Excerpt from Fertility Rite

Fertility Rite

(#futuristic #fantasy #erotic #romance #MF)

Fertilite Rite_smA beautiful winged Vrotian female and a handsome Kansas farmer from Earth…a union doomed from the start or a love to last forever?

Lura, a Vrotian winged female, is about to commence the sacred Fertility Rite, or chance complete reversion to the primitive nature of the wild and predatory huntress. Vu, the God of Fertility, has finally revealed the identity of Lura’s mate and at last the Rite may begin.

 

EXCERPT

The silhouette of the tree stood tall and sturdy against the inky night sky. “It has been here a long time.”

He stopped next to its wide trunk, pointing the flashlight upward. “It’s seen a lot here. My father was going to chop it down at one point, but something made him change his mind. I was never sure what it was. It’s been here for as long as I can remember, and it never seems to change. In a lot of the real old pictures, it’s standing in the background. As though it’s waiting for something, sort of standing guard.”

He had his back to her and she removed first the silver girdle and then the length of silk. “It’s been waiting for this moment. Nathan, look at me.”

Slowly, he turned toward her. She saw his eyes widen. “Lura—”

She walked toward him. “Make love to me. Right now, beneath this tree.”

“Why here? What in the world made you decide we had to make love right this minute?”
She took the flashlight from his hand, flicked the switch, and dropped it to the ground. Turning back to him, she reached out and pulled the tails of his blue shirt out of his worn jeans and slid her hands beneath it. Yes, firm, thick muscles met her questing fingers. A strong heart beat rapidly beneath her touch. “Tonight there will be an eclipse of your moon. This moment has been foretold by the Priestess.”

Her quick fingers unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders, then she lowered her mouth to his chest, felt the heat emanating from him. With her tongue she circled the hardened nipples of his flat chest. She sucked a nipple into her mouth as she brought her hands down to the waistband of his pants.

“Love me,” she whispered against his skin as her hands unfastened his pants, slid the zipper down, then pushed them over his lean hips.

“Damn, Lura, you make it hard for a man to resist,” he rasped out. His hands rose to cup her breasts. A shaft of pleasure raced through her at his warm, sure touch.

“Yes, Nathan, touch me. Make me yours.” She slid the pants down his legs, and his cock sprang free, hard and thick, ready for her. “They taught me how to please you at the Temple.” She touched his cock with her hand, slid her fingers along its smooth length, swirled her fingers over the tip, and felt his anticipation seep out, covering her fingers.
Kneeling in front of him, she removed the last of his clothing, then took his thick shaft into her hands and looked up at him. “I have never been with a man. I am ready to take you into my body, but no man’s cock has ever entered me before this moment. I want you to know that you will be the first. And the only.”

She lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth, easing her tongue over the head, sucking him inside. Wrapping one hand around the firm base, she ran her other hand up and over his stomach and felt his abdomen muscles tighten. She slid her mouth up and down his length, drawing him deeper each time, easing the muscles of her throat to take as much of him as she could.

Her womb contracted with the need to be filled by him and she felt her own liquid pleasure release and coat her thighs. She had anticipated this moment, prepared for him, and wanted him more than she could have ever imagined.

He groaned and his hands cupped her face. “Enough, honey, come here and let me love you. I’m going to come right now if you don’t stop what you’re doing.” He thrust his hips as an exclamation to his words.

Lura lifted her head. “I want to taste you. I am not afraid to know you in this way. Give me your seed.” And she drew him once again into her mouth, tasted the salty passion of his pre-cum, and sucked harder, swirling her tongue beneath the ridge of the head, teasing at the slit in the tip.

She felt him tighten, felt the tension in his body coil like a spring, tighter and tighter. He yelled, his fingers twisted in her hair, and he orgasmed in long, pulsing bursts as she swallowed. It was her first real taste of a man’s passion and she was not displeased by its flavor. She savored this part of him, and licked him clean, felt him soften, felt the tension ease from his body.

