Demons need love too!
Demons, shapeshifters, hunky bad boy demon on a Harley, an immortal and mortal war
and a love triangle. If you haven’t had a chance to check out Damned and Desired, you'll find all those things.
FREE Demon Sex? Well, in eBooks. It’s FREE
on Amazon, Barns and Noble and a few other vendors from January 20-February 2. Watch for the BookBub ad on the 21st.
There are lots of FREE reads out there, but it you’re looking for an erotic paranormal from Ellora’s Cave, I hope
you’ll check this one out. (A blurb and excerpt is below.) Book 2, BTW, Damned and Desired was an EPIC Award
finalist and Book 3, Damned and Defiant is one of my favorite books because
Dante, the bad boy demon, really meets his match and if he manages NOT to
destroy two worlds, he might find true love.
BLURB for Desert of the Damned: Demons in Exile, Book One. One woman caught in a war between worlds and torn
between the love of two men-immortal demon and mortal shapeshifter.
Dante Akanto lures research scientist Amy Weston
into the desert to explore the dark side of her passions, pleasuring her in
erotic ways she never thought possible with his bizarre sex games. And park
ranger Jake Montag has a compelling mysticism and powerful sensuality that's
HOT and impossible to resist.But the two men, demon and shapeshifter, are
engaged in a supernatural fight between worlds. Amy and her high level of life
force energy is the key. Dante's world and his immortality depend on claiming
her as his own. The choice Amy makes between the two men will affect both her
world and her future.Reader Advisory: Contains scorching scenes of
bondage.
EXCERPT: The smell of smoke drew Amy Weston out of a deep
sleep. As her mind fought through her grogginess, she stared at the orange
shadows flickering across her stucco walls. The waving colors nearly hypnotized
her back to sleep then logic shook her fully awake.
Fire.
She bolted upright in bed.
From the window on the opposite wall she could see
that the fire was outside. A chorus of toads and crickets sang their night song
as the desert breeze stirred her sheer curtains. She rubbed sleep from her eyes
and inhaled deeply.
Not dreaming.
Hopping out of bed, she rushed to the window and
peered out. The glow of a campfire shone behind the saguaro cactus and the
mesquite bushes about fifty yards from her house.
The silhouette of a man stood beside the fire. Dante
Akando was summoning her.
The digital clock read twelve a.m. The hour. She
groaned as if complaining but between her legs the throb of her pussy gave away
her desire. Thanks to all the subtle teasing at work and impromptu meetings in
Dante’s office, where he’d described raw details of his sex games, her body
hummed in anticipation.
He was good—very good—impossible to resist. And he was
just what she needed right now—a man who had a taste for adventurous sex and
was eager to explore the dark side of her passions. Like her, Dante didn’t want
any emotional ties. She had been intrigued by his looks the day she was forced
to transfer to the new division of Drake Diagnostic Labs and, since she didn’t
plan to stay long, having a brief affair with her boss didn’t seem like a
problem. The sexual chemistry had been immediate and bone deep. How could she
say no? Someday she would find someone special and consider a more permanent
arrangement but for the moment, she didn’t need the hassles.
As much as her body ached for Dante, she should resist
him. She had to get up for work early and she was exhausted. Did she dare
ignore his campfire call and curl back in her comfortable bed? Her hand reached
beneath her silk chemise and slid over her breasts. Her nipples were raw and
erect, sensitive to the touch. She squeezed them and imagined Dante’s hands on
her then glided her hand down her flat belly, over the curly hair and patted
her bud. In moments it was swollen and throbbing, aching for more. Oh, she
wanted him all right. Damn him. I’ll never get back to sleep now.
What was the use? The dancing lights on her bedroom
walls grew brighter, signaling his impatience.
Tugging the thin chemise over her head, she tossed it
on the floor, then yanked the Indian blanket from her bed. Why did he affect
her this way? She walked back to the window but there was no sign of him—only
the silhouettes of the saguaro cactus with its outstretched arms. Stepping into
moccasins, she grabbed a flashlight, then strode out of her house.
The night air was cool and she pulled the red, black
and orange blanket tightly around her. Dante had bought it for her at the flea
market, not the trading post, so it probably was a Mexican blanket and not
Indian but it was beautiful just the same and a thoughtful gift. Still, it was
a puzzling gift considering Dante Akando said he was part Navajo. She would’ve
thought he would only buy native crafts. As she followed the path off her
property onto open land, the light of her flashlight and the campfire lit her
way. The sky was dark, millions of brilliant stars glittered like shards of
crystal. Stepping around scrub pines and clumps of prickly pear cactus, she
approached a large mesquite bush. On the other side of the spiny tree the
campfire blazed.
Another Indian blanket lay beside the fire. Dante was
nowhere around. But she knew he had to be close, watching her.
“Dante? I’m here.” She pulled her blanket up to her
chin. A breeze swirled around her and under, teasing her moist pussy. She felt
a growing heat and moisture between her legs. Where was he? Every nerve
simmered with anticipation. “Dante, come on. I’m here. We have to work
tomorrow. I can’t stay long.”
She wasn’t afraid of the desert night. He said the
fire would keep her safe from the night creatures. Recalling his game of
seduction, she dropped her covering and stretched out naked on the blanket, her
body raw, exposed, vulnerable.
The flames crackled and sent sprays of sparks into the
air. Peering into the dark shadows surrounding the campfire, Amy tried to spot
her mysterious lover but saw no sign of him. She was supposed to wait.
As she closed her eyes, a shiver that was a slightly
panicked feeling mixed with desire rippled through her body. Ignoring his
instructions, she opened her eyes again and scanned the area. Still no Dante.
Only a cool breeze brushed over her skin, tightening
her nipples to hard points. As she stared into the fire, her vision blurred.
How long had she been there? She chuckled to herself. What if she fell asleep
when Dante returned? How would he react? She suspected his ego wouldn’t handle
that well. Was this a test to see how long she’d wait? Well, she wouldn’t wait
for much longer. Damn, she forgot her watch. She had no idea how long she’d
been out there.
Sighing heavily with impatience, she decided to go
against his game and move. She stroked her breasts, drawing circles around her
nipple with her fingertip. Maybe she could entice him. Her body sizzled with
need, wanting his touch. He had promised to meet her. She wanted him on top of
her now. She slid her hand across her breasts and squeezed each mound. Damn
him, where was he?
The turpentine scent of the mesquite bushes and
pungent earth drifted on the breeze. Her fingers pinched her nipples until they
were sensitive and erect, then she slid her hand down across her stomach to her
mound. She spread her folds, dipping one finger inside for a moment, then
rubbed her bud until it swelled. She sucked in a breath.
“Mmmm. That looks
nice,” said a husky voice behind the massive saguaro cactus.
The other two books in the series:
