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Blog Tour Schedule:
July 5
Adventures in Self-Publishing
Echo's Tales
July 6
Michelle Schad
Janet Walden-West
July 7
Writing Cave Corner
July 8
The Monarchs Books N More Blog
July 11
Books to Curl Up With
July 12
July 13
July 14
July 15
July 18
Adventures in Self-Publishing
Echo's Tales
July 6
Michelle Schad
Janet Walden-West
July 7
Writing Cave Corner
July 8
The Monarchs Books N More Blog
July 11
Books to Curl Up With
July 12
July 13
July 14
July 15
July 18
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Long live the goblin queen...
Wicked Crown by @lunajoyawriter is out now!
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She’s not who—or what—she appears to be. Neither is he.
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Praise for Wicked Crown:
"An enchanting, adventurous, and sizzling-hot page-turner of a romance!" ~ Award-winning author, Abigail Owen
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
ASIN: B0B2ZDPNP1
Buy Links:
Amazon: mybook.to/WickedCrownBK
B&N: https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45
Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp
Apple: https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd
BookBub: https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, Goodreads, and join her street team group, Luna's Lovelies, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.
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Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Praise for Wicked Crown:
"An enchanting, adventurous, and sizzling-hot page-turner of a romance!" ~ Award-winning author, Abigail Owen
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
ASIN: B0B2ZDPNP1
Buy Links:
Amazon: mybook.to/WickedCrownBK
B&N: https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45
Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp
Apple: https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd
BookBub: https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, Goodreads, and join her street team group, Luna's Lovelies, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.
#bookstagram #UrbanFantasy #ParanormalRomance #bookseries #BookBoost #blogtour #booklove #bookrecommendation #newrelease #bookrelease #newrelease2022 #bookstagram #romancestagram #spicyreads #romancereads #romancerecs
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She’s not who—or what—she appears to be. Neither is he.
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
ASIN: B0B2ZDPNP1
Buy Links:
Amazon: mybook.to/WickedCrownBK
B&N: https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45
Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp
Apple: https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd
BookBub: https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, Goodreads, and join her street team group, Luna's Lovelies, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.
#bookstagram #UrbanFantasy #ParanormalRomance #bookseries #BookBoost #blogtour #booklove #bookrecommendation #newrelease #bookrelease #newrelease2022 #bookstagram #romancestagram #spicyreads #romancereads #romancerecs #coverreveal
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
ASIN: B0B2ZDPNP1
Buy Links:
Amazon: mybook.to/WickedCrownBK
B&N: https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45
Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp
Apple: https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd
BookBub: https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, Goodreads, and join her street team group, Luna's Lovelies, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.
#bookstagram #UrbanFantasy #ParanormalRomance #bookseries #BookBoost #blogtour #booklove #bookrecommendation #newrelease #bookrelease #newrelease2022 #bookstagram #romancestagram #spicyreads #romancereads #romancerecs #coverreveal
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WIcked Crown by Luna Joya #BlogTour
She’s not who—or what—she appears to be. Neither is he.
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
ASIN: B0B2ZDPNP1
Buy Links:
Amazon: mybook.to/WickedCrownBK
B&N: https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45
Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp
Apple: https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd
BookBub: https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, Goodreads, and join her street team group, Luna's Lovelies, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
ASIN: B0B2ZDPNP1
Buy Links:
Amazon: mybook.to/WickedCrownBK
B&N: https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45
Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp
Apple: https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd
BookBub: https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, Goodreads, and join her street team group, Luna's Lovelies, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Luna Joya writes sexy hexy romances in the award-winning Legacy Series.
Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.
Find more about Luna Joya on her website: https://lunajoya.com/
Luna Joya writes sexy hexy romances in the award-winning Legacy Series.
Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.
Find more about Luna Joya on her website: https://lunajoya.com/
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She’s not who—or what—she appears to be. Neither is he. <br />
<br />
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job. <br />
<br />
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago. <br />
<br />
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right? <br />
<br />
If only. <br />
<br />
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<strong>Publication Date: </strong>July 5, 2022<br />
<strong>Publisher:</strong> City Owl Press<br />
<strong>PRINT ISBN:</strong> 978-1-64898-206-4<br />
<strong>DIGITAL ISBN: </strong>978-1-64898-205-7<br />
<strong>ASIN:</strong> B0B2ZDPNP1<br />
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<strong>Buy Links:</strong><br />
<strong>Amazon: </strong>mybook.to/WickedCrownBK<br />
<strong>B&N:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45<br />
<strong>Kobo:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp<br />
<strong>Apple:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd<br />
<strong>BookBub:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857<br />
<strong>Goodreads:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf<br />
<br />
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries<br />
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on <a href="http://author.to/LunaJoya" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/luna-joya" target="_blank">Bookbub</a>, <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19335910.Luna_Joya" target="_blank">Goodreads</a>, and join her street team group, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/lunaslovelies" target="_blank">Luna's Lovelies</a>, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.<br />
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<br />
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<br />
Luna Joya writes sexy hexy romances in the award-winning Legacy Series.<br />
Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.<br />
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.<br />
Find more about Luna Joya on her website: https://lunajoya.com/
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<br />
She’s not who—or what—she appears to be. Neither is he. <br />
<br />
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job. <br />
<br />
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago. <br />
<br />
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right? <br />
<br />
If only. <br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>Publication Date: </strong>July 5, 2022<br />
<strong>Publisher:</strong> City Owl Press<br />
<strong>PRINT ISBN:</strong> 978-1-64898-206-4<br />
<strong>DIGITAL ISBN: </strong>978-1-64898-205-7<br />
<strong>ASIN:</strong> B0B2ZDPNP1<br />
<br />
<strong>Buy Links:</strong><br />
<strong>Amazon: </strong>mybook.to/WickedCrownBK<br />
<strong>B&N:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45<br />
<strong>Kobo:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp<br />
<strong>Apple:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd<br />
<strong>BookBub:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857<br />
<strong>Goodreads:</strong> https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf<br />
<br />
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries<br />
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on <a href="http://author.to/LunaJoya" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/luna-joya" target="_blank">Bookbub</a>, <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19335910.Luna_Joya" target="_blank">Goodreads</a>, and join her street team group, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/lunaslovelies" target="_blank">Luna's Lovelies</a>, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.<br />
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<br />
Luna Joya writes sexy hexy romances in the award-winning Legacy Series.<br />
Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.<br />
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.<br />
Find more about Luna Joya on her website: https://lunajoya.com/
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She’s not who—or what—she appears to be. Neither is he.
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
ASIN: B0B2ZDPNP1
Buy Links:
Amazon: mybook.to/WickedCrownBK
B&N: https://tinyurl.com/7jrbmp45
Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yckdcmyp
Apple: https://tinyurl.com/msk4e5bd
BookBub: https://tinyurl.com/2p9xv857
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/2p82rkvf
Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her Legacy Series here: http://mybook.to/LegacySeries
Want to keep up to date on Luna's work? Follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, Goodreads, and join her street team group, Luna's Lovelies, for excerpts, giveaways, and sneak peeks at upcoming work.
