Sizzling Sunday: The Eyes of Bast – #NewRelease #PNR #SoulMates

Tomorrow is release day for my sexy new paranormal erotic romance, The Eyes of Bast. This is a shifter tale, but with a difference. Set in New York City, it has magic, mystery and a bit of horror... and lots of erotic heat!

Here’s an example...

Excerpt

Before I could stop him, he was standing in front of me, looming over me. I had no sense of threat, however. I caught the heady scent of male sweat, woven with the sharpness of crushed vegetation. I felt the warmth radiating from his body. I sensed his power, sheathed, hidden, bubbling beneath the surface.

“You’re blocking the door, Shaina. You’ll have to move if you want me to go.”

Wordless, lost in the storm of emotion swirling through me, I stepped aside. He flipped open the deadbolt.

“Goodbye, beautiful one.”

“No…”

I didn’t intend to speak. The one-word plea emerged without any conscious decision. I reached for him, grasping his arm to hold him back. Some part of me knew that I shouldn’t, couldn’t allow him to leave.

Electricity shot through my arm, sizzled down my spine and ignited in my sex. I gasped.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” With one finger, he tipped my face toward his. His eyes were emeralds set in ebony. They were inexplicably familiar. I knew this stranger—recognized him at some fundamental level below rational thought.

Heat hummed through me, rippling out from that tiny spot on my chin where our skin met. I was acutely aware of my bare flesh under the thin cotton of my kimono, my nipples gathered into tight, throbbing knots, my thighs damp with fluid leaking from my cleft.

I held his gaze, allowing him to see the raw need he inspired. I was totally naked, open, silently inviting him to take me.

He bent to me. His breath warmed my cheek as I held my own in anticipation. Then his lips met mine and reality exploded into a riot of lush sensation. Colors flared around us, scarlet, vermillion, grass-green, velvety jet. A thousand scents teased my nostrils—the sweetness of fallen blossoms and ripe earth, summer-baked hay and rust-tinged water running over smooth stone. Sparks danced across my skin and burrowed beneath, racing through my blood to swell and soak me.

Just the chaste press of his closed lips had this effect. When he opened to slide his tongue into my mouth, a fever swept over me. I grabbed him, wrapping my arms around his back, plastering my body against his, mashing my hungry breasts against his solid chest. I wanted total contact. The parts of me that weren’t touching him felt lost, abandoned. A rigid bulk prodded my belly. I squirmed against him, thrilled by the promise of that hardness.

His tongue flicked across mine, rougher than I’d expected. He devoured me as though he was starved, gnawing on my lips then plunging deep inside. I felt every move in my pussy, as if that agile tongue rasped over my pulsing clit instead of my palate. My nipples were so tight they hurt. I ground my pubis against him, already trembling on the edge of orgasm.

I wanted—oh, how I wanted him! His mouth on my breasts, his tongue circling my clit, his cock driving into my liquefying depths! At the same time, I didn’t want the kiss to end. He tasted of the Chardonnay, sweet and spicy. He made me drunk. The world whirled around me as he sucked my tongue into his mouth then bit down until a hint of copper mingled with the wine.

“Oh…” I moaned into his mouth, only half in protest. He pushed the robe out of the way and let his hands wander over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I was ready to burn.

He knew. He understood. He slid a finger into my trembling pussy, straight to the swollen button of flesh at the apex. One touch was all it took. I dissolved into liquid pleasure, borne away on a flood of near-unbearable sensation. Rational thought simply evaporated. There was nothing but my pleasure-ravaged body twitching in his embrace.

How long did I come? It might have been hours—days. The intensity would have scared me, but through it all, I sensed Tom was there, holding me tight as violent spasms of ecstasy shuddered through me. Somehow, I felt safe.

When the convulsions finally trailed off, I found we had collapsed onto the carpet. Sweaty and spent, I lay on my side, curled into a ball. Tom’s body cradled mine, my back against his chest, his unrelieved erection nestled lengthwise in the cleft between my buttocks. That delicious hardness quickened the embers of my arousal. I thought about rolling over and taking him in my hand or my mouth, to repay him with equal pleasure, but a strange weakness had infiltrated my limbs. It felt so wonderful simply to lie there, so close, enveloped in his warmth and his scent.

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