged their auras, bonding Assefa’s cat spirit to her, she has yet to accept his claiming bite. Their incomplete mate bond and their new relationship are tested when Mami Wata sets her malevolent eyes on them, manipulating beasts, sacrificing humans, and creating heartache. Can their bond survive, or will they drown under the vicious tide of godly might?
Realm of the Gods
“Oh, but they are most delicious, sister.” Mami Wata stroked the warm tropic scales of her Titanoboa, its tan-and-gray head between her large breasts, the remainder of the snake’s twenty-foot body coiled about her naked form. The snake’s head rose, nuzzled her neck, and then burrowed its face in the sea of her crinkled black hair. “Particularly the were-cat. I think I will enjoy devouring him most of all. What do you think, sister?”
Mami Wata lowered the polished metal disc she held in her hand, an ancient looking glass crafted of gold, pearls, diamonds, and water goddess magic. Through her scrying glass, she observed all—the mortal battlefield of play upon which her well-laid plans would unfold.
Layer by layer by beastly layer.
She turned to her sister. On the other side of the room, a structure designed by Ra and placed in the center of the realm, Oya reclined on a Mngwa print bench. Plush and elegant, Oya all but sank into the luxurious piece of furniture, purple silk draped over her nude form, and emerald eyes staring up at Mami Wata with arrogant, willful familiarity.
Mami Wata smiled. “I will feast on that kitty of yours, sister.”
As Mami Wata had done to her Titanoboa, Oya laid a hand upon the Mngwa print bench and stroked. “I think not. He will be the one to feast upon your pets.”
Mami Wata’s warm smile never wavered, although freezing ocean water ran through her veins, cooling her temper and slowing her immortal pulse.
“He should not even exist.”
“Yet he does, and he is mine.”
“No, sister, what you should have said is that he is mine. For the next few weeks, I own him. And your pathetic fire witch.”
Mami Wata peered into the scrying glass. The fire witch no longer cried, nor were the mortals huddled together outside. They had retreated to their bedroom. From a chaise lounge in the corner of the darkened room, the little witch, legs pulled to chest and arms around knees, watched the were-cat through the glass balcony doors. Though, in human form, he prowled the wrought-iron enclosure, back straight, chin held high, but eyes a savage gold. The first fissure in his chainmail of self-control.
“They are stronger than you think.”
“You speak with such confidence, sister. But that will soon change, for I intend to break the were-cat.”
A hand blown glass statue of a Mngwa appeared in Mami Wata’s hand. She let it slip onto the stone floor, shattering upon impact. “Break him.” A second figurine materialized in her hand, made of stone resin. That too tumbled out of her hand and onto the floor, cracking into a dozen pieces. “Break him.” She opened her left hand, in the center slept a newborn Mngwa. She tossed the cub into the air.
Her Titanoboa opened its mouth and caught the cub, devouring it in one smooth gulp.
Mami Wata grinned at Oya. “Break him.”
The Titanoboa slithered its massive frame down and off Mami Wata. It hissed at Oya, coiling its lower half and rearing up in a show of aggression and solidarity with its mistress.
Reaching out a hand, she stroked the head of her pet. Such a beautiful and loyal creature. All her pets were, even her mortal pets. They would do her bidding whether they wished to obey or not. No one refused a goddess and lived.
“You and your consort have done much to aid my war cause. The sentimental fools that you are. Thank you, sister, for making my efforts that much easier.”
The purple silk cascaded from Oya’s body when she stood, her eyes glowing murderous red.
The Titanoboa opened its mouth wide, razor-sharp fangs white and dangerous. It attacked, lunging at Oya with an unnatural speed and grace.
Up in flames her magnificent and stupid pet went. A hissing, writhing snake driven to extinction in the mortal realm, but alive here due to Mami Wata’s grace. Now scales of ash and charred flesh befouled the cruel air between the goddesses.
A space where love and sisterhood should have been but where bloody competition had only ever existed.
She could make another Titanoboa. But there was only one cat of legend. Once he was gone …
Mami Wata laughed. “I will destroy his loving heart. It is the were-cat’s greatest weakness. And without her lover’s heart, the fire witch will succumb easily to my water witch. The wheels of his defeat are already set in motion. Now return to your spectator’s bench, dear sister, and watch the destruction of Sekhmet’s Mngwa of myth.”