Supermodel Vori would be happy to stay in the human world, blissfully ignoring her true nature. But no. The blood vow she once made requires her to return to the Goblin Court. And since going alone would mean consenting to an arranged marriage, she needs a fake husband. Someone no one would miss if there was an unfortunate…accident. Vori knows the perfect villain for the job.
Witch Perry used to be a hotshot lawyer. But that was before he made all the wrong choices, wound up in league with a demon, and was left to rot in prison. Now, he has a second chance. He can finally earn his redemption. Too bad his last hope is the woman he ghosted two years ago.
It’s not long before Vori and Perry realize they aren’t as different as they thought—and that the line between enemies and lovers can be razor thin. But if they want their happily ever after, they’ll first have to stop a supernatural killer and survive a royal smackdown. Should be easy for a goblin princess and her dashing antihero, right?
If only.
Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-64898-206-4
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-64898-205-7
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Author Bio:
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Luna Joya writes sexy hexy romances in the award-winning Legacy Series.
Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.
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Luna Joya writes sexy hexy romances in the award-winning Legacy Series.
Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.
Find more about Luna Joya on her website: https://lunajoya.com/
Excerpts:
Excerpt One
“Hello, Perry.”
Vori.
He opened his eyes, sure he’d imagined her. But no. She walked out of the shadows, tall, ethereal, and pissed off judging by the glare.
She was here.
He stood too fast. His head spun like a demon-summing circle. “Vori?”
“You’re a hard man to find. You took off on me two years ago without a word. I understand you’ve been preoccupied—joining a demon-led cult, almost killing witch Senate heirs, prison, jailbreak, being locked up again. You could’ve just said you weren’t interested.”
“I shouldn’t have left you that night.” The truth he’d waited so long to tell her rushed out.
“But you did.” She twisted her mouth into a mockery of the supermodel smile that flashed from magazine covers. “How was your time in witch jail? Not so good, it seems.”
“I…” He couldn’t admit it. Not to her. Not the horrible crimes he’d committed. The witch world would never forgive him. Hell, he didn’t blame them.
“I know what you’ve done.” Her condemning tone made it sound like he was being sentenced for his crimes.
“Then why are you here? How?” Maybe that was the better question. “I didn’t hear you come in. Not your footsteps outside. Not the door opening. Not your breathing. Nothing.” He inhaled. “Wildflowers and rain.” The same scent he remembered from when they’d met, the scent he’d had to lean close to breathe in over the smoke and booze and sweat of the nightclub. “I couldn’t smell your perfume a minute ago. How’d you get in?”
“Getting in is the easy part. It’s the getting out that seems to be difficult for you. I let you out once, and here you are locked up again.” She sounded as if his being recaptured was an inconvenience.
“Why did you help me?”
“Were you faking the speechless act at the prison? So I wouldn’t know who you were?”
“No.” Although he should have. Running into a love interest while not looking your best was one thing but seeing a crush while imprisoned took it to a whole other level.
She lifted her chin. He’d seen her strike that pose on a fashion runway. “The night we met, you told me you’re a survivor above all else. Were you lying?”
“I never lied to you.” He hadn’t.
“You didn’t die in the demon’s Revelare, and you made it through whatever torture the witch Senate dished out. So I’m assuming you possess some self-preservation skills even if you were a witch out on Halloween.” She huffed a disapproving noise. “Not a wise choice.”
No, it hadn’t been, but not for the reasons she might think. He’d been tricked into going to the club for information about his sister Lili’s murder. How could he have known the woman who’d walked into the club looking exactly like his dead sister was a demon-summoned succubus wearing her skin? He’d followed the creature out of the club and into the ranks of the Revelare.
Vori flicked an Arctic gaze over him, one so unlike the looks she’d given him that first night. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Yes?” Despite the way she wielded her proposition like a death sentence, the promises and possibilities of that word had the electricity under his skin jumping toward her. He slammed what little of a lockdown he could on his powers, but not before sparks danced across his fingertips.
She gestured toward the magic as if it hadn’t surprised her. Or scared her. “We can deal with that as well.”
“Stolen magic that’s devouring me from the inside out isn’t something you deal with. It’ll kill me if the Senate or Revelare can’t finish me off first.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Sparky.” She laughed. Not a polished giggle. No, this was more of a snort. It should’ve been annoying, off-putting, anything but attractive. Why did everything about her have to be so sexy? “I’ll figure out a fix for your demon powers.”
“Male witches don’t have active powers.” He recited the universal truth.
“Yes, I know the rule. Everyone knows the rule. But here you are with powers. That magic should’ve killed you when the demon put it inside you. Or scorched through you the first time you invoked it. Yet, you live. I’m counting on your ability to survive. Or that you’re so very expendable if something unfortunate were to happen.”
Her last words had all his internal alarms screaming danger, danger, but he couldn’t seem to worry when she was here. With him. Again. “What do you need?”
“I need you for a job. A five-day, make it out alive and you walk away with your freedom gig.”
“Doing what?”
“I need a husband. You in?”
“Hello, Perry.”
Vori.
He opened his eyes, sure he’d imagined her. But no. She walked out of the shadows, tall, ethereal, and pissed off judging by the glare.
She was here.
He stood too fast. His head spun like a demon-summing circle. “Vori?”
“You’re a hard man to find. You took off on me two years ago without a word. I understand you’ve been preoccupied—joining a demon-led cult, almost killing witch Senate heirs, prison, jailbreak, being locked up again. You could’ve just said you weren’t interested.”
“I shouldn’t have left you that night.” The truth he’d waited so long to tell her rushed out.
“But you did.” She twisted her mouth into a mockery of the supermodel smile that flashed from magazine covers. “How was your time in witch jail? Not so good, it seems.”
“I…” He couldn’t admit it. Not to her. Not the horrible crimes he’d committed. The witch world would never forgive him. Hell, he didn’t blame them.
“I know what you’ve done.” Her condemning tone made it sound like he was being sentenced for his crimes.
“Then why are you here? How?” Maybe that was the better question. “I didn’t hear you come in. Not your footsteps outside. Not the door opening. Not your breathing. Nothing.” He inhaled. “Wildflowers and rain.” The same scent he remembered from when they’d met, the scent he’d had to lean close to breathe in over the smoke and booze and sweat of the nightclub. “I couldn’t smell your perfume a minute ago. How’d you get in?”
“Getting in is the easy part. It’s the getting out that seems to be difficult for you. I let you out once, and here you are locked up again.” She sounded as if his being recaptured was an inconvenience.
“Why did you help me?”
“Were you faking the speechless act at the prison? So I wouldn’t know who you were?”
“No.” Although he should have. Running into a love interest while not looking your best was one thing but seeing a crush while imprisoned took it to a whole other level.
She lifted her chin. He’d seen her strike that pose on a fashion runway. “The night we met, you told me you’re a survivor above all else. Were you lying?”
“I never lied to you.” He hadn’t.
“You didn’t die in the demon’s Revelare, and you made it through whatever torture the witch Senate dished out. So I’m assuming you possess some self-preservation skills even if you were a witch out on Halloween.” She huffed a disapproving noise. “Not a wise choice.”
No, it hadn’t been, but not for the reasons she might think. He’d been tricked into going to the club for information about his sister Lili’s murder. How could he have known the woman who’d walked into the club looking exactly like his dead sister was a demon-summoned succubus wearing her skin? He’d followed the creature out of the club and into the ranks of the Revelare.
