Love's Prophecy, book #1
Breeana stared at Mel, appalled by his words. The gardens—the beauty of the evening—forgotten.
He cleared his throat. “The first memory I had as a child was of my father dragging me from the slave dungeon and locking me in the killing cage.”
She jerked back. His arm slid from around her shoulders. “The what?”
His eyelids lowered as he looked at the grass. “It was an iron box suspended from the top of the castle by a chain. The front had narrow slits, just wide enough to allow the morning sun to shine in. He used the cage to punish his slaves or his soldiers, hell, sometimes just for sport.”
“Oh my God!”
Mel's gaze drifted out over the yard. The look on his face told her he no longer saw the gardens or smelled the perfume scented air. His mind must have drifted back hundreds of years, reliving what sounded like a horrific nightmare.
“When I realized what he was about to do, I panicked. I fought back but I was young, maybe four or five. My arm snapped as he shoved me inside, but I didn't feel the pain, it paled in comparison to the terror I felt when I heard the lock click.”
His eyes filled with terror and bounced around like the eyes of a trapped, frightened animal. “I knew what was coming. I'd heard the screams of others who had burned alive.” He swallowed. A trickle of sweat coursed down his temple. “I clawed at the bars, pleaded with my father, but he just laughed.”
His words chilled her to the bone. Nausea churned her stomach.
“I tried to sift—disappear—but vampires can't sift through metal or rock, and the spaces between the bars were too narrow. I was trapped. I…I continued begging my father to release me. Then as the first rays touch my skin, just when the pain began, he ordered his soldiers to pull the cage back in.”
Numbness spread through her. She opened her mouth, but shut it. What did you say to someone who had lived through such a traumatic experience?
“That was the first, but not the last time he locked me inside,” he said in a flat tone. “Each time he pulled me back in. I don't know why he didn't end it there.”
Prophecy's Child, book #2
Katherine busied herself by unzipping her suitcase and stacking her clothes on the bed. She sensed Kal behind her, but didn’t acknowledge him.
“Katherine?” Kal cleared his throat. “I know it’s been a huge inconvenience quitting your job and moving in here, but I hope we can at least be civil to one another while you’re here.”
Her boss’s angry face flashed through her mind. When Katherine quit her job—with no notice—Michelle had been livid.
She walked over to the dresser, yanked open the top drawer, and dumped her load of clothes inside. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything,” she said through gritted teeth.
He cursed under his breath.
She wheeled around. “What the hell more do you want from me?”
“You don’t want to know.”
She slammed the drawer shut. “Try me.”
“May as well get it all out on the table.”
He closed the door; the lock clicked into place.
Fear of being alone with him took the edge off her fury.
Heat from his gaze burned through her clothing. “I want you naked on my bed. I want to see you smile, hear you laugh.” He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her from across the room. Lifting a hand, he caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I want you to love me again. But most of all, I want your forgiveness.”
His fingers traced the contours of her jaw, her neck. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you—I always have.”
Her mind screamed run, but her feet remained rooted to the floor. Each word chipped away at her defenses.
Leaning closer, his lips gently brushed hers. “All I’ve ever wanted was your happiness.”
His tongue outlined the seam of her mouth. Desire scorched her willpower. Without thinking, she opened for him, and his tongue swept inside.
A deep groan tore from his throat as his arms tightened around her.
Prophecy's Power, book #3
With both hands covering Soren’s pecs, Natalie pushed harder. “Get off me,” she snarled through gritted teeth.
“What?” He placed his hands on the mattress and reared up. The muscles in his arms shook. Sweat dampened his hairline and glistened on his cheeks. “I don’t think I heard you correctly, ‘cause I swore you told me to get off you.”
She leveled a hard glare at him. “You heard me. Now get off.” For emphasis, she heaved under him.
He scowled. “Why the sudden change of heart? And don’t bother saying you weren’t into it. Believe me, sweetheart, I know you’re as hot for me as I am for you.”
“I’m not!” Jesus, she sounded like a petulant child, which sparked her anger. It irritated her he could read her so well. Whatever. She’d put an end to any ideas he had. “I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You promised you wouldn’t rape me, but here you are, forcing yourself on me.” Oh, that was low. Guilt turned her gut sour.
His expression darkened. All traces of bewilderment evaporated. Fury took its place. He jumped up as if he couldn’t get away from her fast enough—and she didn’t blame him.
He paced the room, running both hands through his short hair. On his third trip around, he stopped and a low growl grew in volume. Slowly, he glanced sideways at her. His fierce appearance said he wanted nothing more than to strangle her.
She gulped and slammed her knees together before scurrying into to a sitting position.
“Rape?” he asked in a deceptively calm voice. “That’s the label you’re trying to slap on what was happening between us?”