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N. D. Jones lives in Maryland with her husband and two children. Having earned a M.A. in Political Science, she is a dedicated educator. She taught high school social studies for nine years. Currently, she is a professional development teacher specialist with a local Maryland school system, working on increasing student achievement through teacher and administrator efficacy. N.D. is also a continuing education student who is pursuing her doctorate in education in Community College Leadership.
A desire to see more novels with positive, sexy, and three-dimensional African American characters as soul mates, friends, and lovers, inspired the author to take on the challenge of penning such romantic reads. She is the author of two paranormal romance series: Winged Warriors and Death and Destiny. N.D. likes to read historical and paranormal romance novels, as well as comics and manga.
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The road to a happily ever after in Romanceland is never an easy one. This month, we’re highlighting the dark moments of our favorite romance novels and novellas. Enjoy this excerpt from Chemistry by Ellen K. Bennett.
Chemistry – a novel about love and attraction
He’s a tough city cop, and she’s a brilliant graduate student. They meet under impossible circumstances, and they can’t stay away from each other.
In 1992, 22-year-old Nell Russow arrives in Calgary from Auckland to begin a Masters degree in Biochemistry. She and her fellow graduate students frequent a bar near to campus where, unbeknown to them, after hours, girls are drugged and raped by a group of regular punters and some of the staff. One night, Nell is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
During the course of a police investigation into the use of date-rape drugs, Nell meets Mark Shore, an undercover investigator, posing as a customer. After the case is successfully prosecuted she encounters Mark again. Unable to deny her attraction to him, Nell finds in Mark both passion and compassion, and an as yet unexplored sexual connection.
Reckless, carefree Mark, and calm, rational Nell begin to explore the limits of their sexuality and tolerance, with him leading the way in some of their darker experiments.
The cab from the airport pulled up in front of Mark’s apartment building in the early morning sunlight. I raced up the stairs, and then I was outside his door pounding on it, jiggling up and down impatiently, so excited to see him I could hardly wait. The door opened and there stood Lisa. She was dressed in her uniform (she worked in a beauty salon, which I would nastily refer to as a massage parlour), ready for work. I have to hand it to her, she dealt with it perfectly.
‘Oh! Hello Nell. What on earth are you doing here at this hour? I thought you were only coming back tonight. You look exhausted. Why don’t you come in and have some coffee with us?’
Us? Who was ‘us’? I actually pushed her out of the way as I barged into the apartment, calling out for Mark. I was so tired and confused, I just couldn’t make out what she was doing there. I think I would rather have found an alligator in Mark’s apartment than this perfectly groomed and made-up nightmare.
Mark came out of the bedroom, a towel around his lean hips, towelling his hair from the shower. He looked adorable but I was in no mood. Still, I didn’t want to lose my cool and jump to conclusions. There could, after all, be an explanation for this, although I couldn’t imagine what it could be.
Keeping my voice as level as possible, I asked him,
‘What’s going on here Mark?’
‘Oh, my God, Nell!’ he exclaimed, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he was shocked or because he was excited to see me. ‘When the hell did you get in?’
‘A little earlier than you were expecting me by the looks of things.’ I jerked my head in Lisa’s direction.
She was now in the kitchen, making coffee as if she belonged there. I felt like I was going to be sick. Mark played it cool.
‘Oh, baby come here and give me hug. I’ve missed you so much,’ he said, bearing down on me.
I took a step back and said,
I said this calmly and quietly, but it wasn’t a question, and there was now no mistaking my demeanor. If I had burst in on the two of them, then I was not going to take it on the chin or look the other way.
‘Oh, Lisa just came by to pick up some CDs on her way to work, eh Lisa?’
Mark was clearly hoping that this would get him off the hook and she would play along. The bitch, she dropped him right in it.
‘Yes, I just popped in for a coffee and to pick up some things that I left here the other night.’
I didn’t but I wasn’t going to say so. I decided to let them do all the talking.
We stood there, facing each other. I was aching to touch him, hold him and tell him how much I had missed him. I was so sorry that I had come here now to be confronted with my worst nightmare. On the other hand, what if I had just gone straight home? Would he have told me about it?
‘Sweetheart please don’t jump to conclusions. You know we’re just old friends.’
‘Yes Nell,’ chimed in the blonde coffee maker. ‘You don’t need to get upset. It’s really no big deal.’