But she did not stop, and instead licked and coaxed him back to rigid attention, cupping and kneading his muscled buttocks. It did not take long before his cock was again hard.
“Enough,” he said, as he pulled her to her feet. “I don’t know how you’re different from Earth women. What you want.” He took her lips and pressed between them with his tongue.

She drank from him, sucking him inside, pressing her body against him. Her wings extended, arching backward, swooping forward, then back yet again.

 

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Closing Time – an excerpt

Closing Time

(#MF, #contemporary #esmerelda)

ClosingTime_cover_smRisking public censure and the possible loss of her job as head librarian, Evelyn travels to Boston on weekends to add some excitement to her small-town life in Esmerelda. There, she meets Reuben, a rock musician, and discovers much more than she ever bargained for. And when it came to taking risks, she’s about to redefine the term “hot sex.”

From that first sizzling encounter behind the stage at the bistro, to the steamy confrontation in the back room of the Esmerelda library at closing time, Evie found she wanted a whole lot more than public respect from the small town where she grew up.

She wants to find love!

EXCERPT

Since that first night when she’d watched him perform on stage she’d been enthralled by him. There was an aura about him. And his eyes seemed to see right into her soul. She had been shocked when he came to her table after the first set. And even more shocked with herself when she had gone backstage with him and allowed him to make love to her right there behind the backdrop where anyone might have seen them.

She still couldn’t believe she’d done it. She had thought when it was over, that would be it. But it hadn’t been. He obviously hadn’t considered it a one-night stand and expected to see her again. She’d managed to remain at a distance, keeping their relationship strictly to weekend encounters. On some occasions she would stay over until Monday and drive back to Esmerelda very early in order to open the library right on time Monday morning.

If she were to admit it, the lifestyle was taking a toll on her. And she knew the time would come when it would all come crashing down around her feet. And where would that leave her? She felt so torn between her status here in Esmerelda, and the wanton woman who spent her time with Reuben. She refused to utter the word l-o-v-e in regard to her relationship with him. He was way out of her league. Just listening to him talk about his fast-paced life made her dizzy.

She assured herself that when he left on tour it would be over and done with. And she would stop her weekend trips to Boston. She should have done so before now. But Reuben was like a drug to her and she couldn’t stay away. She drank of him gluttonously when they were together, engorging herself on him in hopes she would finally have enough.

It was never enough, and she had a feeling it never would be. And that’s what scared her the most. When he left for good, she knew she was going to feel the loneliness more profoundly than she ever had before, because she now knew what it felt like to be with someone—to feel connected, even if it were only briefly.

His lips were like fire that heated her entire body, making her melt beneath his knowledgeable hands. His body touching her, possessing her was like a match striking flint and they would both go up in flames. There was nothing like the heart of his fire when it encompassed her. His fingers expertly played her just like he did with his guitar, pulling all the erotic music from inside her soul.

She became a wanton woman in his arms, a harem dancer, a Venetian courtesan, with her position as head librarian far removed from the woman in Reuben’s arms…in his bed. She wanted it to be real, to be lasting, but she knew it could only ever be fantasy. He was her fantasy lover, the one who drew her across the tightrope of passion into his world for a short, deliriously blissful time.

Yes, she remembered their first connection, their first passion. It had driven her all these weeks to return again and again and again, tempting the flames of discovery. It was her fourth trip to the bistro, but when she had walked in that night, she knew something was different. She hadn’t realized what it was until she made eye contact with the guitarist on the stage.

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Other books in the Esmerelda’s Lovers series:

Esmerelda’s Secret

Smooth Finish

Ruthless Acts

The Midas Bride – #FREE Today

The Midas Bride will be offered #FREE on Amazon – February 22-23

The Midas Bride

(#contemporary #shapeshifter #fantasy #fairytale #magic #eroticromance #MF)
TheMidasBride_cover_smOnce upon a time there was a modern woman who wasn’t looking for Prince Charming. Not anymore.

But there was indeed a prince who needed to find his princess bride or suffer the full effects of the curse brought down upon his family. He tossed a magic coin out into the world in hopes of finding his true soul mate—the one woman who could tame the beast inside his soul and halt the curse. And only her love could save him.

