Miami is gripped in the throes
of fear as women are being raped, mutilated and killed by a maniac
who attacks at night. Jane Olafson lives alone, so she’s suspicious
of every stranger in her building. And then she meets her new
neighbor, and forgets to be cautious. Nick Devilin is beautiful,
seductive and oh so helpful.
Overnight her enemies disappear
in inventive ways, her career blossoms, and she starts winning
millions with Nick’s help. She finds love and passion in his arms,
but there’s always that nagging doubt; is Nick the answer to her
prayer, or her worst nightmare?
She and Nick are shadowed by a
persistent FBI agent who doesn’t believe Nick has mysterious powers.
He thinks that he has cornered a murderer, and wants to rescue Jane
from danger.
But he’s wrong. Nick
is not the Miami rapist. He is Satan himself. Satan in love with a
mortal woman, faced with an unsolvable dilemma. If he takes Jane
with him to the other side, she will face the horrors of hell, even
under his protection. If he leaves her behind, he’ll be alone in his
dark eternity. How will he choose, and what will happen to Jane?
Excerpt:
DEVIL’S EMBRACE
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Adult Content
He framed her face with both
hands and roughly deepened the kiss, his tongue a weapon of sleek
seduction prying her lips open. He knew the inside of a woman’s
mouth like a tour guide in a promised land. He touched upon each
landmark with slow, lazy strokes that twisted her belly into a
rubber ball aching for relief. She tried to pull her mouth away from
his to catch her breath, but he mistook the gesture for rejection
and plunged even deeper to enforce his will. This was no longer a
kiss between two lovers. This was an outright plunder.
She could fight back, or let
it happen…but why fight at all? She didn’t need alcohol to be high
on Nick. She was high on Nick just by thinking of his face and body.
The weight of those hard, smooth muscles…the pleasure of his
gorgeous mouth sealing hers…the unyielding strength with which he
held her down...the silkiness of his tongue everywhere at once. And
the implied violence behind those cold, calculating eyes…
What was the correct response?
To give in to him or slug him? He was mysterious and mercurial and
exciting. He didn’t kiss like other men, he took possession of a
woman’s mouth and held it captive for ransom. Nothing was declared,
but all was understood.
She felt moist and tingly and
aroused. She felt eager and wanting and off balance. She sank her
teeth into his tongue to get even for Sam. Who told Nick he could
take Sam’s place?
He pulled his head away from
hers, his eyes turning dark with anger. He raised his hand and
delivered a stinging slap to her face. Not hard enough to break her
jaw, but hard enough to get her full attention. “Don’t think about
Sam when you’re in bed with me!”
I wasn’t,” she
protested. His violence was no longer implied. It was real. Now was
the time to panic.
He yanked the sheet off her
body to expose it to his mouth. He pinned her arms to the mattress
and threw one leg over her thighs. He kissed the base of her throat,
his parted lips zigzagging lower, marking a moist path from one
nipple to the other, and down to her navel.
Her muscles tightened
everywhere he touched her, her belly button retreating from his
invasive tongue. His tongue slipped deeper into the hollow of her
navel, simulating an act not usually performed in that specific
area. She was getting his message loud and clear, and her answer was
never. Get stuffed!
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