‘Mark, I don’t know what to think. I just dropped by to say hello to you on my way in from the airport. I thought it would be a nice surprise. Clearly it isn’t. I’m going home now and maybe I’ll see you later.’
And I left, with Lisa calling out a cheery goodbye as I slammed the door behind me. Round one to you Barbie, I thought. Mark didn’t come after me – he wasn’t dressed – so I hailed another cab and went home, where I took a long shower, took the phone off the hook and went to bed with some sleeping pills. The jetlag was taking its toll on me, and as upset as I was, I was exhausted and just wanted to enter oblivion.
In the late afternoon the downstairs buzzer rang, and then rang again insistently, stirring me from the fog of sleep. My suitcase, which had gone astray, had been tracked down and was now downstairs, delivered by the airline. The bell for my apartment’s front door rang a few minutes later, followed by loud knocking, just in case I hadn’t heard it. This guy obviously wasn’t pleased at being imperiously ordered to carry heavy bags around the building when all he was being paid to do was deliver them.
I opened the door to find Mark standing there with my suitcase. He had left work early and arrived as my luggage was delivered. I slammed the door hard in his face, narrowly missing his fingers and yelled,
‘Oh, will you just bugger off!’
‘Don’t you want your luggage?’ he asked through the door.
‘Please just leave it there and go away.’
‘No. I want to talk to you.’
I wrenched open the door again.
‘Really? About what?’
‘You know about what.’
‘I don’t think I need anyone to join the dots for me Mark. I hope you had a good time, I really do, but I can’t cope with you and your childish infidelities right now, so please just leave my luggage and go.’
But he didn’t. He dragged it inside for me and went and sat on one of the couches, cool as you please, just looking at me. He wasn’t smiling, or trying to pretend nothing had happened, but he wasn’t looking too sheepish either.
‘Please come here Nell.’
I was standing over in my kitchen, arms folded tightly around myself and huddled inside my pajamas, a ball of fury.
‘Mark, I am not taking instructions from you, least of all in my own home. I have just flown half way around the world, and all I wanted to do was come and see you. You cannot possibly be so unimaginative and selfish as to think that finding Lisa of all people with you this morning, in cozy domesticity, acting like she owned the place, was going to make a nice welcome home for me.’
‘Please let me explain.’
‘I will do no such thing. I am not interested in the details, which will only hurt me more than you have already, and please don’t insult me by trying to make excuses. You will only make things worse.’
‘How have I hurt you?’
‘Don’t ask me stupid questions. I am tired, I am jetlagged and I am going back to bed. You can sit there and twiddle your thumbs if you have nothing better to do with your Friday night, which I am sure is not the case. I would prefer it if you left.’
‘I’d rather stay. You must be hungry. Knowing you there’s no food in the house.’ There wasn’t. ‘Why don’t you let me go out and get some things and then cook you a nice meal and we can talk about what’s going on?’
‘Oh, Mark,’ I was now close to tears. ‘Please just leave me alone. I really cannot deal with you right now.’
I went back to my bedroom, closing but not locking the door, and went back to bed and eventually fell asleep again. I could hear Mark, who wisely left me to simmer, moving around next door, turning on the TV or the radio, opening and closing the kitchen cupboards, no doubt inspecting my poor supplies with disapproval, and then the front door closed with a click.
When I woke up it was dark. My face was haggard from the trip, puffy bags under my eyes, and I was without makeup. I didn’t bother to change out of my pajamas either. I wasn’t going to make an effort for him tonight. He would have to confront me as I was, if he had had the courage to stay.
Mark was lying on one of the couches, comfortable, relaxed, feet up and reading a newspaper. The TV was on with the sound low, tuned in to one of the news channels. He looked up as I came out of the bedroom and gave me a tentative smile, but I didn’t smile back. I ignored him completely, not even mumbling a response to his,
‘Hello sweetie. Feeling better?’
I went to the kitchen to get some water and Mark sat up and put the newspaper aside, following me. He put his arms around me from behind as I was standing at the sink drinking, resting his chin on the top of my head. I held myself stiffly, rigid and unresponsive and then I pulled away and went and sat on a kitchen stool and stared at him. I wasn’t going to give him any help at all.
‘You look really tired darling,’ he ventured.