Vori flicked an Arctic gaze over him, one so unlike the looks she’d given him that first night. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Yes?” Despite the way she wielded her proposition like a death sentence, the promises and possibilities of that word had the electricity under his skin jumping toward her. He slammed what little of a lockdown he could on his powers, but not before sparks danced across his fingertips.
She gestured toward the magic as if it hadn’t surprised her. Or scared her. “We can deal with that as well.”
“Stolen magic that’s devouring me from the inside out isn’t something you deal with. It’ll kill me if the Senate or Revelare can’t finish me off first.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Sparky.” She laughed. Not a polished giggle. No, this was more of a snort. It should’ve been annoying, off-putting, anything but attractive. Why did everything about her have to be so sexy? “I’ll figure out a fix for your demon powers.”
“Male witches don’t have active powers.” He recited the universal truth.
“Yes, I know the rule. Everyone knows the rule. But here you are with powers. That magic should’ve killed you when the demon put it inside you. Or scorched through you the first time you invoked it. Yet, you live. I’m counting on your ability to survive. Or that you’re so very expendable if something unfortunate were to happen.”
Her last words had all his internal alarms screaming danger, danger, but he couldn’t seem to worry when she was here. With him. Again. “What do you need?”
“I need you for a job. A five-day, make it out alive and you walk away with your freedom gig.”
“Doing what?”
“I need a husband. You in?”
Excerpt Two
“Y-e-s. That’s the word you’re looking for.” Vori had been proposed to by hundreds, but this was the first time she had proposed. Why was Perry taking so long to answer?
He’d been a hard man to track. Not surprising given that the Senate had stashed him in this abandoned bunker of graffiti, spiderwebs, and forgotten things.
“Husband.” He said the word the same way as some might say roach or fungus. So insulting.
“A temporary fake husband. I told you it was a job, not a real proposal. Thank the powers for that.” Or her ego would’ve been smashed worse than the broken glass and busted pipes of this dump.
“You want me to pretend to be your husband?”
“Only for a few days. I’m not asking you to do anything horrible—like trying to kill witches.” As he had done.
“Why do you need a husband?”
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“I’m a lawyer. It’s what I do.” He stepped back, shuffling with a limp that he hadn’t had the night they’d met. “What I did.”
She’d bet the pain in his voice wasn’t all physical hurt, but she didn’t have time to channel therapist vibes right now. “How about answering my question instead? I need a fake husband, and it’s not as if you’re busy.” She gestured to the rusted steel bars and cringed at the whiff of sewer stink the movement brought. “Look, I’m not asking for some perverted roleplay. I might’ve considered kinky fun before you ghosted me, but not now. Do the job, and you’ll be free.”
“I didn’t—”
She cut him off. “No excuses.”
“Fine. It’s only a matter of time until the Senate returns for me.” White sparks danced along Perry’s skin, revealing a rainbow collection of bruises, the red and silver of scars, the sharp bones of prolonged starvation. “They won’t stop until I’m dead.”
“All the more reason to say yes, and we can be gone before anyone comes to check on you. Or I can leave you here where your hateful hag elders stashed you to rot. It’s not a hard choice. Marriage to a supermodel would be an immediate hell-yeah for most.”
“Y-e-s. That’s the word you’re looking for.” Vori had been proposed to by hundreds, but this was the first time she had proposed. Why was Perry taking so long to answer?
He’d been a hard man to track. Not surprising given that the Senate had stashed him in this abandoned bunker of graffiti, spiderwebs, and forgotten things.
“Husband.” He said the word the same way as some might say roach or fungus. So insulting.
“A temporary fake husband. I told you it was a job, not a real proposal. Thank the powers for that.” Or her ego would’ve been smashed worse than the broken glass and busted pipes of this dump.
“You want me to pretend to be your husband?”
“Only for a few days. I’m not asking you to do anything horrible—like trying to kill witches.” As he had done.
“Why do you need a husband?”
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“I’m a lawyer. It’s what I do.” He stepped back, shuffling with a limp that he hadn’t had the night they’d met. “What I did.”
She’d bet the pain in his voice wasn’t all physical hurt, but she didn’t have time to channel therapist vibes right now. “How about answering my question instead? I need a fake husband, and it’s not as if you’re busy.” She gestured to the rusted steel bars and cringed at the whiff of sewer stink the movement brought. “Look, I’m not asking for some perverted roleplay. I might’ve considered kinky fun before you ghosted me, but not now. Do the job, and you’ll be free.”
“I didn’t—”
She cut him off. “No excuses.”
“Fine. It’s only a matter of time until the Senate returns for me.” White sparks danced along Perry’s skin, revealing a rainbow collection of bruises, the red and silver of scars, the sharp bones of prolonged starvation. “They won’t stop until I’m dead.”
“All the more reason to say yes, and we can be gone before anyone comes to check on you. Or I can leave you here where your hateful hag elders stashed you to rot. It’s not a hard choice. Marriage to a supermodel would be an immediate hell-yeah for most.”
Excerpt Three:
“Goblin.” The word tasted sour on Perry’s tongue. He pressed as far into the leather seats as he could. The material creaked beneath him from the pressure of fighting for one more inch.
They needed to go now. He hadn’t made it this far by standing still as easy prey. He opened his parched mouth to demand the not-a-mobster get them out of there, but more words wouldn’t come. He could out-argue anyone, and this creature had robbed him of speech.
“We n…n…” He swallowed to stop the stammer. “We need to go before it comes back.”
“Ooh, I’d be careful.” Alys used her damned nursery rhyme-reciting voice. “She doesn’t like when you call her an ‘it.’ That’s dehumanizing.”
She? What was the crazy woman talking about? Oh, the goblin.
He had to get out of here. Maybe he could distract it. Or trick it into falling into the canyon that was only inches away from the Hummer’s passenger side. He jerked on the door handle. Locked. He slid his hands, slick with sweat, along the leather, fumbling for the control.
With a shove, he opened the door and almost crashed into Vori.
“Perry.” His supermodel blinked those enormous violet eyes at him. That’s right. Stare at her eyes and not at her naked...
She draped an arm across her breasts, covering her nipples but not much else. Long dark hair that was so straight and shiny she must’ve spent hours in a salon fell over her shoulders. Her cheeks were rosy, flushed as if she’d tumbled out of bed. That image sent all his thoughts careening off course. What had he been doing? Why was his heart racing? Oh yes, terrifying monster outside.
“Get in here.” Grabbing her wrist, he remembered how delicate she was beneath that tough exterior. She was tall but so graceful and thin. He yanked her inside, almost on top of him and slammed the door shut.
Alone, he could’ve risked his safety in running from the beast.
But not with her.
All her creamy skin might bruise or mark so easily. Didn’t goblins steal away beautiful women in the fairy tales? If he’d learned anything from the few years his father had bothered to stick around, it’d been that stories had some truth. Look at the legends of the old hags that had been rooted in the witch Senate. Or the very existence of the creature he’d seen outside.
He glanced out the window. She’d been out there alone, unarmed. Anything could’ve happened to her.