But will a greedy witch find her first and destroy the prince’s one chance at happiness?

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Azurene: Divine Seduction, an excerpt

Azurene: Divine Seduction

(#futuristic #eroticromance #MF)

Azurene_DivineSeduction_cover_smPassion awaits on the Northern Shores far from the arid heat of her desert home. Lessons in pleasure from a water-dweller awaken a desire that is doomed from the beginning, because Elita Watende, youngest daughter of the High Lord of the Desert Borders, has been promised to the Lord Guardian of the Northern Shores. The match is tied to an important treaty for Elita’s rebellious tribe, and it is a union she cannot refuse.

More danger than she can possibly imagine awaits her beyond the desert borders. When the fiery-haired Elita rides one last time in her beloved homeland she is captured by the minions of Kadin, the Dark Underlord, whose plan is to use her as a pawn in a battle for control of the planet.

Elita believes all is lost, but before the dark minions can mark her as the property of the underlord, a fierce blue warrior from the Northern Shores descends upon the horde, freeing Elita from their clutches. He serves Lord Raoul Duarte, Lord Guardian of the Northern Shores, and Elita’s future match.

Yet he is so much more. For he is also an instructor in the arts of Amak, a mysterious man whom Elita knows only as Teacher who will school her in the knowledge of love for her union with another man…

Excerpt:

She saw the darkling nod and her body shifted as someone behind her began to tear at her clothing. In moments every piece of material was ripped away, exposing her to the night and to these devil’s minions.

He removed a glove, letting it drop to the ground, and she shuddered when he reached out to stroke a clawed hand over her breast. The touch was hard and cold as death.

“I’m going to take my time with you, pretty. You will grovel at my feet before we leave this place. You will beg for mercy. Our lord will see how well his new possession can be tamed for his pleasure.” He touched her chest, just above the full swell of her breasts, a spot that would be front and center visible for all to see. “Right here,” he said as he pressed the palm of his cold hand flat against her skin. There would be no way to hide such a horrible mark that would be seared into her skin forever.

Elita had never been so frightened in her life. But it wasn’t death that she feared, so much as living. A quick death in battle she understood. But looking at this creature standing before her, the smile on his face a parody of pleasure, she knew she would have an eternity in hell to regret her impetuous actions.

She had played on her father’s love and guilt in arranging a match she did not want, to get him to allow her to ride one last time in the desert. His guilt and her desire for freedom had overridden caution. And she would forever suffer for that act.

“You might as well relax, pretty, because there’s nothing you can do. Your pitiful guards all dead, no one to alarm your weak father to your disappearance until long after we have reached the labyrinth. And once inside, no one would dare to enter. Count your moments of freedom, for they are fast dripping away.”

She knew very well about the labyrinth to the cavernous kingdom. There was only one way to navigate it and that was through the benevolence of its underlord. To meld body and soul with the darkness, accept him as master.

She was to be used as a pawn, as a taunt to her father like a yellow banner to a ferocious minnocat. Her father could die because of her thoughtlessness.

She felt the tears threaten, but she refused to let this creature see her fear. She swallowed them down, forced the rage to burn inside her. It was the only way she could fight the pain she knew she was about to experience when that brand iron touched her flesh, searing and burning its way toward her soul.

The creature lifted the hand holding the iron, and she closed her eyes, then flashed them open again as screams rent the air. All around her were flashes of blue light swirling and arcing. The creature dropped the iron and turned to engage in the battle.

A tall man dressed in silver battle garb ran toward her, the thick blue plume on his helmet and the azure silk material emblazoned with an emblem she couldn’t quite make out marked him as the leader. He raised the sapphire blade of his sword and brought it down across the chains that imprisoned her legs. Sparks flew, his actions a blur.

He curled a strong arm around her waist as he chopped at the chains imprisoning her hands, and he steadied her as she dropped into his arms.

He slashed at the underworld wraiths as they made their way through the battle. As his blade ran through them, Elita was shocked to see them dissolve into black dust at his feet.