‘Travelling around the world in one day does that. But thank you for the compliment,’ I replied with sarcasm.
‘Look, would you please just settle down and eat something and let me talk to you. You really have blown this right out of proportion.’
‘Yes, I’m sure it’s because I’m so unreasonable that you felt you needed to fuck that tart while I was away for just a few weeks.’
I didn’t raise my voice, but Mark was going to have to work hard for this one.
‘I didn’t fuck her, and she’s not a tart.’
That’s what you think, I thought.
‘I don’t believe you.’
‘Look darling, you know I get a bit carried away from time to time, but it’s you I love, and Lisa’s engaged to André.’
‘So, it didn’t mean anything.’
‘So you did fuck her.’
‘No, I didn’t. She came over to watch some movies the other night. She was worried that I was lonely. I may have had a bit too much to drink, and she kissed me. But I swear that was all.’
‘Is that supposed to make me feel better?’
God help me, I was going to forgive him as usual, but Lisa better stay out of my way if she wanted her perfect face and hair to stay that way. There was no doubt in my mind that she had planned the whole thing, and had been at his place that morning deliberately, hoping that I would arrive and walk in on them. How could Mark be so stupid and so blind to her manipulation?
Had this been the end of it, maybe things would have been okay. But things were not okay. The case Mark was working on was making him quite dangerously disturbed, and he was moody and distracted, tired and drawn. My heart ached for him, but I didn’t want to add to his pressure, so I tried to go along with him and do what he wanted, wanting to make him happy. He needed help, and I didn’t know it and neither did he.
Things went back to what, on the surface, passed for normal, but towards the end of August, Mark was sent out of town for two days to work on the case. He was by now in such a state of emotional frustration, a state which he could not share with me, that he was seeking something else, something darker and more destructive. Something in him needed the sad, angry release that I was unable to give him. Afterwards he was even more sad and depressed than before.
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Ellen K. Bennett is a pen name under which I write my books of erotic adult fiction. This subterfuge is necessary to avoid causing embarrassment to my scientific colleagues, who may be searching for the more serious work that I publish in real life. I have lived in the UK, Canada, and South Africa, and I now live on the West Coast with my fellow-scientist husband and our two children. We are dedicated wine drinkers, beach bums, and dog lovers. Writing is my joy and my passion, and I love hearing from readers.
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I’m sharing a snippet from my novel, Claimed By The Succubus. Are you ready for a little guy talk between a soldier and his ship? (It gets lonely in space.) Enjoy!
She is Izeria’Ahzul, the long-lost daughter of my king. She was raised away from our people and knows nothing of her heritage. Our kind are a myth to her. She doesn’t believe we exist and there’s no way she’ll believe she’s one of us.
I am Shun’Uhl, the soldier ordered to return her to my king’s side so she can marry a royal and produce an heir to save our people. To get her to trust me, I shed my beastly form and take on the form of someone she knows. I choose unwisely. The form I’ve selected is a male she despises.
The more time I spend with her, the more she comes to like me. And though I’ve tried to resist, I find myself falling for her also. Her feelings for me will change once she learns of my deception and sees how I really look. Part of me wants to complete my mission and return her to her father. Another part of me wants to remain in this form forever and spend my life with Izeria.
I have a choice to make: be honest with the female I love and risk losing her or lie to her for the rest of our lives. Unfortunately, the choice is made for me when we come under attack and I have to release my beast to protect her.
Now she has to make a choice: Me and my beast or a kingdom?
When we arrive in her room, I place her on the bed. I stand in front of her while she takes her medicine and washes it down with a swig of soda. I can tell it’s her first time experiencing the beverage from the look of awe and delight on her face. She places the cup on the nightstand next to her before staring up at me.
“There are bubbles tingling on my tongue.” She sticks her tongue out to show me.
I shove my hands into my pockets. I will not touch her. “What made you sick?”
“I ate too much. I mean, like way too much.”
“It was all so good. I couldn’t resist.”
“Moderation is key.”
“I know. I’m never eating again.”
“I say I’m never going to drink again every time I have a hangover. As soon as the hangover is over, I’m back to drinking.”
“Do you do that a lot, drink spirits?”
“No. Only when celebrating.”
“Good. I’ve seen alcoholics. Drinking too much can ruin your life and your body.”
