Blurb
She’s
everything he’s desired… He’s the one man she shouldn’t
crave.
Knowing
the danger the Wanderers pose, Erica Vega intends to hunt down the
mysterious group steeped in dark magic, curses, and mind control. As
a Deputy U.S. Marshal, she has the law behind her, along with her
telekinetic powers. Let the chase and battle begin.
Not
so fast. Her superior forbids her to go after any Wanderer, instead
ordering her to work cold cases with her new partner Lucian Navari.
Tall,
dark, and hotter than sin, Lucian doesn’t play by the book. He has
his own agenda and agrees to help Erica hunt Wanderers on the sly
where he and she can be up close and personal.
Erica’s
not one to mix duty with pleasure, but he’s impossible to resist in
too damn many ways. As they investigate an elusive Wanderer, nothing
is as it appears—she can’t trust what she sees or believes. Lies
masquerade as truth, and deception rules while she and Lucian grow
closer in a carnal dance that will change their lives.
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Excerpt
He
shoved his hair back. “You still don’t trust me.”
She
did, more than any man in her life, except for Mike. However, when
people got rattled or drank, they sometimes blurted stuff they
shouldn’t. Not their fault, but it didn’t make things better. “If
by chance you ever say anything about my power, I’ll deny it. I’ll
make you sound like a loon. That’s a promise.”
“You
think I’m that much of a prick?”
She’d
never met a finer man. With him, she felt comfortable and safe. He’d
protected her after the tree incident and tried to stop her from
behaving like a maniac. Today, they’d become friends without even
trying. She should have been scared at the notion and for breaking
one of her work rules. Instead, relief washed over her. She wasn’t
alone in this. “You’re the man. How many times do I have to keep
telling you?”
He
chuckled. “God, you’re something.” He searched her face. “Are
you all right?”
Her
insides still trembled. She suspected from doubt and unease about
Pope, and at having Lucian here, close and alone with her. “I won’t
lie, I’ve been calmer. Maybe a beer will help. Can I get you one?”
“Yeah.
Thanks.”
She
delivered the brew, along with damp dish towels to clean their faces
and hands. Once they were finished, she dropped the things onto the
cocktail table and gestured him to her cloth sofa, large enough to
seat four or serve as a makeshift bed for an overnight guest. They
sat on adjoining cushions. She didn’t mind having him near. His
proximity, scent, and heat unsettled her in a good way. She gulped
her beer, hoping it would help her forget the bad stuff.
Lucian
sipped his drink and regarded her.
Her
throat and face stung with heat. “You’re staring again.”
“Do
you mind?”
“Maybe.”
“Then
stop making it so easy.”
She
lowered her face and smiled. “There’s dust on your shirt and
pants.”
He
looked and shrugged. “I don’t care, if you don’t.”
His
deep voice soothed. His big body promised excitement, comfort, refuge
from a crappy world. Stuff she shouldn’t want, at least from him.
Work relationships always got complicated no matter how she
controlled her feelings. Throwing attraction into the mix made things
worse. She gulped more beer.
“You’re
sure you’re all right?”
Bubbles
tickled her nose. She rubbed it and wanted to lie, tell him to go
home, she was okay and didn’t need him here. The words wouldn’t
come. She looked at him.
He
lifted his shoulders. “What?”
Never
had she wanted a man as she did him. “Screw this.” She put her
bottle on the cocktail table and crawled onto his lap, straddling his
legs. “Don’t talk, please.” She cupped his face. “Unless you
don’t want me.”
His
eyes rounded. “Are you joking? Hell yeah, I do.”
“Shhh.”
She didn’t want words. She needed intimacy and fitted her mouth to
his.
He
smiled. So did she, their lips lifting together, seeking each other.
The
room spun. A ride like no other. His stubble rasped her cheeks and
chin. His lips couldn’t have been softer or warmer. Better than
what she’d experienced in her dream.
He
pulled her close and speared his tongue into her mouth.
She
lost her breath. This was past epic and straight into legendary. Even
her fantasies weren’t this good.
They
kissed with abandon and stark need, each pressing nearer, trying to
eliminate any separation between them. His strength thrilled, showing
her his power, yet it also felt like a caress.
He
growled and tore his mouth free.
“No.”
She cupped his head to pull him back to her. “I’m not through.”
