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September 28, 2017
Heat In the Air
Coming Oct. 5, Heat In The Air.
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September 19, 2017
Taken by the Wind
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Chapter One of Taken by the Wind is now available on my website.
Here's a sneak peek.
“In this case, I’ll take that as a compliment.” Callie grinned. “Anyway, you’re an only child. Your mother expects you to produce at least one heir”
“I know this, Cal,” she muttered. “You’re just so lucky not to have all this pressure on you.”
“Then start seriously looking for someone,” Callie told her. “You don’t have to get hand-fasted right away.” She turned her attention to her phone as it vibrated and danced on the table.
Juliet blew out a frustrated sigh as her gaze fell on a patron sitting two tables away.
Lounging lazily in a chair that faced the door, the light brown-skinned woman’s head was down-bent as she studied something on the round table. The short hair shone coal beneath the artificial lights and the curly strands fell to mid-ear length.
Then she looked up and her hair seemed to ripple around her face as if a light breeze were blowing it.
Their eyes met, held. Juliet’s heart stopped beating and for a moment they were the only two people in the room.
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Chapter One of Taken by the Wind is now available on my website.
Here's a sneak peek.
“In this case, I’ll take that as a compliment.” Callie grinned. “Anyway, you’re an only child. Your mother expects you to produce at least one heir”
“I know this, Cal,” she muttered. “You’re just so lucky not to have all this pressure on you.”
“Then start seriously looking for someone,” Callie told her. “You don’t have to get hand-fasted right away.” She turned her attention to her phone as it vibrated and danced on the table.
Juliet blew out a frustrated sigh as her gaze fell on a patron sitting two tables away.
Lounging lazily in a chair that faced the door, the light brown-skinned woman’s head was down-bent as she studied something on the round table. The short hair shone coal beneath the artificial lights and the curly strands fell to mid-ear length.
Then she looked up and her hair seemed to ripple around her face as if a light breeze were blowing it.
Their eyes met, held. Juliet’s heart stopped beating and for a moment they were the only two people in the room.
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September 4, 2017
Abel's Obsession
My guest blogger today is Lynn Burke. Stop by for a look at her latest. I think it's kind of interesting.
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September 2, 2017
Zhara's Fire
Zhara's Fire is book for in the Midnight Jewel's series. A fifth book is forthcoming but not immediately as I'm working on a new series and I plan to write another book in the Coyote series before I get back to the bat women.
However, here's one more snippet from Zhara's Fire. I'll have a snippet from my upcoming book soon.
Enjoy.
This scene is from Zhara and Ryle's first meeting after Zhara finds out she's going to have to have a bodyguard.
Jeri was over a hundred, whereas Zhara was only twenty-seven. So as a member of the Midnight Cabal, and a blood relative, Jeri could order her to the covenstead—the vast den of the cabal. Jeri could make Zhara stay there for as long as she saw fit.
“I’m just a little upset,” Zhara answered, lifting her head.
“Ryle will be handling your personal security as well as working with Bali to ensure the club itself is secure,” Jeri told her, and Zhara sucked in a surprised breath.
“Why? I mean, Bali’s not available?” Ryle was going to be a distraction. She was tall, dark, and gorgeous—just like Zhara liked her women. And Zhara wanted her with a passion that left her aching. The problem was, Ryle didn’t seem to notice.
“No, she’s got a lot to do with coordinating things and trying to find the bee-bats who are already in the city. Azure and Kerra will be her security backup.”
“Fine.”
“I’m not trying to take control of your life as much as it might seem like it, Zhara,” Jeri told her gently. “I’m just trying to protect you, and I know Ryle will take good care of you. Just watch out for her. She’s a player.”
Zhara shrugged, trying to affect a nonchalant air. She’d seen Ryle in her club a few times, and she knew she never played with the same woman twice. She had commitment issues, and that was the last thing Zhara wanted.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Zhara said as her hand went to the small rubellite stone around her neck.
Jeri’s brows furrowed. “Just remember what she is. You’re food first and foremost to her.”
A knock at the door silenced the words on the tip of her tongue. “Come in.”
Ryle stepped inside and Zhara’s gaze went immediately to her. She sucked in a tiny breath, and her hand went involuntarily to her stomach. Heat crept up her neck, burning her, just like Ryle’s gaze.
Zhara wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She was held transfixed.
Ryle’s energy was dark as midnight and as alluring as summer rain.
And she was way too sexy in her navy blouse tucked into khaki pants. The French cuffs were turned back, revealing the gold band of a watch and a bracelet. Her tousled hair was jaw length, and in the light, the strands gleamed, a mix of black and caramel.
Zhara looked away quickly, cheeks heating. Damn, she hated her fair skin as much as she hated having Jeri in the room with them right now.
“Hi, Ryle,” she mumbled, feeling like a schoolgirl taken by surprise by her crush.
“Hey.” Ryle gave her a nod and her gaze slinked down Zhara, clad in a knee-length chocolate dress, and back up again before striding toward them.
Zhara caught her breath, and her head swam as the heat flashing in Ryle’s eyes burned her.
She needed to run from Ryle.
