Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-183-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Interracial, BBW
Length: Collection
ISBN: 978-1-60521-183-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Interracial, BBW
Length: Collection
Blurb:
One bite by a rogue demon has left Elena in the throes of a dark curse. It will take all Drake's power to halt the change and save her life. In the depths of their dark lust she becomes something other, a bond mate to a demon of lust. Will it be worth the cost?
In the shadows a deadly adversary begins moving the pieces, creating a trap that will bring Drake and Elena into the darkest reaches of their hearts. Neither expects the depth of hatred from the Brotherhood or the lengths to which they will go to destroy one demon. Drake, it seems, has old enemies and they're willing to overthrow Hell itself to destroy him.
Publisher's Note: This collection contains three previous published novellas Bound in Lust, Bound in Fury, and Bound Eternally.
Excerpt:
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They won’t kill me. I know too much. Those thoughts did little to ease her fears, but she knew it wouldn’t matter anyway. Show or die. Easy decision, really.
The throb and pulse of Abandon’s dance floor beat a counter rhythm to Elena’s thudding heart. She skirted the fringes of the crowd, trying to weave through the bodies without attracting too much attention. Drawing deep on her reserves and adding energy to reinforce her inner shields, she avoided the lustful onslaught of hormones. Even with the skintight pantsuit she was wearing, it shouldn’t be much of a problem. Most of the dancers wore far less. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Why the hell did I wear my hair down?
Within moments a hand grasped her elbow. She glanced up and gasped at the gorgeous specimen who’d touched her. Eyes dark as onyx reflected the changing flashes of light throughout the club. Thick eyelashes framed them in perfect symmetry, making her fingers itch to sketch them. Sharp cheekbones were accented by shadows, reminding her of a Greek statue. The dark silk of his hair was held in place by a leather thong. Like always.
“Angels don’t usually grace me with their presence. To what do I owe this honor?” The deeply masculine voice rumbled across her skin like a caress.
Waves of lust stroked her, teased her nipples to aching tips thrusting against the black denim. She shivered against the heavy power in his touch. Demon power. The raw sensual heat of a demon of lust.
“I’m no angel.” Her throat was husky with suppressed longing. Desperately, she concentrated on rebuilding the shambles of her empathy shield.
His full sensual lips lifted in a half smile. He brought her hand to those fascinating lips and brushed them against her open palm. Little shots of electricity shot from her hand to her core, stroking her pussy from within. She bit back a moan at his tender ministration. Control. She had to maintain control. His hungry gaze sizzled her from head to toe. He had a way of making her very aware of every single curve.
She cleared her throat. “You have something I need.”
“I appreciate your candor, Elena. Would you like to retire to my office?” He gestured toward the upper balcony.
She nodded, not trusting her voice to form further coherent words. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was life and death, but her libido, at the moment, was in heaven. Don’t forget why you’re here, Elena. There are worse things than death. She flinched in memory of the cloaked man’s words.
She pulled her hand from his with an apologetic smile. “Please, after you.” She gestured and did her best to keep from rubbing her hand against her thigh. It still tingled where his lips had touched her.
He led her to his executive elevator. Two men, more like tree trunks with arms, blocked the path of any others who would dare enter. From their lack of expressions to the tangy flavor of their cologne, she couldn’t tell them apart. At 5'6" she only came to their shoulders, but even at close range they exuded no emotion.
They stepped into the elevator and she couldn’t help but comment. “It’s rare to see twins working as bouncers.”
The demon smiled and his eyes glowed. “They owed me a debt.”
Elena swallowed and tore her gaze away from his disturbing presence. “Debts are serious things.”
Within the confines of the box, the rich scent of his body surrounded her, infiltrated her senses, and teased her with a promise.
“Yes, they are.” His voice rumbled with amusement. Drake’s heavy gaze was unnerving. “You should wear your hair down more often, Elena. The chestnut color is striking.”
Heat flushed her cheeks at the compliment. To her immense relief, the elevator chimed their arrival.
He gestured and she left the elevator. Her heels sank into the plush carpet -- blood red and a perfect match to her demon host. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. An elegant profile and lost in thought. For just a moment she wondered what he was thinking.
His obsidian eyes flicked to meet her gaze. For several long seconds she held her breath at the intense sexual longing she felt from him. Her pussy clenched in desperate urgency, slicking her panties with her need. Empathy’s curse.
She needed a distraction. Ornate doors drew her interest. Wrought iron edging with wooden carvings in the panels. She reached the doors and stared. Women and men writhed in sexual abandon. Each tiny body an embodiment of lust. She fisted her hands to keep from tracing a particularly intricate one. Is that even physically possible?
“I assure you it is,” he whispered in her ear.
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