“You could’ve been hurt. Killed.” A need to protect her rushed over him. He could do for her what everyone had failed to do for his sister Lili. He wouldn’t lose Vori. “We have to go. Maybe we can outrun it.” And the guards that had been following them.
“It?” She sounded hurt, as if he’d sliced her with his words.
He’d said something wrong, but what? “The goblin? Did you see it? How did you get past it?”
She slid a hand up his chest, pulling him tighter, not pushing him away.
Relief slammed into him. She’d seen it. She’d escaped it. She’d managed to find them after doing whatever it was she’d jumped out of the car to do, and now she was pressed against him. Naked and stunning and perfect.
She curved her lips into a seductive smile. “I am it.”
“Goblin.” The word tasted sour on Perry’s tongue. He pressed as far into the leather seats as he could. The material creaked beneath him from the pressure of fighting for one more inch.
They needed to go now. He hadn’t made it this far by standing still as easy prey. He opened his parched mouth to demand the not-a-mobster get them out of there, but more words wouldn’t come. He could out-argue anyone, and this creature had robbed him of speech.
“We n…n…” He swallowed to stop the stammer. “We need to go before it comes back.”
“Ooh, I’d be careful.” Alys used her damned nursery rhyme-reciting voice. “She doesn’t like when you call her an ‘it.’ That’s dehumanizing.”
She? What was the crazy woman talking about? Oh, the goblin.
He had to get out of here. Maybe he could distract it. Or trick it into falling into the canyon that was only inches away from the Hummer’s passenger side. He jerked on the door handle. Locked. He slid his hands, slick with sweat, along the leather, fumbling for the control.
With a shove, he opened the door and almost crashed into Vori.
“Perry.” His supermodel blinked those enormous violet eyes at him. That’s right. Stare at her eyes and not at her naked...
She draped an arm across her breasts, covering her nipples but not much else. Long dark hair that was so straight and shiny she must’ve spent hours in a salon fell over her shoulders. Her cheeks were rosy, flushed as if she’d tumbled out of bed. That image sent all his thoughts careening off course. What had he been doing? Why was his heart racing? Oh yes, terrifying monster outside.
“Get in here.” Grabbing her wrist, he remembered how delicate she was beneath that tough exterior. She was tall but so graceful and thin. He yanked her inside, almost on top of him and slammed the door shut.
Alone, he could’ve risked his safety in running from the beast.
But not with her.
All her creamy skin might bruise or mark so easily. Didn’t goblins steal away beautiful women in the fairy tales? If he’d learned anything from the few years his father had bothered to stick around, it’d been that stories had some truth. Look at the legends of the old hags that had been rooted in the witch Senate. Or the very existence of the creature he’d seen outside.
He glanced out the window. She’d been out there alone, unarmed. Anything could’ve happened to her.
“You could’ve been hurt. Killed.” A need to protect her rushed over him. He could do for her what everyone had failed to do for his sister Lili. He wouldn’t lose Vori. “We have to go. Maybe we can outrun it.” And the guards that had been following them.
“It?” She sounded hurt, as if he’d sliced her with his words.
He’d said something wrong, but what? “The goblin? Did you see it? How did you get past it?”
She slid a hand up his chest, pulling him tighter, not pushing him away.
Relief slammed into him. She’d seen it. She’d escaped it. She’d managed to find them after doing whatever it was she’d jumped out of the car to do, and now she was pressed against him. Naked and stunning and perfect.
She curved her lips into a seductive smile. “I am it.”
Excerpt Four:
She might as well tell him. “I was the crown princess and prophecy-promised queen.” He stared, blinked, stared some more. Finally, the man didn’t have a snappy comeback. “I’m awesome,” she added in case he’d missed that part.
“And not at all burdened with humility.”
“Nope.” If he wasn’t going to pretend to be less, neither would she.
The bathroom door swung open, the light from within spilling into the darkness of the room. Steam billowed out. He stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The man might be all screwed up with his twisted past of colossal failures that overshadowed stratospheric success, but he was beautiful when cleaned up and backlit to perfection.
He had broad shoulders that must’ve filled out those lawyer suits like a male model, washboard abs that would’ve envied on photoshoots, and hair that apparently had been stylishly tousled in the photos of his past. Now, it was damp and mussed like someone had run fingers through it during shower sex.
“Vori.” He tensed, those muscles bunching as though he would take flight or maybe toss her on the bed and act out some of the sexual fantasies speeding through her brain like the blinding flashes of overeager paparazzi. “What’s wrong?”
Words tangled on her tongue. She couldn’t react to him like this. He was a means to an unwanted end. Maybe not even that. “I knocked. You didn’t answer. I was…” What could she say? Worried his body couldn’t handle the drugs they’d pumped in him? Or that he’d hurt himself because he couldn’t face escape with a goblin? “You were…”
“In the shower.”
“Yeah.” She obviously hadn’t recovered all her powers of speech or her ability to stop staring.
“Like something you see?”
Busted. She needed to get hold of herself. In a second or ten. “Perhaps.” Let him think what he would of that.
She might as well tell him. “I was the crown princess and prophecy-promised queen.” He stared, blinked, stared some more. Finally, the man didn’t have a snappy comeback. “I’m awesome,” she added in case he’d missed that part.
“And not at all burdened with humility.”
“Nope.” If he wasn’t going to pretend to be less, neither would she.
The bathroom door swung open, the light from within spilling into the darkness of the room. Steam billowed out. He stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The man might be all screwed up with his twisted past of colossal failures that overshadowed stratospheric success, but he was beautiful when cleaned up and backlit to perfection.
He had broad shoulders that must’ve filled out those lawyer suits like a male model, washboard abs that would’ve envied on photoshoots, and hair that apparently had been stylishly tousled in the photos of his past. Now, it was damp and mussed like someone had run fingers through it during shower sex.
“Vori.” He tensed, those muscles bunching as though he would take flight or maybe toss her on the bed and act out some of the sexual fantasies speeding through her brain like the blinding flashes of overeager paparazzi. “What’s wrong?”
Words tangled on her tongue. She couldn’t react to him like this. He was a means to an unwanted end. Maybe not even that. “I knocked. You didn’t answer. I was…” What could she say? Worried his body couldn’t handle the drugs they’d pumped in him? Or that he’d hurt himself because he couldn’t face escape with a goblin? “You were…”
“In the shower.”
“Yeah.” She obviously hadn’t recovered all her powers of speech or her ability to stop staring.
“Like something you see?”
Busted. She needed to get hold of herself. In a second or ten. “Perhaps.” Let him think what he would of that.
Excerpt Five:
“You’re no monster.”
“Neither are you.”
“I’m not the consort you need.”
She should let it go, let him go, but she couldn’t. Closing the space between them, she tapped into his powers, a gesture that’d become so familiar in the last few days. His magic was muted beneath her touch, a steady, reassuring hum. “You’re the one I want.”
He snagged her fingers between his. “Don’t, princess.”
Her title usually grated like the pinpricks of unfinished tailoring on coarse fabrics. With him, it slid over her senses smooth as silk. The slight command in his voice called to a part of her that needed him to do it again. To dominate. To rule in his own way. To spark those powers over her skin and see what heat he could send through her before she devoured the magic one slow pull after another. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t tease with something I already crave. One taste was bad enough. Any more and I won’t let you go.” There it was again. His demanding insistence calling to her.