Silence fills the room. I’m okay with just standing here, staring down at her. I force myself to back away. “I’ll leave so you can clean up and get some rest.”
She nods. I hesitate briefly before turning to leave the room.
I stop and glance over my shoulder at her.
She pushes her hair behind her ear before speaking. “Thank you, for helping me.”
Guilt creeps over me like a chill in the air. I’m not who she thinks I am and I’m definitely not helping her. I don’t deserve a thank you. “You’re welcome.”
“And thank you for not laughing at me or yelling at me for being stupid.”
“You’re not stupid and I would never yell at you. You’re on an adventure. You’re supposed to make mistakes. We learn from them and then move on.”
She chuckles. “I have learned my lesson, trust me. Thanks again for being there for me.”
“I’ll always be there for you.” Why did I say that? I won’t always be there. Soon, she’ll be married off to a royal she’s never met. I won’t have further contact with her. She smiles but says nothing. I need to get out of here, away from her, to clear my head. “Get some rest,” I tell her and leave the room. Shutting the door behind me, I lean against it and stare up at the ceiling.
“You’re failing at keeping your distance from the princess,” Blue tells me.
I’m thankful that Blue can speak to me on the hall speakers and not be heard by Izeria on the speakers in her bedroom. Still, I don’t know much about her kind. Her hearing could be just as good as mine.
“We have a guest, Blue. You have to talk to me through my ear piece.” I push away from the door and walk back toward the flight deck. When Blue speaks again, he uses my ear piece to voice his opinion. He always has an opinion.
“There was an extreme increase in heat coming from you when you were holding the princess.”
“I’m hot natured. It’s in my genes.”
“Did you have to hold her so closely to your body, captain?”
No. “Would you rather I’d left her to be sick alone?”
“This will end badly. Captain, you are being dishonest with her. You are not who she thinks you are. You look like someone she knows, that is why she is being familiar with you. When she learns of your deceit, she will feel betrayed. If you allow her to care for you on an intimate level, she will feel worse than betrayed.”
“What feeling is worse than betrayal?”
“She’ll feel destroyed.”
Destroyed? Yeah, that does sound worse. When I reach the flight deck, I fall into my seat and stare out the port hole. I know what Blue’s saying is true. If Izeria comes to care for me, she will feel destroyed when she finds out that I’m not helping her, instead, I’m kidnapping her. I have no choice. The king has ordered this. I have to obey.
“Should I ignore her the rest of the voyage?” I say aloud.
“You should keep a friendly distance.”
A friendly distance?
Speak to her only when I have to. Don’t allow my beast to sniff her or be too close to her. Avoid sharing meals with her.
A friendly distance. I can do that. I will do that. Time to return my focus to the mission and away from the female resting a few doors away from me.
“Blue, when was the last time you did a perimeter scan?”
“Ten minutes ago. Would you like for me to pull up the report?”
Leaning back in my chair, I stare at the screen in front of me, waiting for the perimeter scan to come up. When it does, I lean forward and watch the slide show. The perimeter is clear. There are no threats lurking in the shadows.
“We are all clear,” Blue reports. “There are no cloaked ships hiding in the shadows.”
“We are on solar day one of our forty solar days’ journey.”
On schedule. Forty solar days. Ten weeks. Two and a half months. It will feel like forever alone on this ship with Izeria. It will take all my willpower to keep my beast in check, hell, to keep myself in check for that long.
I try to resist asking… I can’t. “Update on Izeria. Is she okay?” I ask my ship’s AI, who acts more like a father than a computer.
“You were just with her, captain. You saw for yourself that she is recovering nicely from her upset stomach. This inquiry makes me believe you are going to have a hard time keeping a friendly distance.”
“I just want to make sure she’s comfortable. She’s the king’s daughter. I have to be hospitable.”
“True, captain. Our princess is well. She has taken advantage of the sanitation mist and is now resting in bed.”
“Is she asleep?”
“No, captain, she does not slumber yet.”
I place my elbows on the console and stare out into space. I wonder what she’s doing right now. She needs to feel better soon. I don’t like her being sick. It makes me uneasy. If Blue says she’s fine, she’s fine. I imagine her all alone in her large bed. Mine is larger. She’d be more comfortable there. I can already imagine her there, her wild hair fanned out on my pillow.
“Are you okay, captain? Your heart rate has increased.”