She wanted to yell, “Give me a sword, I can fight,” except she was still gagged and he had her imprisoned so tightly in his strong, muscled arm she couldn’t reach up to remove it without causing him to lose concentration. And she knew, as most women in this kingdom did not, that loss of concentration for even a second, could mean death.

The battle was over quickly and then the warrior picked her up and strode into the darkness beyond the scene of battle. She saw a pale shadow in the distance. As they drew closer she recognized the lines of a gigantic white battle steed. The warrior pulled a blue velvet cloak from the saddle and wrapped her in it. Then he removed the gag.

She worked her jaw to ease some of the ache. Before she could say a word, he had mounted and she was secured before him.

“Who are you?”

He looked down at her, the molten glitter of his strange eyes pinning her like a bird caught in the sites of a hunter.

“I serve at my lord Duarte’s command.”

She gasped. “You’re from the Northern Shore? But I thought you weren’t due for another week.”

She saw the shadow of a hard smile split the hard lines of his face. “My lord has heard of your headstrong ways. It was his intention to offer you protection in case something like this happened. It appears he was correct in his assumption.”

“I didn’t plan this,” she said mutinously.

“Nevertheless, it happened.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“To safety. To where the underlord would not dare trespass.”

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Horsemasters: Riding Lessons – an excerpt

Bet you never had a riding lesson or horse trainer like this one. Get ready to warm up, baby.  Here’s a hot little story excerpt from Horsemasters: Riding Lessons.

Riding Lessons

(#MFM #erotica #bdsm #contemporary #submission #menage)

Gossips say Miguel d’Loganno is a sex master of the highest caliber. Melanie Anne Grayson is desperate for his services. To hire him to train her horse, Merciless, that is.

The horse trainer is attractive, commanding, and delicious. So is his strong, silent companion, Ricardo Santofoya. Their unorthodox training methods, both for horse and owner, havHorsemasters_RidingLessons_sme the horse set lining up to engage their talents.

Can Melanie submit to the Horsemaster in order to obtain his services for her steed? A lusty, blistering interview with these sexy horse trainers has her panting to learn more about their unique training methods.

 

EXCERPT

“Control,” Miguel bit out, his rock-hard, glittering gaze imprisoning hers. “It’s in your eyes, Ms. Grayson. I can always tell when rebellion is about to erupt.” He thrust his hips and she felt him all the way to her core. Her fingers curled in the dark pelt. Her head dropped back, eyelids fluttering close.

“Attention,” he bit out.

Immediately she lifted her head and looked into those merciless coal-dark eyes. It was a look that commanded her submission and acquiescence. Slowly she lifted, feeling every inch of his prick as it stroked along her sensitive, dripping channel. The muscles in her legs ached, but her pussy cried out for more, faster, deeper.

The rumor was that he enjoyed providing the private riding lessons to the owners as tandem to the horse training. It’s part of what made him unique among their set. And he was very, very good at it. It was well known that for as long as he accepted the training assignment at the farm, he expected the owner or owners, as the case may be, to bow to his every direction and command as well when it came to training their prizewinning steeds. He set the schedule.

Miguel was a truly fine specimen of a man, with a lean, solid frame, not an inch of surplus flesh. Hard and chiseled, hot and powerful. Feeling him between her slick thighs was like being mounted on a half-wild, pure-blood Andalusian stallion. Proud, agile, intelligent. Characteristics of animal and man, a perfect blend of dynamic, lusty temptation.

The vision emerged in her mind of him tossing her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide and spearing her deep. A Spanish conquistador claiming his prize. The image of primal rutting at its most basic level surged through her, twisting inside her, to the point where she was almost ready to beg. Oh, God, what was happening to her? Was it going to be that easy for her to topple beneath his spell?

One might almost consider him a shining star at the peak of the set of trainers available among the horse set, or maybe a skilled gigolo in some arenas. But from his reputation and the history of his protégées’ successes and the contentment and hero worship of the owners, he earned every penny of his exorbitant fees. And deserved every ounce of his reputation.

