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Ultimate power, or endless love?
Born the son of a
Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin's spell,
Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has
turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he
loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never
forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his.
Arianne Farrell
is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient
stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the
spell is through love--a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save
another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her
freedom or her heart.
WARNING: Two
stubborn sexy wizards using magic with no bounds, scorching love scenes, and
happy ever after. Ever play with fire?
A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance
Excerpt #1 – (Steamy)
Dark, rich chocolate colored
bedding echoed the tile framing the fireplace. Dainty furniture, curved legs
and soft cushions, yet the poster bed was large and sturdy. She’d seen it before
while she visited his dreams. Definitely Devin’s room. And remembering didn’t
help the ache snaking through her body.
Walking into the en suite, the
first thing to catch her eyes was the floor-to-ceiling mirror covering one
wall. Arianne studied her reflection. Her long, dark curls were mussed and
tangled around a pale face. Her lips were pink and just a bit swollen from
Devin’s kiss. The only thing she wore was a long white shirt. Sniffing the
collar, she smelled the crisp, clean fragrance clinging to the material. His
shirt, not conjured. Devin didn’t wear cologne, but the scent of his soap
always stayed with her. He must have changed her clothes. What else had she
missed?
Because I love you. Men were ever a
puzzle. Still, hadn’t she known? The dreams they shared had changed over time,
slow and sweet instead of hot and fierce. A softness came over his face each
night she visited his sleep, the same one she had seen this morning. Just that
look was enough to have her quaking inside.
She found a bottle of bubble bath
on the side of the tub. Thanks to Devin's dreams and Allie's influence, she had
knowledge of modern conveniences such as indoor plumbing. Turning the faucet on
hot, Arianne poured two capfuls under the stream and let the water run until
the big round tub filled. Reluctantly, she unfastened the shirt buttons and let
the material fall away to the floor. Slipping into the frothy bubbles, she
sighed and let the reality of her situation sink in.
I am finally out of that wretched
circle. True enough, but she was still in a prison of sorts.
One with running water, walls, food that didn’t taste like air, and a sexy male
witch bent on driving her to frustration. Not so bad, all things considered.
Being trapped in the stone dance
didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed changes in the world around her for a thousand
years. She tipped her feet out of the water, waved toward them, and turned her
toenails a bright fiery red. Allie brought her little things from the modern
world. Mostly books filled with sweet love stories; more than a few of them
brought a blush to her cheeks. What would Ryan think of his daughter’s taste in
novels? Better not to head down that road. Allie had dreams of being a writer
like her aunt and uncle. If what she liked to read was any indication, she’d
write hot. Very hot. Speaking of hot, a soft tapping sounded at the door. Her
maddening laird had returned.
“Okay in there?” His voice sounded
hesitant. “Breakfast is ready.”
Time to ruffle the phoenix’s
feathers a bit. “There is no need to be shy, Devin. You can come in.”
Brynna Curry
Author Bio: Paranormal romance and romantic suspense author Brynna Curry is a
lifelong believer in the importance of reading. She enjoys the writing process,
helping others hone their craft by lending her time to review books, critique
manuscripts and serving as a contest judge. She loves hearing from her
readers.
When she isn’t writing, she’s often
found haunting the library for new books to read, at the park with her
children, or just spending an quiet evening at home with her husband Jackie
watching old westerns on TV. She makes her home in North Alabama where the
history is rich with music and culture, forests and lakes are abundant and
beautiful, and every day is another adventure.
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Kayla Cagle took the pic. She is Brynna’s 13 year old daughter.
All’s fair in love and war.
As leader of a fox skulk, Cody is
used to feeling protective. But when his best friend, Misty, gets attacked, his
panic has nothing to do with duty. Suddenly, he’s noticing Misty as a woman
instead of the girl he grew up with. But pursuing those feelings would risk
their friendship, something he's unwilling to do.
Misty's tried everything, without
success, to convince Cody she's not "one of the guys". Yet now that he's
looking at her like she always dreamed, he pulls away every time she gets
close.
Danger lurks in the background,
waiting to pounce. Someone plots against the foxes, leaving them all in
jeopardy…especially Misty. Will Cody overcome his fears in time to save the
woman he loves?
A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance
When her lips parted in surprise, his tongue swept inside,
taking control. This wasn’t a gentle kiss, but one borne of frustration. He
didn’t ask for control, but seized it.
His flavor filled her senses. Everything fell away as she
lost herself in his kiss. The entire world disappeared until it all that
existed was the two of them.
Wiggling to free her arms, Misty reached up and circled his
neck, rubbing the hot skin at the back before threading her fingers in his
hair. The new position allowed his hands to slide down to her hips, pulling her
forward until her front was plastered against his. Every inch of her pressed
against him. He hardened as he pushed against her.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair.
The reality of the situation hit her, causing a shiver of pure pleasure to
snake down her spine. Cody stood in her front entranceway, kissing her with
such passion. This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a dream. But her dreams
had never compared to this.
He broke the kiss to gently bite her lower lip.
Her breath hitched as he trailed his lips down her throat,
stopping to nibble at her collarbone. Without thought, her body jerked forward
into him, thrusting her breasts up in invitation. An invitation he seemed to
understand as he reached his hands around her back, keeping her arched forward.
