8:53 AM | Labels: Anya Richards, Ellora's Cave, Fleeing Fate, Stone-Hard Passion, Unveiled Seductions
This month I celebrated the release of books one and two in my Unveiled Seductions series, Fleeing Fate and Stone-Hard Passion and the response to them has been amazingly gratifying! Set in the world beyond the Veil separating our world from that inhabited by all the supposedly mythological and legendary beings, the first book features super-sexy storm god Jakuta Dagbo and his banshee lover Gràinne.
Please enjoy the blurb and excerpt below!
Jakuta Dagbo knows bad weather’s approaching, even though the sky above the faie world is clear. And when Gràinne Bairdie walks into The Midnight Café wanting an arcane tattoo, he realizes the tempest raging into his life has nothing to do with wind and rain. Just one look at her brings his storm god libido, and the protective instincts he no longer trusts, to thundering life.
Gràinne’s a banshee on the run, desperate to claim the emotions she’s sure are rightfully hers and with no time to explore the sparks of need flying between herself and Jakuta. What she’s trying to do will bring the wrath of the Banshee Council down on her head, and she knows they’ll do anything to stop her.
Yet, as Gràinne and Jakuta peel back the layers of their lives, searching for the answers she needs, they can’t ignore the lightning-hot passion searing their blood. And when emotion reaches its apex, demanding complete surrender to the cyclone of desire, neither can resist. Even if it means Gràinne’s banshee wail of release will be her last.
Lower slipped her fingers, over his chin, down to lightly cup the muscular column of his throat, her thumb stroking the underside of his jaw. Each new place she touched just made her want to explore him further, discover what aroused him, what would make him shake with need, the way she shook. Suddenly being with him, experiencing what it meant to be taken by and give to this man was of tantamount importance. That need forced every other consideration out of her mind.
“Gràinne, sweetness…” She loved the way his words seemed like gravel-filled velvet. “Be careful.”
Ignoring his warning, she flicked open the buttons of his shirt, hearing his breathing grow rougher as each fastening popped free. Finally she could rest both hands on his chest, and they both moaned slightly at the first sweep of her palms over his fiery skin. Finding his nipples tight and puckered, she instinctively pinched them lightly and his eyes grew fierce. But still he didn’t try to touch her in return.
“Do you know what I pledged to myself when I came here tonight?”
Without waiting for his response, she pulled his shirt free from his pants. He grabbed her shoulders and she stilled, looked up to meet his gaze.
“No. Tell me.”
Leaning forward, she circled one nipple with the tip of her tongue, sighing with pleasure as it grew even tighter, and Jakuta’s skin rippled beneath her teasing fingers. When she spoke her mouth was a hairsbreadth away from his body, and she knew he would feel the words as a cool breeze on his damp flesh.
“I promised myself to find freedom tonight, even if it were the very last thing I did.” Closing her eyes, she dragged her lips back and forth over his chest before resting them over his rapidly beating heart. “I never knew it would be so incredible.”