[I've got another luscious erotic romance for you today, this one from Tina Donahue! ~ Lisabet]
Deception
knows no limits. Passion knows no bounds.
When
she is kidnapped, Senorita Isabella knows the men have been sent by
her uncle in a murderous attempt to control her family’s fortune.
But when she is rescued by a dashing and mysterious warrior, Isabella
can’t imagine why a stranger would risk his life for her—until
she discovers her rescuer believes she’s someone else….
Fernando
de Zayas loves nothing more than the cry of battle. Defying death is
his way of life. But when he discovers his betrothed has been
kidnapped, he rushes to her aid—never suspecting that spirited
beauty would soothe his warrior heart…
With
her uncle’s minions close on their heels, Isabella finds herself
drawing closer to Fernando. But as the desire between them builds,
her secret could keep them apart forever…
Excerpt
She
weakened at his potent masculinity before her unease returned. Even
if his manner was noble, was he also honorable? His eyes caressed and
aroused, but did they belong to a man who was truly kind? Did his
sensuous lips ever offer the truth? She was afraid to linger and find
out. She twisted her arm, trying to free her wrist.
He
tightened his grip and glanced at the orange. “I told you to eat.”
“Why?
Is the fruit drugged?”
He
blinked, obviously surprised, unless he was acting with the same
skill he’d used when posing as a fakir.
“You
taste it first.” She shoved the fruit at him. “Better yet, eat it
all. I want none.”
“Who
would if it was drugged? Tell me, why would I drug your food?”
To
render her helpless. During her abduction, Isabella’s captors had
forced her to drink a foul-tasting liquid to put her to sleep. By the
time she awoke, she was in Granada, stripped, women preparing her for
sale. Perhaps this man meant to violate her before bringing her back
to Don Rodrigo. “You tell me.”
“How
could I drug an orange you have yet to peel?”
“Perhaps
you put the potion on the peel.”
“Are
you always this disagreeable?”
“Don
Fernando would know.”
He
stared and shook his head. “Very well, you are disagreeable and
probably always have been. Eat the orange on your own, unless you
want me to feed it to you.”
“If
you force me to eat it, your plan must be to drug me, as I want none
of what you offer.”
His
gaze dropped to her traitorous belly as it growled for any food, even
his. “What a liar you are.” He took the fruit. “If I release
you, will you promise not to flee?”
“Will
you promise not to pursue me if I do?”
His
smile was slow and filled with raw male lust. “I would run you down
to the earth in a moment and take my pleasure with you.”
She
went dizzy at the images his words created, ones she’d overheard
married women discussing. His powerful body pressed against hers. His
long fingers stroking her bared flesh. His stiffened shaft plundering
and arousing. She flushed with excitement and fear, while prudence
warned her to respond with casual indifference. “I give you my oath
not to flee.”
He
tapped his foot and, at last, released her wrist. Once he’d peeled
the orange and separated the slices, he ate the first piece, no doubt
to prove he hadn’t drugged the fruit, then slipped the next between
her lips.
“Eat.”
He drew his forefinger over her bottom lip where juice had spilled.
Her
mouth tingled beneath his skilled move. She stopped chewing as he
brought his finger to his lips and licked the tip slowly. Quite
seductively.
“You
must eat.” He ran his other forefinger beneath her chin.
Her
throat quivered, his touch sending waves of delight clear to her
scalp. She forgot to chew, swallowed fast, and inhaled deeply as he
slipped the next slice between her lips. After she’d finished the
piece, he licked the corners of her mouth, catching stray juice. Her
lids slid down. His tongue was wonderfully hot, his breath so sweet
she had to bite back a moan. She parted her lips inviting him to slip
the next slice inside her mouth. Once she’d eaten it, he offered
the next slice, and the next, pausing only to stroke her cheek and
throat.
His
exquisite touch and playful attitude made her want far more. How she
hoped he wasn’t her uncle’s agent. How she wished he wasn’t
Sancha’s betrothed. As one or the other was the only possibility,
the moment the last piece was in her mouth and he recaptured her
wrist, she refused to move forward.
“What
now?” he asked.
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Tina
is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic,
paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington,
Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope,
Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,
Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her
work. Three of
her erotic
novels
(Freeing
the
Beast,
Come
and
Get
Your
Love,
and
Wicked
Takeover)
were
Readers'
Choice
Award
winners.
Another
three
(Adored,
Lush
Velvet
Nights,
and
Deep,
Dark,
Delicious)
were named
finalists
in the
EPIC
competition.
Sensual
Stranger,
her erotic
contemporary
romance,
was chosen
Book of
the Year
at the
French
review site
Blue Moon
reviews.
The Golden
Nib Award
at Miz
Love Loves
Books was
created
specifically
for her
erotic
romance
Lush
Velvet
Nights.
Two of
her titles
(The
Yearning
and
Deep,
Dark,
Delicious)
received an
Award of
Merit in
the RWA
Holt
Medallion
competition. Take Me Away and
Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different
years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s
Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood
production company in Story Direction.
2 comments:
Welcome, Tina! This sounds like an amazing book. I had a really hard time choosing among your excerpts.
Thanks for hosting me today, Lisabet! I had a lot of fun writing Loving Lives. Glad you enjoyed the excerpts. :)
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