He also provided the unique service of locating a satisfactory substitute trainer when he left for the next assignment. No one was required to suffer withdrawal after his intense lessons—he always made sure their new appetites were well satisfied—and maintained. And he owned his students’ loyalty completely by the time he left their employ.

Oh, he was rugged, he was a man’s man, that was for sure. And she would do anything—absolutely anything—to have him train Merciless. She would be whatever he wanted her to be. And she would follow his instructions to the letter if that’s what it took to get him to sign the contract. Because she knew Merciless—this horse—was the one that would cut her from the herd of mediocre stables.

Her slick juices had her riding and gripping Miguel’s immense prick. The thick flesh brushed against her stiff clit, causing her to shudder with pleasure.

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The Midas Bride – an excerpt

The Midas Bride is now available at Amazon.

(#contemporary #shapeshifter #fantasy #fairytale #magic #eroticromance #MF)

Once upon a time there was a modern woman who wasn’t looking for prince charming. Not anymore. But there was indeed a prince who needed to find his princess bride or suffer the full effects of the curse brought down upon his family. He tossed a magic coin out into the world in hopes of finding his true soul mate–the one woman who could tame the beast inside his soul and halt the curse. Only her love could save him. But will a greedy witch find her first and destroy his one chance at happiness?

EXCERPT

Tira slowly awoke to a sense of firm, warm hands exploring her body. She tried to get her brain to focus, but it just wouldn’t listen. Yet her body responded with heated fervor as though the touch was familiar to her. That underlying sexual need that had been with her for the last twenty-four hours now seemed to blossom.

The room was dark and she realized she was naked. Then demanding lips descended to claim hers and she melted beneath their hot possession. This had to be a dream and she’d wake up in a minute. Every nerve in her body responded to the dominating, masculine presence. There was no way to think clearly right now.

A hand cupped her soft breast, fingers teasing a nipple to a hard peak, grazing the surface. His tongue delved inside her mouth, exiting and tracing her lips before diving back inside again. So many sensations, she couldn’t begin to process them. Only pleasure. Deep, mind-boggling pleasure shot through her. And the sense of coming home—that this was exactly where she was supposed to be.

She felt naked, hot flesh against her own as he shifted on the bed to stretch out beside her. A splayed hand branded her skin in the valley between her breasts, tracking a slow path downward, across her midriff, stopping and teasing at her naval. Shudders of pleasure rippled through her time and time again.

She lifted a hand to trap his head, felt the texture of thick, long, silky hair and her fingers tangled within the mass.

Her head dropped back and his mouth fastened on the pulse at her throat. A muscled leg wedged her thighs open, a knee pressed firmly against her mound and another shudder of pleasure raced through her body. She gasped at the sensation.

Her hand brailled its way along the mountains and valleys of his body. Hard, solid flesh, no give and take. She explored the crevice of his thigh and groin, dipping over the smooth, warm contours of his skin and encountering the jutting peak of his stiff erection.

It was as though she had reached a summit and she breathed a sigh of pleasure as she surrounded his firm, silky flesh with her hand, claiming his body by some right she didn’t fully understand and didn’t want to take the time to interpret. At least not right now.

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Also available at Amazon, related to this story, is The Lion and The Rose.

Man or beast? Mikelas, half man, half beast, caught between worlds, desperately needs his bride. As tradition demanded, he invoked the magic of the ancient marriage coin, but his Midas mate didn’t answer, and without her, he is doomed to revert to his animal form forever. At one minute to the stroke of forever, a new scrying is performed and Rosemarie Edwards receives a very special gift meant only for a woman of Midas blood.
Rosemarie doesn’t believe in fairytale love—she doesn’t have faith in humanity at all. Certainly not with the memories of her tragic past shrouding her from any hope of future happiness. But an attractive messenger with an intriguing gold rose and a special invitation will send her on a savagely sensual journey that will change her life from a black-and-white existence filled with painful reminders to the full Technicolor of devastating desire.

One night of sizzling animal passion in what she thinks is a dream leaves her with a throbbing, visible reminder of the claim of her dominant mate. How did it happen and why does she respond so intensely to the scent of the golden rose? Only by accepting the mysterious invitation to Midian will she find the answers she needs and maybe discover that there can be a happily ever after.