She angled her head so the slightest shift by either of them would bring her lips to his, a dare to provoke him into unleashing the sexiness that flashed beneath that straitjacket control. Anticipation zipped through her as much as his powers ever did. What would it be like to let him take over, hold her down, and use that lawyer voice to say filthy, delicious things to her?
“Promise?” she asked.
The noise he made in response had her body tightening and tingles rushing through her. Had she siphoned his magic without trying? Impossible. This was her response to him, to that carnal and oh-so-masculine sound, to his scent, to his nearness.
More. She needed more.
She’d made the first move before. She could do it again. Tip-toe him to the edge until he either pulled away or committed to being all in. A soft kiss. Just a tease of what could be. If he would only stop thinking so damn much. Whatever hell he was putting himself through, the torment was etched in the tight lines around his mouth, the clench of his jaw, the strain in his shoulders.
“Princess.” His voice was rough, a damn near growl. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one with a beastly side in this room. The question was how to snap that control of his that had him bound.
Good thing she could pick any lock.
“Choose.” She pushed enticement, urgency, finality into a single word. A sharp pick.
She pressed her breasts against his chest. The hook.
Letting the stillness swirl all their sexual tension to a fever-pitch, she waited for the pressure to catch against the barriers he’d put between them. Click. Click.
The imaginary pins lined up in her mind, snapping into place and pushing against her in a resistance that couldn’t hold. Click. So close to release.
“I’ll always choose us.” He curled his hand around her neck, hauled her close, and claimed her mouth in a kiss that left no question as to his certainty.
Damn, her witch could kiss. It was a possessive, bruising explosion of a kiss. None of the hesitation or uncertainty of before. Gone was the restraint.
He demanded and took, and all she could do was race to catch up as his hunger hurtled them both toward something that had been building since they met. She did the only thing possible. She kissed him back with everything she had.
Perry ran his hand along her back, catching his fingers along the column of buttons. “These will be fun.”
“Where’s a goblin gown when you need it?”
“You should have one of those in every color.” He pressed his mouth to her jaw, sending a shiver through her. “How much time do you think we have?”
“Not enough.”
His wicked chuckle slid along her skin, chasing the chills with heat. “As I was saying before, I want to spin you around, undo each ladylike button, and press my lips against the skin as I unwrap you inch by inch.”
Her temperature kicked up yet another degree. Of course, the man who never stopped thinking or talking would narrate his intentions—however naughty. “Dirty talk. My favorite.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“The filthier, the better.” The last word caught in her throat on a moan with the way he cupped her breast and grazed his teeth over a particularly sensitive spot. He was so warm. And solid. And decadent when it came to kissing.
He moved as if they could slow time, circling his fingers around those damn buttons the way she wanted him to trace her skin. “Mmm, I’ll have to reconsider my position on buttons. These have possibilities.”
“That you can test later. Stop tormenting me.”
“I haven’t. Not yet. I’m still being a gentleman.” One who had her wet and wanting.
Their first kiss had been hours ago and years in the making. Now, she wanted all of him.
“You’re no monster.”
“Neither are you.”
“I’m not the consort you need.”
She should let it go, let him go, but she couldn’t. Closing the space between them, she tapped into his powers, a gesture that’d become so familiar in the last few days. His magic was muted beneath her touch, a steady, reassuring hum. “You’re the one I want.”
He snagged her fingers between his. “Don’t, princess.”
Her title usually grated like the pinpricks of unfinished tailoring on coarse fabrics. With him, it slid over her senses smooth as silk. The slight command in his voice called to a part of her that needed him to do it again. To dominate. To rule in his own way. To spark those powers over her skin and see what heat he could send through her before she devoured the magic one slow pull after another. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t tease with something I already crave. One taste was bad enough. Any more and I won’t let you go.” There it was again. His demanding insistence calling to her.
She angled her head so the slightest shift by either of them would bring her lips to his, a dare to provoke him into unleashing the sexiness that flashed beneath that straitjacket control. Anticipation zipped through her as much as his powers ever did. What would it be like to let him take over, hold her down, and use that lawyer voice to say filthy, delicious things to her?
“Promise?” she asked.
The noise he made in response had her body tightening and tingles rushing through her. Had she siphoned his magic without trying? Impossible. This was her response to him, to that carnal and oh-so-masculine sound, to his scent, to his nearness.
More. She needed more.
She’d made the first move before. She could do it again. Tip-toe him to the edge until he either pulled away or committed to being all in. A soft kiss. Just a tease of what could be. If he would only stop thinking so damn much. Whatever hell he was putting himself through, the torment was etched in the tight lines around his mouth, the clench of his jaw, the strain in his shoulders.
“Princess.” His voice was rough, a damn near growl. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one with a beastly side in this room. The question was how to snap that control of his that had him bound.
Good thing she could pick any lock.
“Choose.” She pushed enticement, urgency, finality into a single word. A sharp pick.
She pressed her breasts against his chest. The hook.
Letting the stillness swirl all their sexual tension to a fever-pitch, she waited for the pressure to catch against the barriers he’d put between them. Click. Click.
The imaginary pins lined up in her mind, snapping into place and pushing against her in a resistance that couldn’t hold. Click. So close to release.
“I’ll always choose us.” He curled his hand around her neck, hauled her close, and claimed her mouth in a kiss that left no question as to his certainty.
Damn, her witch could kiss. It was a possessive, bruising explosion of a kiss. None of the hesitation or uncertainty of before. Gone was the restraint.
He demanded and took, and all she could do was race to catch up as his hunger hurtled them both toward something that had been building since they met. She did the only thing possible. She kissed him back with everything she had.
Perry ran his hand along her back, catching his fingers along the column of buttons. “These will be fun.”
“Where’s a goblin gown when you need it?”
“You should have one of those in every color.” He pressed his mouth to her jaw, sending a shiver through her. “How much time do you think we have?”
“Not enough.”
His wicked chuckle slid along her skin, chasing the chills with heat. “As I was saying before, I want to spin you around, undo each ladylike button, and press my lips against the skin as I unwrap you inch by inch.”
Her temperature kicked up yet another degree. Of course, the man who never stopped thinking or talking would narrate his intentions—however naughty. “Dirty talk. My favorite.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“The filthier, the better.” The last word caught in her throat on a moan with the way he cupped her breast and grazed his teeth over a particularly sensitive spot. He was so warm. And solid. And decadent when it came to kissing.
He moved as if they could slow time, circling his fingers around those damn buttons the way she wanted him to trace her skin. “Mmm, I’ll have to reconsider my position on buttons. These have possibilities.”
“That you can test later. Stop tormenting me.”
“I haven’t. Not yet. I’m still being a gentleman.” One who had her wet and wanting.
Their first kiss had been hours ago and years in the making. Now, she wanted all of him.
Excerpt Six:
Her breathy voice and the way her gaze softened called to something in him. He wove his fingers into her hair and kissed her. A remember-this kiss. A lifetime-of-this kiss. A can’t-get-enough kiss. He could kiss her forever. “What do you want?”
“You. This. Passion. Pleasure.”