Fear held sway, keeping her from nodding.
“So, it wasn’t my name you called out? It wasn’t me you begged to touch you?” Turning so he faced her full on, he crossed his arms. Powerful muscles along his shoulders bunched.
Oh, dear, God! Did she actually say the words from her dream out loud?
Her cheeks flamed, and she glanced away, not wanting to see the truth in his accusing glare.
Dammit. She couldn’t win with this guy. But the last thing he needed was a bigger head. In a situation like this, best course of action was to deny, deny, deny.
She copied his folded arms motion—though his was an intimidating gesture. Hers was more of a hope-he-doesn’t-see-my-heart-pounding gesture.
Natalie raised her chin in defiance. “No for both questions. I woke to you shoving your tongue down my throat.”
Oh shit, wrong answer. Redness crept over his face and his lips rippled like a snarling dog’s.
She had the smarts to shrink back.
The next second, he was alongside the bed. His fingers bit into the flesh of Natalie’s arms as he hauled her off the mattress. She hit the unyielding wall of his chest with a teeth-jarring thump.
Barely controlled murderous rage simmered in his eyes. “I guarantee you if I ripped off your pants, I’d find you wet and ready for me.”
Although crude, his words sent more moisture to her sex. Lust destroyed her pride and unease. If he dared take off her jeans—if he touched her core—she’d cum for sure, then all her protests and lies would be proven false.
He pulled her closer. “Listen to me carefully, little lady. We will have sex. And I promise you this, when we do, you’ll beg me for it. There’ll be no rape involved, got it?”
Soren dropped her back on the bed then stormed out of the room, slamming the door.
Natalie sat in the dark room, gaping at the closed door.
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Prophecy's Language, book #4
Determined to break through Sin’s defenses, Eleanor stroked her fingers over the soft skin above the collar of his shirt. “You heard me.”
He stumbled backward, not stopping until he was across the room. As he gripped the counter, his knuckles glowed white. “Are crazy?”
“No. I want this, Sin. I want you.” She took a step then stopped when he looked ready to bolt.
“Forget it, Princess. Ain’t happening.”
“But nothing.” He stormed over to the entrance. “I’m taking you to Breeana’s, now.”
She chased him into the living room. “I know you want me, so why are being so damn stubborn?”
He whirled around. The blatant confusion and fear in his eyes almost stopped her from pressing the issue—almost, but not quite.
His mouth pulled into a snarl, revealing more of his fangs. “Why are you being so damn stubborn?”
The sight of his canines boiled her blood and strengthened her desire. With her hands clasped tightly together, she raised her head. “Because I want you—I want this. Look, we’re two consenting adults here. And I was married for ten years, so I’m no virgin. But I’ve also been divorced for a quite some time, and I...” Her courage faltered, but she kept going. “I haven’t been with a man since.”
“I told you. I’m not a man, Princess.”
“I know that, but I—”
“Lady, you have no clue what you want—you’ve no clue who I am. If ya did, you sure as shit wouldn’t want anything from me, especially sex.”
Eleanor was about to say he underestimated himself, but remembered how angry he’d gotten when she’d said something similar earlier that morning. “I’m not a child. I know what I want, and that’s you.”
Sin narrowed his eyes, his body rigid. “You do understand you’d only be just another fuck to me—another notch on my very lengthy belt of conquests. There’ll be no feelings involved. I have none to give, and I ain’t interested in any from you.”
His words took the wind out of her desire. Damn. In the face of his direct declaration, could she go through with it?
Yes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so don’t stop now. You know he’ll never shower you with love—and you don’t want his love, just mind-blowing sex.
“I understand perfectly,” she whispered. “And I’m not looking for love.”
Sin didn’t move or speak, but his eyes said it all. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Eleanor’s muscles vibrated, and her breasts swelled with anticipation. Did he need her to come to him? Make the first move?
So be it. Walking on trembling legs, she slowly closed the gap between them. Each step brought her closer to what she craved.
“Princess,” he said with a groan. His dark gaze latched onto her breasts then snapped to her face. “Are you sure about this?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” And she hadn’t. She needed Sin. Why, she couldn’t explain—and didn’t care to right now. All she knew was she had to feel him next to her, inside her—holding her.
Just before she reached him, he raised a hand, signaling her to stop. Panic flared in his eyes. His jaw snapped tight, and he moved farther from her.
“Sin?” He was ready to run; she saw it clearly in his body language.
“I’m leavin’.” He grabbed his jean jacket off the floor next to the leather chair.
“Why?” The disappointment in her tone was obvious as the panic stamped on his face.
“Because I’m saving you from making the biggest mistake of your life.” Sin shot her a look full of regret then disappeared.