“Neither
am I.” Holding on to her, he leaned forward, put his bottle on the
table then twisted around and pushed her to the sofa. The cushion
whooshed from her weight. “Not a word, understand?”
Several
locks had fallen over his forehead. His eyes were bright with lust.
Face flushed. Fucking gorgeous. “Yes, sir.”
He
laughed and captured her mouth with desire, using it with skill. His
kiss was savage and unrestrained, tongue burrowed deep, giving her no
chance for words. Wild sounds poured from them, more animal than
human. It fueled her lust.
She
clawed at his shirt and pants, wanting them off.
He
pushed up her blouse and tugged down her bra then claimed her
breasts. His hands were heavy, hot, and in command. The best thing
she’d ever felt.
Reason
and good sense fled, replaced by carnal instinct feral in its
intensity, nothing timid or gentle about the act.
They
rocked and rolled, dry humping, deep kissing. The sofa jerked on the
hardwood floor.
He
broke free again.
Fuck.
He had to stop doing that. She grabbed his hair. “Come back here.”
He
hauled her up then pushed to his feet.
She
wrapped her legs around his lean hips, her arms about his shoulders.
“Where’s
your bedroom?” He looked right, left.
“Behind
you.”
He
pivoted, carried her across the room, and halted. “Shit. Where’s
Rápido?”
“By
the chair. Give me a sec.” Using her power, she transported him to
his tank. There he could take a soak or bask beneath his warming
lamp. Turtle heaven. “What are you waiting for?” She squeezed
Lucian’s shoulders. “Get going. I’m about to die.”
“And
I’m not?” Huffing, he raced into her bedroom and brought her down
to the mattress with him. Springs popped. The frame creaked.
Their
mouths were welded together, their kiss long and lingering, deep and
wet. The best kind.
He
jerked free. “Wait.”
“No.”
She kept kissing him.
He
pulled away. “We have weapons.” He left the bed and put his Glock
on the bureau.
She
was right behind him and placed hers next to his.
Grinning,
they tore at each other’s clothes. Shoes, pants, tops, and
underwear flew.
This
time, she pulled him onto the mattress.
Naked,
he crawled over her, his rigid cock brushing her thigh. He clasped
her wrists. “Don’t even think about moving.”
She
liked his alpha side. “Want me to play dead, huh?”
“No
way in hell will you ever do that with me.” He slid down her,
gripped her knees, and pushed them to her shoulders, exposing her
cunt.
Her
breath spilled out.
He
buried his face in her pussy, his tongue on her clit, flicking it.
Indescribable
pleasure shot through her, tingling her inner thighs and mound.
Colors dimmed. Sounds faded. The world slipped away, leaving nothing
except his hands and mouth on her.
Erica
yielded, craving this and him.
And
don’t miss The Yearning
Book
One of The Wanderers
To
break this curse, they’ll have to turn the heat up. Way up.
Jasmine
Dante prowls Key West’s nightlife, fighting a losing battle against
a jealous rival’s curse that forces her to seek carnal pleasure, no
matter the danger. Weakened from lack of sleep and driven by
insatiable lust, she spots a man who stirs her desperate craving, and
begins yet another dance of seduction.
Except
the dark stranger who returns her direct stare is no ordinary lover.
Inside his powerful body lies a raw sexuality that just might be
enough to break her curse. There’s only one way to find
out—imprison him in her bed and feed on his passion.
Former
Deputy U.S. Marshal Mike Stearn is many things, but he’s no woman’s
sex slave. The deadly telekinetic power he ruthlessly suppresses
comes alive again at Jasmine’s touch. Beneath her bold, potent
sensuality, he senses vulnerability and desperation. He may be in
handcuffs, but she’s the one who’s enslaved.
As
Mike resurrects his power to free himself so he can find the curse’s
source and defeat it, Jasmine revels in his masterful rule. Her
ravenous yearning evolves into rapture as she surrenders to his
hunger, her darkest needs—and the emotional connection that lies
beyond. Unless the curse takes her life first…
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About
the Author
Tina
Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who
writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ –
for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s
Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have
praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a
finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award,
The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion
competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s
featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before
penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company
in Story Direction.
On
a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic,
brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg
Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas.
She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an
old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is
horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.
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