Synopsis
Màili has been given the task of rooting out the spawn of an ancient god. It’s the only way to take her revenge against the man who betrayed her. But getting what she wants means taking the life of the man she loves. Will her hunger for a mortal man wreak further havoc on her already bleak future?
Excerpt
Màili
turned and strode across the room towards the back entrance. "She
doesn't act like a maid," Cam mumbled to no one in particular as
he watched her go.
Why
did the gods torture themselves by creating such perfect mortals? How
was anyone to resist such a creature?
The
heat from his body seared her, warmed her right down to her toes. She
absolutely tingled with excitement at his nearness.
Màili
felt only the slightest twinge of remorse at seducing a man who was
promised to another.
Cam
made her tingle in places she had not tingled in thousands of years.
But he also brought out a softness in her, a compassion better locked
away.
It
was then Màili knew she was losing herself to Cam. How unfair to
find him now, when she was set on a course of destruction that would
destroy her future and leave many dead in her wake.
He
stared down at her with raw hunger, his breathing ragged. "Your
touch makes me feel like...” He kissed her again, swirling his
tongue around in her mouth, then sliding it across her lips. “I
cannot explain it. ‘Tis like nothing I have ever felt."
Màili
felt a brief flare of jealously at the exchange. Not at their
affection for each other, but for the time they would share. Now that
the four of them had been reunited, the camaraderie of their
childhood restored, they faced a future full of promise and hope, of
growing old surrounded by family, friends, loved ones. How she envied
that future.
He
smiled down at her, tracing the pad of his thumb across her lips
before cupping her face in his hand and leaning down to brush his own
lips across hers. When he pulled away, Màili did not miss the
concern in his eyes. "He can hurt the ones I love."
FIRST
KISS:
Cam
pulled the linen from his shaggy, ebony mane and locked his rich
brown eyes, glistening with excitement, on hers. He stepped out of
the tub, dropping the linen to the floor. "Come to me, woman."
Cam wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He
claimed her mouth with his, prying her lips open and invading her
with the sweetest tasting tongue she had ever known.
Màili
lost herself in that kiss. The power of it sent jolts of pleasure to
every pore in her body. She tingled all over, her senses melding
until she could no longer remember anything other than the man before
her. She kissed him back with all the self–pity of a woman who had
been betrayed by love and yearned to get even a piece of herself
back.
The
power of her desire for Cam surprised her. Màili was certainly no
stranger to the ways of men and women. She had learned a lot over the
centuries. This was the first time she had found anyone she thought
could teach her anything. A nagging possibility tickled the edge of
her thoughts, but she pushed it aside.
Màili
dragged her mouth from his, nibbling along his jaw and across the
pulse at his throat. With her hands on his chest, she urged him back
toward the bed all the while trailing her lips, her tongue down his
body. He tasted like nectar and all Màili could think of was more,
more, more.
Sneak Peek at Sirona: Gods of the Highlands Series Book 2
Synopsis
Sirona Cleary tries to hide her unholy healing powers from everyone around her, denying her divine heritage even as she saves those who would see her punished. When she is kidnapped by a rival clan, she is sure her execution is near. Rhain Comyn is dying from a mysterious disease, and he couldn’t be happier about it. After the atrocities he has committed, Rhain believes he has no right to a decent life and welcomes the ailment that leaves him with unquenchable thirst and hunger, extreme fatigue, blurred vision and ultimately drives him into a deep slumber from which no healer can awaken him. Can a witch from the clan of his enemy save him?
About the Author
Yes, Bambi is my real name.
When not plugging away at my keyboard, I teach World History. I love to ride my big, black Tennessee Walker, Jamaica. My husband and I each have a Harley to go with our collection of classic cars and hot rods.
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