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Sylvie’s Gift – An Excerpt

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(#eroticromance #MF #contemporary #submission)

Sylvie Taylor has never experienced sexual fulfillment, never felt uncontrolled desire. Her best friend, Allison Hunter, has kept secret her taste for the dark side of passion. Introducing Sylvie to sensually seductive Daimaen Sinclair, a Master of the game, has Sylvie yearning for the forbidden.
But someone has made an attempt on Sylvie’s life. Can Daimaen protect her, or is he the reason someone wants her dead?

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EXCERPT

Sylvie woke from her erotic dream to the harsh sound of the ringing telephone. She reached out without opening her eyes. “Hello?” she mumbled.

“Well, good morning, sleepyhead.” Allison was awfully chipper this morning.

Sylvie opened one eye and looked at the clock. Ten o’clock flashed at her in blue lit digits. She sat up quickly, and the blankets fell away exposing her to chill air. Shock filled her as she realized she was completely naked. She’d never done that before. “OhmyGod!”

“What’s the matter?” There was immediate concern in Allison’s voice.

Sylvie tried to recover smoothly. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I…ah…just remembered something.”

“Daimaen’s not still there, is he?” Allison was still suspicious.

“No, he’s not.” She needed to get Allison off the phone. Sylvie’s emotions were in turmoil. She had to try to sort out what happened last night.

“Soooo. Tell me, was he what you expected?”

“Allison, I just woke up. I can’t talk about this right now. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Now wait just a minute, you aren’t getting off the hook that easy. Meet me for brunch later.”

“All right, later.” Anything to get Allison off the phone.

“Eleven-thirty at Sandi’s, okay?” Allison was not going to let it go.

“Okay, eleven-thirty, Sandi’s. I’ll talk to you later.” Sylvie quickly hung up the phone.

She lay back against the pillows, pulling the blanket up tight beneath her chin. Her body felt amazingly relaxed, yet sensitive, all at the same time. How could she have let that happen last night? That man should be outlawed. It was like he’d hypnotized her, and she realized she’d have done anything he asked.

She closed her eyes, remembering the erotic evening, the feel of his hands on her body, inside her. She was getting wet again, just thinking about it. How had he done that? No man she’d ever been intimate with had been able to bring her to release. Yet Daimaen Sinclair, a stranger whom she’d just met, not only brought her to climax once, but twice.

Her eyes widened and she gasped. He hadn’t even removed his clothes. He’d done it with his voice and his hands. Whoa, Daimaen Sinclair was a dangerous man. Certainly, dangerous to her. How had she let him take such total control of her? That never happened—she’d always made sure she was the one in control. Her dates had never
questioned it. Maybe that’s why they’d always been so forgettable. Unlike last night.

She pushed back the bedcovers and reached for her robe. She needed a cup of coffee. Maybe it would help clear the fog from her head so she could think straight.

She halted abruptly as she entered the living room. Her dress, which she vaguely remembered leaving on the floor, was now neatly folded over the back of a chair. The untouched coffee tray had been removed as well. She padded into the kitchen. Everything was neat and orderly. The timer on the coffeemaker had been set and coffee brewed, ready for her to pour. Sylvie knew she hadn’t prepared it the night before. Daimaen had to have done it.

As she moved farther into the room, she noticed a note next to the coffeemaker.

Sylvie, thank you for a memorable evening. I have a meeting to attend on Saturday, but I’ll call you on Sunday. Think of me, D. The handwriting was dark, bold, and masculine, just like the man. She read it several times. She brought it closer to her face, closed her eyes and inhaled. There was a faint hint of his remembered scent. Her
heartbeat quickened, she had to sit in a chair before her legs completely gave way. Damn, just reading the note and that faint scent had her aroused.

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Sylvie Taylor has never experienced sexual fulfillment, never felt uncontrolled desire. Her best friend, Allison Hunter, has kept secret her taste for the dark side of passion. Introducing Sylvie to sensually seductive Daimaen Sinclair, a Master of the game, has Sylvie yearning for the forbidden.