Clearing my throat, I say, “I’m fine, Blue.”
I will not go to her.
I will not go to her.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
I will not go to her.
My inner beast laughs. He knows the truth. There’s no way we’re going to be able to keep our distance.
We don’t want to.
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The Madly In Lust event continues with a seductive scene from ‘An Amazon’s Equal’ by Fionna Guillaume. Enjoy this naughty excerpt. I did!
In a society of Amazon warriors, Pyrena dares the impossible… she falls in love.
Greek legends call them Amazons, but Pyrena and her sisters are not merely warrior women. Wise mistresses of their forest home, they share everything: friends, war, work, meals…and captive men. Love has no place in their community; the men they keep are strictly for pleasure. It seems idyllic, yet
Pyrena can’t help feeling there is something missing in her world.
Astrastos marches into battle with one intention: to claim a fiery Amazon for his bed. When he is captured instead, he discovers more than he ever imagined. As they share erotic delights and passionate conversations, he realizes Pyrena is the woman he wants for life.
As they fall inevitably, unstoppably in love, the pressures of captivity grow stronger. Without freedom they cannot truly be together, but how can Pyrena stand alone against everything she has ever known? She must find a way to reconcile her society with her love….or abandon them both.
“An Amazon’s Equal” is an erotic New Adult romance, set in a historical fantasy world where women rule, love is impossible, and a Goddess’ blessing may also be a curse.
He looked up just as she plucked the book from his hands.
“I hope you marked your place,” she said.
Astrastos let her pull him into the nearest room. Without preamble she fastened the curtain and shucked off her clothes, propelling her naked body onto his.
“I want you,” she gasped.
There was no foreplay; she was dripping ready from the moment she entered the tent. Engulfing his mouth in a kiss, Pyrena tore off his loincloth and clawed at his shoulders, climbing his body in her eagerness.
Astrastos was caught off balance; she already had one leg wrapped around his hips and was hauling herself higher. His hands went involuntarily around, clutching her ripe buttocks. She leaped into him, further upsetting his balance. Astrastos stumbled backwards until he connected with the wall.
Shrieking like a wild thing, she hitched both legs around his waist. His erection throbbed between them, crushed against her belly. She tightened her grip on his shoulders and wriggled higher, adjusting her position with feral desperation, bouncing around until finally, with a cry of delight masked by his grateful moan, she slid onto his welcome shaft.
“You’d better hold on,” she growled.
Her breath burned against his cheek. Astrastos was happy to obey – he held on tight, reveling in her soft skin, with those smooth muscles beneath. Her legs gripped tightly around his hips as she slid up and down, rolling her buttocks beneath his hands, thrusting herself into him. Astrastos could barely believe it.
He had never imagined being so fully dominated, at the mercy of her pleasure. His fingers clenched, digging into her skin, helping her lift and settle, faster and harder onto his erection. Their bodies met with a slapping noise, increasing in tempo as they hurried toward climax.
Pyrena’s cries matched their rhythm, harsh and beautiful to his ears. Her fingernails were digging red marks into his shoulders but Astrastos didn’t notice. All he could feel was rising ecstasy, his erection swelling to fill the hot, tight, unbearably sweet crevice of her body. His orgasm exploded without warning, accompanied by a bellow unlike anything he had ever heard – much less made – before. Pyrena held him with her legs, her arms, her inner muscles, draining him completely.
They collapsed in a heap, sticky and breathing hard. Astrastos couldn’t decide if he was being punished or rewarded in this strange new life. Her lovemaking had been rough, sudden. She goes from hard to soft in a moment, he thought, his head swimming with confusion. He didn’t turn his face to look at Pyrena, but he heard her heavy breath and felt the heat of her wet skin.
“Tell me,” she said at last, speaking between sharp intakes of breath, “Why were you with that army?”
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All books have them… that dark moment when all seems lost for the couple we’ve come to adore. But, after they pull through whatever obstacle standing in their way, they come out stronger and more in love than before. We always celebrate the victories. In April, I’m highlighting the struggle. Without it, our beloved couples wouldn’t be the same.
Or, maybe they would. But the dark moments are a bit exciting, aren’t they?! All April long I’ll share those moments from some of our favorite books. So, authors, if you’d like to share your dark moments on my blog, please email me: email@example.com
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-Buy links, author links, author bio.
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