Blurb
Book two in the
Medusa’s Consortium series.
In New York City,
away from those she loves, living with the enigmatic vampire, Desiree
Fielding, Susan Innes struggles to come to terms with life as a
vampire whose body serves as the prison for a deadly demon.
When Reese Chambers
arrives unexpectedly from England, desperate for her help, she
discovers that Alonso Darlington, his lover and her maker, has been
taken captive and Reese has been warned to tell no one but her.
Before the two can make a plan, Susan receives her own message from a
man calling himself just Cyrus. He not only holds her maker prisoner,
but also her lover, the angel Michael. If she wishes to see either of
them alive, she’ll come to him and not tell Magda Gardener, the
woman they all work for and fear.
With no help coming
from Magda or her Consortium, Susan and Reese must turn to the
Guardian – the terrifying demon now imprisoned in her body. He
alone can help them, but how can she possibly trust him after all
he’s done?
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Excerpt
It was a dark place
where she found him, with walls so high only a small patch of
starlight was visible above, but she was a vampire now. She didn’t
need the light, and he, well he had never needed the light, had he?
He stood naked with his back to her. He was broad of shoulder. There
were white scars like latticework across muscles stretched taut over
his shoulder blades. At first she thought they were from a whip, but
as she drew nearer, she saw that they were more geometric in form, as
though perhaps they were some sort of ancient ceremonial writing. She
traced the shapes of them with the tips of her fingers, and his
muscles rippled with the sensation. With a start she realized she’d
never seen his body before.
“That is because
I have none,” came his reply. “Only in dreams can I wear
the flesh of my choosing.”
“You’ve worn
flesh often enough. I would have thought it was always of your
choosing,” she said, making no effort to hide her bitterness.
“It was not my
own, though. That pleasure, I have never known.”
“Only in dreams,
you say. Then this is a dream.”
“You know that it
is.” He didn’t turn to face her but leaned toward her, and
she slipped her arms around him and rested her head on the flat of
his back. His belly tensed at the touch of her hands, and he caught
his breath in a soft moan. “Touch is what I longed for most,”
he said. “I thought the lack of it would drive me insane while
I languished in my previous prison. But here, with you, I’m closer
to touch than I would have thought possible. I do not mind it, you
know. It is no hardship to be nestled inside you, close to your
heart.”
She released him
and took in their surroundings once more. “This is the place I’ve
created for you?”
He pulled her arms
back around him and sighed with contentment as she laid her head
against him once more. “This is how I have decorated. The place you
created for me was only the shape of myself, both boundless and
infinitesimal. Oh, it did not matter. I could see through your eyes,
feel through your flesh, even though it no longer lived as it once
did, even though you never spoke to me. I hoped that someday you
would.”
“And when I
refuse, you come uninvited into my dreams?”
“All dreams are
uninvited, Susan, and perhaps this time it is you who have come
uninvited into my dream.”
She thought about
that for a moment. Was it even possible to visit the dreams of a
demon? Did demons even have dreams?
“Susan?”
“Yes?”
“If I had come to
you more gently, if I had courted you and companioned you and been
patient with you in the ways of your world, would you have loved me?”
“You never gave
me that chance.”
About
K D Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted
ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, K D Grace believes Freud was right.
It really IS all about sex—sex and love—and that is an absolute
writer’s playground.
When
she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. Her creativity
is directly proportional to how quickly she wears out a pair of
walking boots. She loves mythology, which inspires many of her
stories. She enjoys time in the gym, where she’s having a mad
affair with a pair of kettle bells. Her first love is writing, but
she loves reading and watching birds. She adores anything that gets
her outdoors.
K
D’s novels and other works are published by Totally Bound,
SourceBooks, Accent Press, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth,
Cleis Press, Black Lace, and others. She also writes romance under
the name Grace Marshall.
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