I forgot to post on here for the latest releases, so let me give you a taste of what’s out and new!!
Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novel, 48,949 words, 127 pages PDF
Release Date: April 25, 2012
Heat Level: Erotic
Shar Brenna is a hard-working woman, a respected member of her witch Kin clan. At least until she’s held under suspicion of arson by the local police for the demise of Mystic, a Kin hotspot for the witch clans in Granier Falls.
As clues bring dangers bearing down on her and more of her friends begin to look as though they are in jeopardy too, she must find out who was behind the fire and then face the hunters who are determined to capture a witch.
Fleeing has never been her style when fighting back is so much more satisfying.
A spicy read filled with heat and passion.
~Lauren Murphy, author
His hands grasped her hips, his thumb knowingly fitting right over that damn tattoo. Just the thought of it being there made his heart race. He wanted to taste it so badly, craved to drag his tongue over the indent of her hip until she was mindless for him. She squeaked when he lifted her easily and sat her on the counter.
“Damn it Shar,” he growled just before he claimed her lips. He pushed her knees apart and sank between them, holding her prisoner beneath his hands, his fingers anchoring her solidly before him. She gasped in shock, stiff and unyielding beneath him, those crystalline eyes wide with surprise staring at him. “Kiss me, Shar. Just this one.” Her breath panted against his mouth, turning his lust on its ear.
He had to have one before he realized his mistake and let her go. Forever.
She whispered a moan and he shuddered. Between one breath and the next she went pliant, leaning into him and he plunged between her succulent lips. The kiss was an assault, an all or nothing claiming. He couldn’t do this again. He knew that, but he had this moment and he wanted all of it. All of her.
She heated beneath him like gas thrown on a bonfire, the blaze of her own desire sinking into his flesh. It was seconds away from causing him a complete malfunction. Instead of pulling back, he wrapped his tongue around hers and caressed her until she made a hungry whimper deep down in her body. The pressure beneath his zipper became immediately painful at the low sound. Liquid desire licked at his nerves and he pressed harder, yanking her closer until her pelvis fit right against his cock, her legs wrapping around his body, mindlessly desperate for some kind of relief. His eyes crossed behind closed lids at the feeling of her.
Her ankles hooked behind his thighs tugging him even tighter, pressing him urgently into the heat between her legs. The searing touch of her fingers surprised him with their heat as they traveled upward, framing his chest then his shoulders. He pushed into her palms when she dug her fingertips into his hair, grasping him as tightly as he held her.
He sucked on her lower lip, delving between the lush pair with a relentless rhythm wanting to recreate the same tempo over and over, in many more ways, in more delicious places. She was sweet and seductive to his senses, her tongue dancing against his. She pulled him into her own mouth and suckled on him like a lollipop, her tongue dancing over his with wicked intent. He felt reasoning explode at the exquisite torture, imagining her mouth wrapped around his throbbing flesh and repeating until he couldn’t think of anything but the heaven she was giving him.
He leaned back with a harsh groan, gulping air, barely achieving a scant inch between their bodies where she held him anchored to her. Pebbled nipples strained against the stretch cotton of her halter, pushing toward him, begging for attention. He felt compelled to comply. He dipped down and swept his tongue over one. She cried out at the contact and he acted on instinct. He wanted to hear her cry out again. He wanted her to cream. Hard. For him.
He latched onto the hard nub with his lips and pulled her into his hot mouth. She shrieked on a half gasped, half moaned breath. She quivered beneath his controlling touch, ecstasy flaring off of her in arcs. Harsh pants fluttered over his head as he licked and sucked at her pert breast through the fabric, teasing the point back and forth over his teeth and whipping it with his tongue.
He groaned, envisioning doing the same thing to her clit, licking up and down her body, thrusting to taste her. His erection strained, wanting to feel her velvet softness swallow him whole as he plunged deep into her heat.
“Shar,” he moaned, barely able to think beyond her body and his. He sucked her breast again, harder, deeper, pleasure and pain blurring as her throaty moans and cries sharpened. His thumb drifted down. Fire hit his bloodstream like a lava flow when he found the crease of her shorts hot and damp with her desire. He was getting in over his head, and he didn’t want saved. He’d never felt so consumed by a woman as he was right then with Shar beneath his fingers.