She was nothing less than a threat to her perfectly boring life, to her peace of mind. Ryle might have just checked her out, but Zhara didn’t think she’d ask her or a date which meant she was doomed to fantasize about her.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Jeri said. “I’m sure you want to set out the ground rules, or whatever it is bodyguards do.”
Ryle threw her an amused look. “Something like that, but there will only be a few hard limits here.”
Jeri lifted a brow. “Watch yourself, Ryle.”
“No need to be so territorial, Jeri,” Ryle commented coolly.
Jeri held her gaze, her eyes going bat-black. Ryle’s remained an unaffected, beautiful golden brown.
“Remember what I said earlier,” Jeri said, before stalking from the room.
“I know this will be more of an annoyance than you’re up for, but I’ll keep the rules simple,” Ryle stated as she closed the space between them.
“Jeri warned you off me?” Zhara asked incredulously.
“A little bit.” Ryle shrugged as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her pants.
“How dare she?” Zhara muttered.
“You’ll have to curtail some of your movements until we ascertain if the bats in the city are the enemy,” Ryle went on as if she hadn’t spoken, and Zhara’s heart sank.
“You make it sound so easy.” She turned and went to lean against the window frame. “But I have a business to run, meetings to take. I can’t just stop living my life.” Her voice rose with the disappointment settling in her stomach like a heavy meal.
“I’m not here to take your life from you, Zhara,” Ryle said gently. “We’ll work with your schedule, but you have to be flexible, or this is really going to hurt.”
Zhara glared at Ryle, partly out of anger at her rejection—and allowing Jeri to warn her off was a rejection in her mind. “It already hurts! But if I don’t cooperate, Jeri will pack my ass off to the covenstead. So just tell me what you want me to do, Ryle.”
“She might not,” Ryle told her, coming to stand in front of her.
The scent of lavender and rain rolled over her a sensual melody that made the bat in her chirp inside her mind in longing. She wanted Ryle, and she wanted the other woman to want her too.
“Jeri doesn’t want to cage you, and this wasn’t her fault, sweetheart,” Ryle told her softly.
“That’s not what it feels like.” It felt like the air was being sucked out of her life, leaving her in a tiny space with only minutes before death.
“You haven’t seen the darkest recesses of our world, Zhara. Some bats just start fights to have a reason to go after another bat’s territory—their life, and that’s true of long-tail blue and yellow bats.”
“He’ll hunt her down then,” Zhara said, shaking her head as the breadth of the situation finally settled on
her.
She could no longer pretend she was just a human with knowledge of the supernatural world. She had to be a part of it—vicious natures, turf wars, and death. And it left her shaking.
Ryle shrugged. “They’re damn aggressive, and they’ll continue the fight until they are all dead or your cabal is dead. Then, he’ll claim her land and everything she has. The kings and queens produce a venom called honey. With it, they can kill or turn a woman into a sex slave who’ll do anything to get another taste of his honey.”
“Seriously?” The thought left her floored and concerned.
“But he won’t turn you, baby,” she whispered.
“He’ll kill you because you’re Jeri’s blood, and he never allows blood relatives of his victims to live.”
Zhara gripped her necklace tight. “Wonderful. Another thing to worry about.”
“You’ll be kept safe,” Ryle assured her, reaching out to snare her free hand and give it a squeeze.
“Jeri’s not your queen,” she said, pulling her hand free and turning to look out the window again. “There’s only so far you can go. Kensal’s cabal is only twenty strong. If this bat is as dangerous as you say, then Kensal will have to think about her own family’s protection. She’ll call you back.”
“You and Kensal are friends,” Ryle reminded her. “Kensal doesn’t leave her friends hanging, and she won’t walk away from the alliance. That means you have me in front of you from now until this is over.”
“Maybe I want you on top of me,” she said softly, and closed her eyes as if that would allow her to avoid the rejection she knew was coming. Then, she felt heat searing her back and knew Ryle had moved closer. She wanted to move away to escape the pat on the head she knew was coming.
“Look at me, Zhara,” Ryle said in a low commanding tone that stroked her nerves, and made her nipples peak. “Now.”
Zhara turned and sank into the gaze devouring her. Her breath stalled at the heat in the eyes that left her speechless. Gold flecks on ebony . She was in no doubt the animal was studying her.
“I’m going to put my cards on the table here,” Ryle said, resting her hand against the wall next to Zhara’s head. “I want you, but I’ve never been the relationship kind.”
“Surely there’s been at least—”
“The longest I’ve ever seen any one woman was two weeks and when she wanted to get serious, I stopped calling.”
“Maybe you’ve never met the right person,” Zhara said.
“My job has always been the love of my life,” Ryle admitted with a ghost of a smile.
“Kicking ass, taking lives, retrieving, infiltration, and protection are my specialties. Sex is a hobby and commitment is a liability, so the most I can promise is the moment.”
Zhara wanted so much more than that, but could she continue to live her life this way? Hungering for Ryle and never taking a sip of her?
Ryle could break her heart as lovers sometimes did, but wasn’t it worth the risk to take whatever she was offering?
