This week I wrapped up edits for Under The Harvest Moon so I thought I would share the teaser. This book is a collection of three short stories.
Enjoy!
The Accursed
"This is wrong," she said.
Christian reached beneath her, palming
her breast.
It was wrong, but the delicious quiver
racing through her body, spiking at her nipples in an erotic ache against his
hand said otherwise.
"Yes, it is wrong, but that is what
makes it so good. Let me teach you the way of the world outside Salem. Leave
here with me, and let me teach you to soar above those who have wronged
you." Christian's stare was intense as she craned her neck to see him.
Yes, Rebecca thought. Yes, that was what
she wanted. She wet her lips. "Take me, Christian," she said.
"Take me and let us be done with this place. I know you will do what is
right."
Her quiet faith in him seemed to be his
undoing, as though her words released a passion pent up in him and a barely
restrained desire to spiral out of him.
"You know if I could, I would have
had you in my bed first. I would have had you yesterday before I left your
cottage, against the door. I would have rather had you years ago, but you were
not ready for me then. It is never easy for a woman the first time. You are
sure you want this?"
"Yes,"
she said.
Christian dipped his mouth to hers and
claimed a kiss. The touch of his lips, the glide of his tongue, almost made
Rebecca forget where she was. The taste of him invaded her senses.
He pulled back then. "I am going to
take you in every way a man can, lest I leave any virtue behind."
Castle de Sânge
Vasili stepped in again, cupping her
cheek. He rubbed his thumb alongside her face. "It is not my wish to break
you. I admire your spirit. It is what drew me to you. I wanted to know what
exists beneath the façade you wear. You wish to learn? Let me educate you on
the passion there is to be had between a man and a woman."
She tried to pull back. "I do not
wish to be your whore."
"I will not make you my whore,"
he said, reaching for her hair.
Her eyes narrowed as she watched him pull
another pin from her head, the strand it had held cascading down to dangle over
her breast and Vasili casually tossed the pin over his shoulder, his stare
traveling down the lock, to her breasts, and back up.
She gaped, staring after the pin, but he
tilted her chin with a finger, returning her attention to him. When he was
satisfied that her concentration was again on him, Vasili slowly circled her,
returning to her back. He kissed her neck tenderly and reached around to fill
his hand with her breast. He gave her a squeeze and Katia gasped. In the
faintest bit, her neck rolled to the side for him and Vasili chuckled darkly.
Her skin fevered under his touch.
As much as Katia might like to deny him,
her body betrayed her.
Desire thrummed through her, coursing in
her veins.
Katia might not be so hard to tame as he
thought. Her blood pulsed hard, and what thrilled him more, it was all from his
touch. He would show her pleasure she had never dreamed of before.
Vasili pulled the last pin from her hair
and wound his fingers in her tresses, pulling her head back. He sealed his lips
over hers then, kissing her hard. "I want you, Katia. I will have
you," he said against her lips.
"No," she whispered back.
Vasili dipped under her arm, returning to
her front. He stooped to pull a small dagger from his boot, causing Katia to
shrink back as much as the chains would allow. He came forward and pulled her
into him with one arm and with the knife in his other hand, drew it up her
back. The sound of the pearls clanking to the stone floor filled the massive
room.
Katia gaped at him in horror, but Vasili
smiled down on her triumphantly and made quick work of removing the rest of her
bodice.
"You are an animal," she spat.
"You have no idea," he
murmured, taking the top of her skirts in hand and ripping them down the
middle.
Her Dark Hunter
Enid was minimally aware as the first
hunter sped off into the thick night that the other hunter had flipped the
woman over on her hands and knees. She watched him a moment. He took her like
an animal, but she tossed her head back panting and crying out with pleasure.
The Drochdraci tightened his hands about her throat from behind, pressing in
harder, speaking to her in their strange language.
Enid stumbled away.
As she began to run, the juncture of her
thighs was damp and slick as her legs moved. Her heart pounded. She looked
behind her to make sure no Drochdraci followed.
And then the air left her lungs as she
impacted with something hard and fleshy and Enid's knees buckled. She felt
herself falling to the ground backwards.
Upon contact with the ground, she lifted
herself up and began to instantly scoot back, making room between herself and
whatever it was.
She stared up in horror at the Drochdraci
standing over her.
His legs braced apart, his hard, muscled
body gleamed golden under the harvest moon. Like her, he had been dusted with
gold. All he wore was the simple white cloth about his hips, barely long enough
to cover him, and a golden mask, which concealed his entire face and resembled
a creature with large teeth.
"No," Enid whispered, slowly
inching further back, knowing it would pounce on her at any second and in that
moment everything she had dreamed of sharing with Ciarán would be forever
tarnished.
It stared down on her intently, poised to
strike.
And then, he jerked off his mask.
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