The way she said the last as though her lips had savored each word had him wanting to drop to his knees and push that goblin gown aside so he could kiss every inch of her. “Turn-ons? Other than dirty talk.”
“You remembered.”
“Always.”
“So many questions?” She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. “That big brain of yours ever switch off?”
“All the time around you. Now answer the question.”
“You really want to know?”
“I want to know everything about you. How you taste here.” He teased until she opened her mouth and they met in a clash of tongues and teeth. He feasted as if he’d never get enough. Because maybe he never would. “Here.” He skimmed his palm against her breast—tight nipples and lush skin under all that sheer gauze. “Here.” He moved his hand lower, to the heat between her legs.
“Yes.” She said the word on a sigh.
“Where is the hot spring, and how fast can we get there? Otherwise, I’m taking you up against a tree right here, right now.”
Her breathy voice and the way her gaze softened called to something in him. He wove his fingers into her hair and kissed her. A remember-this kiss. A lifetime-of-this kiss. A can’t-get-enough kiss. He could kiss her forever. “What do you want?”
“You. This. Passion. Pleasure.”
The way she said the last as though her lips had savored each word had him wanting to drop to his knees and push that goblin gown aside so he could kiss every inch of her. “Turn-ons? Other than dirty talk.”
“You remembered.”
“Always.”
“So many questions?” She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. “That big brain of yours ever switch off?”
“All the time around you. Now answer the question.”
“You really want to know?”
“I want to know everything about you. How you taste here.” He teased until she opened her mouth and they met in a clash of tongues and teeth. He feasted as if he’d never get enough. Because maybe he never would. “Here.” He skimmed his palm against her breast—tight nipples and lush skin under all that sheer gauze. “Here.” He moved his hand lower, to the heat between her legs.
“Yes.” She said the word on a sigh.
“Where is the hot spring, and how fast can we get there? Otherwise, I’m taking you up against a tree right here, right now.”
Excerpt Seven:
“I wanted you naked. Under the sky. In the open. Where anyone could see you but only I will.”
“Yes.”
He untied the knot behind her neck, peeling the dress from her inch-by-inch and following the path of his fingers with his mouth. With each tug, he told her what he wanted to do next.
“Stop talking and get to doing.”
He laughed against her skin. “I thought you liked dirty talk.”
“Not when it takes forever for you to…”
He uncovered her breasts and cut her rant short. “Perfection.” Not too big. Not too small. Not too anything. Just perfection. He’d been teased for years by the risqué photoshoots she’d done with only her nipples left to the imagination. He’d known each curve of her breasts from billboards and covers, and still, it hadn’t compared with the reality of being able to trace those soft swells with his fingertips. Hell, he’d stared at her breasts in goblin form when she slipped skins, and they were bigger, more muscled and freaking green, and yet, still flawless.
The steam from the hot spring circled her, making her skin damp and her hair curl the slightest bit. He trailed his thumb along a bead of moisture, brushing against her nipple. Her choked whimper was his reward.
“You like that?” He did it again.
“Yes.”
His queen was so agreeable when he made love to her. Yes seemed to be her only word, and he wanted to make her say it over and over.
“What if I do this?” He flicked his tongue where his thumb had been.
There was that whimper again. Thank the powers for those little sounds she made. “We’ll get you a goblin gown in every single color so I can strip each shade of the rainbow off you.” He fastened his mouth over her right breast, toying with the other.
Her answer was a strangled sound that could have been yes, and she ran her fingers through his hair to hold him close. Not that she needed to. He could do this for hours. Kissing her. Discovering new places to touch and taste. Making her come apart one lick at a time.
He slid the dress over her hips, and she swayed with a low moan. It sounded like a sexy moan, but what if it was a pain moan? He’d heard those yesterday from her and never wanted to hear them again. He stood, avoiding her left side and holding her by the waist as gently as he could. “Is it your shoulder? Are you all right?”
“Trust me, nothing hurts right now.”
He bit at her, and she made the same noise. Definitely not a pain moan. “You sure about that? What if I touch you here?” He slipped his hand between her legs and under her panties. “So wet. Soaking. I can’t wait to be inside you, to pull you into my lap and have you ride me.”
“Yes, do that.”
“In a minute. I need to taste all of you first. To have you come apart in my arms. To suck down your pleasure. Is it as sweet as the rest of you?” By the powers, she loved dirty talk. She opened her legs wider, and he could feel her slickness against his hand. She moved against him as if she couldn’t wait another minute. “Do you scream when you come? What sounds do you make?”
The stones around the hot spring were too hard for what he wanted. He yanked at his shirt with one hand. He’d dreamed about her for so long. Now that she was his, he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.
The fabric slipped over his head with a static crackle. His hair probably stood on end, and yet, he didn’t give a damn. He only wanted his mouth on her. He balled the fabric and tossed it on the closest rock. Here was hoping that’d be comfortable enough for her to sit on while he licked and devoured. The wind through the trees made a whistling sound and blew cold on his blistering hot skin. He welcomed the relief because this chemistry between them, her reactions to his every touch, her parted lips, and sweet sighs were burning him from within.
“Oh.” She put a hand to his chest, tracing scars there. “Do these still hurt?” She ran her fingers from the burn marks to the sliced wards to the tracks in his veins that snaked along his arms.
“No.” The witch Senate had done its worst. They’d left their marks permanently carved into his skin. Ugly reminders that he couldn’t and wouldn’t erase. Except what if she hated them? “Do they bother you?” Please say they didn’t turn her off. Not with the way he ached to be inside her.
“Only because they caused you pain.”
“I deserved it.”
She lifted her gaze to his and put her mouth on one of the jagged red welts. “We both have things about ourselves we don’t like. It’s whether or not we can accept those parts in each other.” Her hot breath blazed along the sensitive skin there.
This woman. She tore open hurts he hadn’t known were there, only to soothe and heal. He kissed her with all the love and hopes of forever that he couldn’t say out loud. He lowered her to the stone, making sure the fabric of his shirt cushioned the contact against hard rock. Her breasts arched, her nipples tight in the cool air that even the rush of steam from the springs couldn’t keep away. A rush of chill bumps prickled on her skin.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” He knelt between her thighs, ignoring the rough stone beneath his knees. It would anchor him to reality instead of this fantasy come to life. The scent of her, the contrasting feel of her soft skin and the scratch of her dress, the gasp of surprise she made. It filled his senses, calling to his powers. He fought them, struggling to keep control when everything about her made him want to lose it.
“Kneeling before your queen isn’t necessary.” The teasing in her voice was edged with shakiness. Nerves, maybe?
“Oh, but it is.” He yanked her closer. “Let me show you.”
“I wanted you naked. Under the sky. In the open. Where anyone could see you but only I will.”
“Yes.”
He untied the knot behind her neck, peeling the dress from her inch-by-inch and following the path of his fingers with his mouth. With each tug, he told her what he wanted to do next.
“Stop talking and get to doing.”
He laughed against her skin. “I thought you liked dirty talk.”