His lips continued their descent, placing gentle pecks at the edge of her
shirt. Blood pounded in her ears, drowning out everything but the sensations
thrumming through her, his lips on her breast, his hands firm against her back,
encasing her. Supporting her.
“The bedroom,” she managed to gasp as he slipped his hands
under her shirt. Everywhere he touched fired nerve endings, leaving a trail of
sensation in their wake. His hands stopped and he lifted his lips away from the
top of her breasts, making her groan in frustration. When he straightened, she
opened her eyes to stare warily into his as he studied her.
She tried to put every bit of
certainty into her eyes, willing him to continue what he’d started. She knew
she’d won when the roguish smile curled his lips before he leaned down and
ravished her mouth once again.
One of
my favorite things is picking up a new book and sinking into the story,
immersing myself in the emotions between the characters. I hope someday to
inspire readers the same way my favorite authors have inspired me.
When
not writing, I can usually be found curled up on the couch with a good book,
taking my dogs for walks, or spending time with my family.
It
always makes my day to hear from my readers.
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When life hands you wolves, howl.
The alpha wolf in Zalin's pack is slowing going insane, which is tough enough
to contend with, but the guy is gunning for the woman Zalin loves--the
rancher's daughter who saved his hide. He's torn between taking off to avoid a
confrontation with the Alpha, and sticking around to protect Lucia. Opening his
heart to her is not an option-- he's had enough rejection to last a
lifetime.
Lucia is fascinated by the
"wolf" she saved--at the time unaware he was more than a canine.
Zalin seems out to save her from his Alpha, but she wants more than protection
from him. When spilled family secrets make her doubt everything she knows, she
turns to Zalin for stability, only to learn he's planning to leave.
Will Zalin desert the one he loves
when she needs him most, or will he howl a challenge on her behalf?
Lucia went around the bend in the road, driving
automatically while pondering the encounter in town. Luckily she could drive this road
blindfolded. She turned off to head down the long lane to the ranch and had no
idea how she’d got here. Something was on the road up ahead, some animal, so
she slowed down to give it a chance to get out of the way. It looked like a dog
and she wondered why it was standing there.
As she got closer, she realized it wasn’t a dog, but a wolf.
The same brown wolf her father had shot two weeks ago, the
very animal she’d never thought she’d see again--yet there it was, in the
middle of the road.
He didn’t budge.
Lucia stopped the car a short distance away, watching her
wolf. While she was happy to see he seemed to have recovered, she wasn’t sure
what he was doing here. If her father came up this way, he’d definitely shoot
him this time. Even she thought he was too close to their cattle, and she
didn’t relish the idea of wolves hunting their cows. Especially if this wolf chose to wreak havoc, showing
her father the error of his decision to let him live.
“Go away.” Lucia edged the car forward, hoping the animal
would take off.
No such luck. Instead of running away, her wolf sat and
cocked his head to the side, watching her. For long moments he stared at her,
then lowered himself to lie on the icy surface, his head resting on his paws.
Paws crossed at the wrist.
“Oh, sure. Be cute. I don’t think so.” Still, she had to
grin, seeing him eye her up. It would be safer to stay in the car, but
then...he hadn’t hurt her last time. Maybe he was friendly? Had someone taken a
wolf pup and tamed it, only to have him run away later? It was possible, though
highly unlikely. She’d have heard about a tame wolf around these parts.
The wolf didn’t move an inch. She couldn’t get past him
without running him over, and if he didn’t move, she had no way to get home.
“Come on wolf, I’m really not in the mood for games right now.”
Lucia turned off the engine to conserve fuel, since the
beast apparently had no intention of leaving. Fine. For long minutes they just
stared at each other. She’d sit here until he moved, even if it was getting
rather cold in the car with the heating off. Lucia rubbed her hands and
breathed on them, seeing the wolf lift his head. He got up, but she’d never
seen an animal look so...heartbroken. He was all sad puppy eyes, his tail low
and his head slightly bent. When that didn’t work on her either, he slunk off
the road to stand in the snow, still watching her.
“Thank you.” Lucia started the car again, the icy blast from
the heater making her shudder. At least it wasn’t far now, she doubted the
engine would warm up enough to provide heat before she got to the ranch.
She kept her eye on the wolf and, to her surprise, he
trotted alongside the car for a while. Half a mile from the ranch he stopped
and watched her drive away, then turned and disappeared between the trees in
the distance.
Strange. She knew wolves were highly intelligent, but this
one displayed more than just canine smarts. He’d acted as if he knew exactly
who she was, and he’d definitely tried to lure her out of the car.
Lucia pulled into the yard and unloaded the groceries she’d
picked up in town. Her arms full, she headed into the house, still pondering
the encounter with the wolf--and the man in town, who’d most definitely
attracted her attention.
Silke grew up in Germany and is
used to things going bump in the night -- and it wasn't always the acrophobic
cat, or someone hitting their head on a low beam on the ceiling.
She writes paranormal romance,
usually at night, and blames Anne Stuart to this day for all her ambitions and
strange stories, after reading one of her books.
These days the only thing going
bump at "oh-dark-thirty" is her -- usually when she smacks into the
sofa while creeping to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
When she is not writing, you can
usually find her somewhere in the Surrey countryside on the back of her Paso
Fino gelding Oscuro.
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