Sneak peek of my upcoming erotic paranormal romance suspense novel, Deadly Decadence. It's suspenseful, passionate, and is guaranteed to have you twisting in your seat asking for more. Here's an excerpt!
He grabbed her wrist when she reached for his plate. The zap of energy that sizzled from her skin onto his caused him to drop it as fast as he'd grabbed it and push back from the table.
"What are you?" he asked, feeling stupid for blurting out the question.
She stood frozen in place, her face averted, and chest heaving with rapid breath. "You should go."
He stepped a few paces backward and waited.
Waited for her to blurt out another revelation.
Waited for his body to stop quacking with the need to get naked.
Waited for his brain to gain control of this situation.
Waited for her to say something—anything—that would convince him to flee when he wanted nothing more than to stay.
When she finally lifted her head and looked at him, the need in her eyes erased any common sense he'd once believed he had.
He strode to her, grabbed her face between his hands, and crushed his mouth against hers until she sank against him and clutched at his shoulders.
For once, he didn't want to think.
For once, he didn't give a shit about consequences.
For once, he didn't want to hide behind self-control and self-denial and self-delusion.
For once, he wanted to indulge in primal instinct.
He peeled the tank top from her while she yanked the t-shirt from him. They were a tangle of hands and fingers and lips as they tripped their way to the lounge chair. Clothes fell aside until they were skin-on-skin.
She bit his shoulder.
He squeezed her breast.
He'd never wanted to fuck anyone like this before—pure fucking. Animalistic. Hot. No talking. No thinking.
Mouths merged in a heated kiss while he rammed his cock into her without mercy. The tightness of her pussy urged him on, begged him to go harder and faster. He couldn't get enough of her. His hands were on her breasts, thumbs tormenting her nipples. His shaft was deep inside of her, hips grinding against hers. Tongues plunged inside each other's mouths, insistent, almost urgent in their dance.
The heels of her feet dug into his ass, holding him tight against her as her soft body pressed against his with an equal passion. She tugged at his hair until it felt like strands were being pulled from his skull.
He wanted to come but tried to wait her out. He slid one hand between their bodies and moved his finger over her clit.
She bit him again, sucked his neck, nipped his jawline. Her hot breath teased his skin when she moaned and her body lurched beneath his.
He came with a shout into her open mouth. He hadn't given one thought to protection—and he hadn't given a damn.
Chest heaving against hers, he buried his face in her hair and squeezed her breast one more time before sliding his hand to her back and holding her close. He shut his eyes and indulged in the feeling of his penis firmly entrenched in her body with her legs and arms holding him tight.
"Let's do that again," she whispered against his ear.
He smiled, any fear of this being awkward erased by her simple suggestion. "I noticed you had a hot tub."
"Sex in the hot tub sounds like the perfect way to end the day." She pushed her hands through his hair and urged his head up to look him in the eye. "To think I couldn't even look at you this morning and now you're cock deep inside of me---strange how the Universe works."
"Why couldn't you look at me?" He kissed her again, slowly, savoring her as deeply as he'd enjoyed her various baked goods. When he looked her in the eye, he noticed them deepening in color and felt her slight emotional withdrawal thanks to his question. "Are you a witch?"
She laughed as an answer and smacked him in the shoulder. "I'm not a magical being of any kind—just a psychic slash animal communicator slash baker. Are you a witch?"
He widened his eyes and shifted his weight, conscious of the fact that they were still joined together. "Me? I don't do anything remotely magical."
"Oh, I don't know about that..." she slid her fingers down his back and cupped his ass. "You managed to get my clothes off after knowing me less than two hours. That's pretty magical."
"From my point of view, it was a mutual seduction."
"Mine, too." She winked before wiggling free of him and scooting to her feet. With a sigh, she stretched her arms above her head toward the night sky and sauntered toward the hot tub. "Come on, Magic Man, I'm ready for round two."
Already hard at the idea of sinking into her again, he followed like a dog in heat.
Blake Donovan thinks his family is dead. Under a fog of suspicion from everyone ranging from the FBI to the mafia, he's moved constantly since receiving the news of the fatal plane crash in the hopes of starting over and being free of his past. But his German Shepherd, Greg, is suffering from the restless relocations and Blake seeks a solution with the local animal communicator slash baker.
Lisa Vandemeer, former psychic consultant with the FBI, moved to Santa Fe to lead a simple life as a baker and animal communicator. People were too heartbreaking for her to handle anymore. When the mysterious man with the sad German Shepherd shows up on her doorstep, her first instinct is to rescue the dog and kick the man to the curb. But then she sees unwanted visions from his past--and their future--that bind them in supernatural ways.
Many interested parties want to know the secrets Lisa sees, but if she follows through with what she knows, she'll not only be putting Blake's life in jeopardy, she'll also be changing the course of her own forever. To tell or not tell? Open that door again or keep it forever shut? As she soon discovers, the decision is out of her hands as they are trapped in a deadly and decadent web of deceit.
Releasing February 21, 2017
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