But someone has made an attempt on Sylvie’s life. Can Daimaen protect her, or is he the reason someone wants her dead?

 

Excerpt – Sidra’s Song

Now available at Amazon.com, Sidra’s Song. This is another story from the world of Argadia. If you’re not familiar with Argadia, you might also want to check out the trilogy, Argadian Heart, the first set of books set in this world.

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Sidra’s Song

sidrassongcoverOn Argadia, rebellion has turned into bloody civil war. Sidra Venus is the Songbird of Argadia…and an assassin. Her patron is a powerful member of the Tribunal—Commander Clorial Zydon. Two of her brothers serve as Elite Enforcers. Sidra is engaged to First Captain Lance Osei, the head of Commander Zydon’s private guard. What no one knows, however, not even her intended, is that she has secretly aligned herself with the rebel faction on Argadia.

The renowned Songbird is the only one who can get close enough to Zydon to complete the mission. And even if it means her death, she’s determined to do it. Sidra lives a life teeming with secrets, lies, and blackmail. She’s in love with Lance Osei, but she can’t afford to let it color her decision to do what she can to save the people of Argadia…as well as the people she loves and must protect. She dares trust no one with her secret—especially the man she loves.

Captain Lancelot Osei believes in honor, loyalty…and love. His life is turned upside down when he discovers the world he thought he lived in, and the people he trusted, have all lied to him. Lance will make hard choices that lead to consequences not only for Sidra’s acts, but his own, when he saves her from certain death at the hands of his own men. Guilt-ridden and torn, Lance questions everything he thought he believed in, including his love for the female he would give his life to save…

EXCERPT

Sidra stood with her back to him, speaking with an attaché to Commander Zydon, whom he recognized. There was a flush of hot color burning her cheeks and the attaché looked angry. The man about-faced and strode away. Lance walked up behind her and clasped her arm, whirling her around. His khout rode hard against the press of his cream-colored dress trousers, and he longed to have her back in her apartments and gloriously naked on her silken sheets.

He pushed her against the wall and claimed her lips before she could utter a sound. She tasted of spice and heat, sprinkled with sweet honey. At first she struggled and then he felt her soften, her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer. He sank his tongue deep into her mouth savoring her taste, and then he lifted his head to look down at her flushed face, her eyes now heavy with passion.

He smiled. “I came back to wish you luck.”

A hint of a smile curled the corners of her mouth and he dropped forward to possess her lips once again. There would never be enough time with her. He felt the teasing pressure of her small hand against the cloth of his formal dress pants and groaned at the touch.

He broke the kiss and leaned his head against the wall. “I can never get enough of you, Sidra.” Her hand brushed lightly over the cloth, and Lance shuddered. He dropped closer, his body pinioning her lush frame against the wall, her hand caught between them, pushed against his arousal, driving him crazy.

“I can’t wait till these formalities are over and I have you naked and in bed once again,” he said. Her fingers moved, just a quiver of understanding.

“And what will you do when you get me there, captain?” Her voice flirted over his senses.

“I think I will pleasure you slowly. I will put my…cock…inside you and fill you with my presence.”

Her whole body shuddered. “I-I think you’re learning the Earth language very quickly.”

“Does that please you?” Lance ground his pelvis against her and she curled her fingers around the needy thickness bulging prominently.

“I think, my…cunt…would be very honored to feel the presence of such a worthy….member filling her completely.”

“Mylonna, na nivia, if we don’t stop this now, I think we’re both going to be in trouble.” Quickly, he stepped away from her. He inhaled and then slowing released the breath.

There was something sad in Sidra’s eyes tonight and he wondered why.

“Is there something wrong?” he couldn’t help asking. Whatever it was, he would slay her dragons for her, no matter what it took. If anyone had hurt her—

She reached up to cup his cheek. “I love you, Lance. Don’t ever forget that. Whatever I have done, whatever I do, is because of that love. Please remember.”

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For more from the world of Argadia,  check out Eluria’s Enforcer, Kierra’s Thread, and Ravager’s Redemption.

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