“Not when it takes forever for you to…”
He uncovered her breasts and cut her rant short. “Perfection.” Not too big. Not too small. Not too anything. Just perfection. He’d been teased for years by the risqué photoshoots she’d done with only her nipples left to the imagination. He’d known each curve of her breasts from billboards and covers, and still, it hadn’t compared with the reality of being able to trace those soft swells with his fingertips. Hell, he’d stared at her breasts in goblin form when she slipped skins, and they were bigger, more muscled and freaking green, and yet, still flawless.
The steam from the hot spring circled her, making her skin damp and her hair curl the slightest bit. He trailed his thumb along a bead of moisture, brushing against her nipple. Her choked whimper was his reward.
“You like that?” He did it again.
“Yes.”
His queen was so agreeable when he made love to her. Yes seemed to be her only word, and he wanted to make her say it over and over.
“What if I do this?” He flicked his tongue where his thumb had been.
There was that whimper again. Thank the powers for those little sounds she made. “We’ll get you a goblin gown in every single color so I can strip each shade of the rainbow off you.” He fastened his mouth over her right breast, toying with the other.
Her answer was a strangled sound that could have been yes, and she ran her fingers through his hair to hold him close. Not that she needed to. He could do this for hours. Kissing her. Discovering new places to touch and taste. Making her come apart one lick at a time.
He slid the dress over her hips, and she swayed with a low moan. It sounded like a sexy moan, but what if it was a pain moan? He’d heard those yesterday from her and never wanted to hear them again. He stood, avoiding her left side and holding her by the waist as gently as he could. “Is it your shoulder? Are you all right?”
“Trust me, nothing hurts right now.”
He bit at her, and she made the same noise. Definitely not a pain moan. “You sure about that? What if I touch you here?” He slipped his hand between her legs and under her panties. “So wet. Soaking. I can’t wait to be inside you, to pull you into my lap and have you ride me.”
“Yes, do that.”
“In a minute. I need to taste all of you first. To have you come apart in my arms. To suck down your pleasure. Is it as sweet as the rest of you?” By the powers, she loved dirty talk. She opened her legs wider, and he could feel her slickness against his hand. She moved against him as if she couldn’t wait another minute. “Do you scream when you come? What sounds do you make?”
The stones around the hot spring were too hard for what he wanted. He yanked at his shirt with one hand. He’d dreamed about her for so long. Now that she was his, he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.
The fabric slipped over his head with a static crackle. His hair probably stood on end, and yet, he didn’t give a damn. He only wanted his mouth on her. He balled the fabric and tossed it on the closest rock. Here was hoping that’d be comfortable enough for her to sit on while he licked and devoured. The wind through the trees made a whistling sound and blew cold on his blistering hot skin. He welcomed the relief because this chemistry between them, her reactions to his every touch, her parted lips, and sweet sighs were burning him from within.
“Oh.” She put a hand to his chest, tracing scars there. “Do these still hurt?” She ran her fingers from the burn marks to the sliced wards to the tracks in his veins that snaked along his arms.
“No.” The witch Senate had done its worst. They’d left their marks permanently carved into his skin. Ugly reminders that he couldn’t and wouldn’t erase. Except what if she hated them? “Do they bother you?” Please say they didn’t turn her off. Not with the way he ached to be inside her.
“Only because they caused you pain.”
“I deserved it.”
She lifted her gaze to his and put her mouth on one of the jagged red welts. “We both have things about ourselves we don’t like. It’s whether or not we can accept those parts in each other.” Her hot breath blazed along the sensitive skin there.
This woman. She tore open hurts he hadn’t known were there, only to soothe and heal. He kissed her with all the love and hopes of forever that he couldn’t say out loud. He lowered her to the stone, making sure the fabric of his shirt cushioned the contact against hard rock. Her breasts arched, her nipples tight in the cool air that even the rush of steam from the springs couldn’t keep away. A rush of chill bumps prickled on her skin.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” He knelt between her thighs, ignoring the rough stone beneath his knees. It would anchor him to reality instead of this fantasy come to life. The scent of her, the contrasting feel of her soft skin and the scratch of her dress, the gasp of surprise she made. It filled his senses, calling to his powers. He fought them, struggling to keep control when everything about her made him want to lose it.
“Kneeling before your queen isn’t necessary.” The teasing in her voice was edged with shakiness. Nerves, maybe?
“Oh, but it is.” He yanked her closer. “Let me show you.”
Excerpt Eight:
The maddening thrum of Vori’s heartbeat in her ears mixed with the rush of the hot spring in a deafening roar. She wouldn’t be able to hear anyone coming up on them, who might find them. Goblin speed meant the others could be here any second.
The thrill that possibility sent through her had her sucking in a breath. She hadn’t covered the royal etiquette of sex but getting caught with her consort going down on her in the woods had to be breaking some rule.
“I was supposed to be seducing you, stealing you the goblin way.” Her words came out breathy and half-hearted. She couldn’t protest something she wanted so damn much. The slick humidity against her skin and the chill of almost-night air were nothing compared to Perry’s hot breath against her and the heat coursing through her.
“I’m thoroughly seduced, but you’re still talking, which means I have more work to do. What happens if I…?” He bit her thigh softly and pushed two fingers into her.
“Yes,” she hissed and bucked against him.
“Let’s see what other sounds I can get you to make.”
She melted into the sensations, her focus on where she ached for him, where he soothed before taunting and teasing and taking. Desire stole all thought except more, now, and yes. Sex here at the spring with Perry was all the naughty, wicked fun she’d craved.
She was so close to coming because he was that good. “Perry, don’t stop, more, harder, now, now.” Or at least she thought she’d said some of those words in the desperate tongue-tied babble that escaped her mouth. An ember of need sparked inside of her and caught fire.
He did something with his mouth and fingers, and the need built higher and higher. The pressure was too intense with nowhere to release. It ripped through her. She shattered on a scream, the sound muffled against his hand pressed to her mouth.
“Can’t have you bringing the guards before I make you come again.” He brushed his lips along her neck, a tender touch so different from the way he’d devoured her moments before. She sagged against him, the orgasm having stolen her strength and making her muscles feel as liquid as the springs. This was what ecstasy and bliss felt like, mindless pleasure spinning and swirling through her—sticky and heavy and divine.
He caught her around the waist and turned them, the movement hidden by kisses trailing along her ear, her jaw—every inch burning a hot path. “On top easier for you with the shoulder?”
She fought to clear the mental fog. “What?” Nope, all her brain cells were still occupied with post-climax euphoria.
He stripped her gown to her ankles as if she weighed nothing. “I’ve been thinking about you on top, in full control since the moment we met that Halloween. Straddling me. Riding me. Making me crazier for you with every wiggle. Come here.” He pulled her into his lap.
“Oh.” Because that’s all she could manage right now. Single syllables. He’d promised that he would be inside her. After he tasted her. After she came apart. A man of his word. By the powers, if he was half as skilled with his cock as with his mouth, she wasn’t going to be capable of coherent thoughts for hours. She couldn’t wait.
He curved his lips into one of his charm-his-way-into-anything grins. “Yes, this should work.” He sounded so damned pleased with himself. Two could play at the seduction game. She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and he groaned. “Unless you kill me first.”
The man was all muscle and heat. The slim consort band that branded him as hers glistened gold against the strong column of his throat. His broad chest and biceps and those killer forearms had been marked by the witches, but they hadn’t broken him. Battle wounds. Her consort had been through hell and endured it. Together, they would be able to heal each other and this realm. The certainty of it had her tightening her hold on him.
He grabbed her bare bottom. “If you keep doing that, this will be over before we’ve started.” His words sounded as if his vocal chords had been dragged across goblin glass. Rough, ragged, and capable of out-of-this-world magic.
She rocked against him, testing his theory.
White sparks shot up his arms, and he snatched his hands back. “By the powers, not now.”
“Yes, now.” She couldn’t wait to have this man inside her, his powers thrumming through her. The uncertainty in his gaze pissed her off. “You say you like all of me?”
“Yes.” Air hissed between his teeth. He wanted her. There was no doubt, no denial. Not with the raw desire stamped on his face.
“I want all of you.” She kissed him. Not a kind or pitying kiss. A take-no-prisoners, conquering-queen crushing kiss.
He made a sound against her mouth, a rough pleading. It called to something deep and primitive in her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Judging by the fervor of his kisses, neither could he. Still, she needed to be sure. Royal life. Forever in a goblin realm. Babies.
“Tell me what you want.” If she had to, she could finish him another way, take him in her hands or her mouth, swallow him down. Both of them orgasming would be enough.
“You.”
“How?”
“However you’ll have me.” His rough voice scratched and scraped over the lust-soaked syllables. “But please, by the powers, do it soon.”
She slid onto his erection, slowly, letting her body and gravity work together to sink inch by inch. Until he was buried balls deep inside her. His gaze locked on hers. The intimacy of the connection overwhelmed her.
She lifted up, only to slide again with sultry slowness that had her control slipping. No, she couldn’t lose control while she was in a position to hurt him. Not in any form. She wouldn’t. Not with Perry. She shut her eyes, trying to break the hold he had on her. Anything to keep from spiraling. The first orgasm had been consuming, but this…whatever was coiling in her now might break them both if she couldn’t rein it in.
“Don’t look away.” He brushed his fingers against her cheek. “Stay with me.”
The plea, the almost prayer called to a hunger deep inside her, one she hadn’t felt before. She closed her hand over his and pulled hard at his powers.
The maddening thrum of Vori’s heartbeat in her ears mixed with the rush of the hot spring in a deafening roar. She wouldn’t be able to hear anyone coming up on them, who might find them. Goblin speed meant the others could be here any second.
The thrill that possibility sent through her had her sucking in a breath. She hadn’t covered the royal etiquette of sex but getting caught with her consort going down on her in the woods had to be breaking some rule.
“I was supposed to be seducing you, stealing you the goblin way.” Her words came out breathy and half-hearted. She couldn’t protest something she wanted so damn much. The slick humidity against her skin and the chill of almost-night air were nothing compared to Perry’s hot breath against her and the heat coursing through her.
“I’m thoroughly seduced, but you’re still talking, which means I have more work to do. What happens if I…?” He bit her thigh softly and pushed two fingers into her.
“Yes,” she hissed and bucked against him.
“Let’s see what other sounds I can get you to make.”
She melted into the sensations, her focus on where she ached for him, where he soothed before taunting and teasing and taking. Desire stole all thought except more, now, and yes. Sex here at the spring with Perry was all the naughty, wicked fun she’d craved.
She was so close to coming because he was that good. “Perry, don’t stop, more, harder, now, now.” Or at least she thought she’d said some of those words in the desperate tongue-tied babble that escaped her mouth. An ember of need sparked inside of her and caught fire.
He did something with his mouth and fingers, and the need built higher and higher. The pressure was too intense with nowhere to release. It ripped through her. She shattered on a scream, the sound muffled against his hand pressed to her mouth.
“Can’t have you bringing the guards before I make you come again.” He brushed his lips along her neck, a tender touch so different from the way he’d devoured her moments before. She sagged against him, the orgasm having stolen her strength and making her muscles feel as liquid as the springs. This was what ecstasy and bliss felt like, mindless pleasure spinning and swirling through her—sticky and heavy and divine.
He caught her around the waist and turned them, the movement hidden by kisses trailing along her ear, her jaw—every inch burning a hot path. “On top easier for you with the shoulder?”
She fought to clear the mental fog. “What?” Nope, all her brain cells were still occupied with post-climax euphoria.
He stripped her gown to her ankles as if she weighed nothing. “I’ve been thinking about you on top, in full control since the moment we met that Halloween. Straddling me. Riding me. Making me crazier for you with every wiggle. Come here.” He pulled her into his lap.
“Oh.” Because that’s all she could manage right now. Single syllables. He’d promised that he would be inside her. After he tasted her. After she came apart. A man of his word. By the powers, if he was half as skilled with his cock as with his mouth, she wasn’t going to be capable of coherent thoughts for hours. She couldn’t wait.
He curved his lips into one of his charm-his-way-into-anything grins. “Yes, this should work.” He sounded so damned pleased with himself. Two could play at the seduction game. She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and he groaned. “Unless you kill me first.”
The man was all muscle and heat. The slim consort band that branded him as hers glistened gold against the strong column of his throat. His broad chest and biceps and those killer forearms had been marked by the witches, but they hadn’t broken him. Battle wounds. Her consort had been through hell and endured it. Together, they would be able to heal each other and this realm. The certainty of it had her tightening her hold on him.
He grabbed her bare bottom. “If you keep doing that, this will be over before we’ve started.” His words sounded as if his vocal chords had been dragged across goblin glass. Rough, ragged, and capable of out-of-this-world magic.
She rocked against him, testing his theory.
White sparks shot up his arms, and he snatched his hands back. “By the powers, not now.”
“Yes, now.” She couldn’t wait to have this man inside her, his powers thrumming through her. The uncertainty in his gaze pissed her off. “You say you like all of me?”
“Yes.” Air hissed between his teeth. He wanted her. There was no doubt, no denial. Not with the raw desire stamped on his face.
“I want all of you.” She kissed him. Not a kind or pitying kiss. A take-no-prisoners, conquering-queen crushing kiss.
He made a sound against her mouth, a rough pleading. It called to something deep and primitive in her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Judging by the fervor of his kisses, neither could he. Still, she needed to be sure. Royal life. Forever in a goblin realm. Babies.
“Tell me what you want.” If she had to, she could finish him another way, take him in her hands or her mouth, swallow him down. Both of them orgasming would be enough.
“You.”
“How?”
“However you’ll have me.” His rough voice scratched and scraped over the lust-soaked syllables. “But please, by the powers, do it soon.”
She slid onto his erection, slowly, letting her body and gravity work together to sink inch by inch. Until he was buried balls deep inside her. His gaze locked on hers. The intimacy of the connection overwhelmed her.
She lifted up, only to slide again with sultry slowness that had her control slipping. No, she couldn’t lose control while she was in a position to hurt him. Not in any form. She wouldn’t. Not with Perry. She shut her eyes, trying to break the hold he had on her. Anything to keep from spiraling. The first orgasm had been consuming, but this…whatever was coiling in her now might break them both if she couldn’t rein it in.
“Don’t look away.” He brushed his fingers against her cheek. “Stay with me.”
The plea, the almost prayer called to a hunger deep inside her, one she hadn’t felt before. She closed her hand over his and pulled hard at his powers.
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