She’d get over a broken heart, but would she ever be able to truly love another woman if she didn’t get Ryle out of her system?
“So why don’t we just have dinner?” Ryle suggested quietly. The look in her eyes was an invitation that Zhara couldn’t refuse. “I’ll cook us something.”
“You’ll cook?” Zhara lifted her brows in question as she casually rested her hand on Ryle’s hip. Heat flared in her eyes, and Zhara reveled in the fact that Ryle wanted her too.
Ryle laughed. “I might be a confirmed bachelorette, but how do you think I keep busy when I’m not working?”
“Screwing women, or tying them up and flogging them?”
Ryle’s lips curled up, but there was something in her eyes Zhara wasn’t sure she liked. Yeah, she was jealous of those women who got even that part of Ryle that she wished was hers.
“No. I take classes to learn new things.”
“Is that how you became a Domme?” she asked.
Ryle shrugged and leaned closer to her. “I want you, Zhara, and I’ll top you anytime, baby.”
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However, here's one more snippet from Zhara's Fire. I'll have a snippet from my upcoming book soon.
Enjoy.
This scene is from Zhara and Ryle's first meeting after Zhara finds out she's going to have to have a bodyguard.
Jeri was over a hundred, whereas Zhara was only twenty-seven. So as a member of the Midnight Cabal, and a blood relative, Jeri could order her to the covenstead—the vast den of the cabal. Jeri could make Zhara stay there for as long as she saw fit.
“I’m just a little upset,” Zhara answered, lifting her head.
“Ryle will be handling your personal security as well as working with Bali to ensure the club itself is secure,” Jeri told her, and Zhara sucked in a surprised breath.
“Why? I mean, Bali’s not available?” Ryle was going to be a distraction. She was tall, dark, and gorgeous—just like Zhara liked her women. And Zhara wanted her with a passion that left her aching. The problem was, Ryle didn’t seem to notice.
“No, she’s got a lot to do with coordinating things and trying to find the bee-bats who are already in the city. Azure and Kerra will be her security backup.”
“Fine.”
“I’m not trying to take control of your life as much as it might seem like it, Zhara,” Jeri told her gently. “I’m just trying to protect you, and I know Ryle will take good care of you. Just watch out for her. She’s a player.”
Zhara shrugged, trying to affect a nonchalant air. She’d seen Ryle in her club a few times, and she knew she never played with the same woman twice. She had commitment issues, and that was the last thing Zhara wanted.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Zhara said as her hand went to the small rubellite stone around her neck.
Jeri’s brows furrowed. “Just remember what she is. You’re food first and foremost to her.”
A knock at the door silenced the words on the tip of her tongue. “Come in.”
Ryle stepped inside and Zhara’s gaze went immediately to her. She sucked in a tiny breath, and her hand went involuntarily to her stomach. Heat crept up her neck, burning her, just like Ryle’s gaze.
Zhara wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She was held transfixed.
Ryle’s energy was dark as midnight and as alluring as summer rain.
And she was way too sexy in her navy blouse tucked into khaki pants. The French cuffs were turned back, revealing the gold band of a watch and a bracelet. Her tousled hair was jaw length, and in the light, the strands gleamed, a mix of black and caramel.
Zhara looked away quickly, cheeks heating. Damn, she hated her fair skin as much as she hated having Jeri in the room with them right now.
“Hi, Ryle,” she mumbled, feeling like a schoolgirl taken by surprise by her crush.
“Hey.” Ryle gave her a nod and her gaze slinked down Zhara, clad in a knee-length chocolate dress, and back up again before striding toward them.
Zhara caught her breath, and her head swam as the heat flashing in Ryle’s eyes burned her.
She needed to run from Ryle.
She was nothing less than a threat to her perfectly boring life, to her peace of mind. Ryle might have just checked her out, but Zhara didn’t think she’d ask her or a date which meant she was doomed to fantasize about her.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Jeri said. “I’m sure you want to set out the ground rules, or whatever it is bodyguards do.”
Ryle threw her an amused look. “Something like that, but there will only be a few hard limits here.”
Jeri lifted a brow. “Watch yourself, Ryle.”
“No need to be so territorial, Jeri,” Ryle commented coolly.
Jeri held her gaze, her eyes going bat-black. Ryle’s remained an unaffected, beautiful golden brown.
“Remember what I said earlier,” Jeri said, before stalking from the room.
“I know this will be more of an annoyance than you’re up for, but I’ll keep the rules simple,” Ryle stated as she closed the space between them.
“Jeri warned you off me?” Zhara asked incredulously.
“A little bit.” Ryle shrugged as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her pants.
“How dare she?” Zhara muttered.
“You’ll have to curtail some of your movements until we ascertain if the bats in the city are the enemy,” Ryle went on as if she hadn’t spoken, and Zhara’s heart sank.
“You make it sound so easy.” She turned and went to lean against the window frame. “But I have a business to run, meetings to take. I can’t just stop living my life.” Her voice rose with the disappointment settling in her stomach like a heavy meal.
“I’m not here to take your life from you, Zhara,” Ryle said gently. “We’ll work with your schedule, but you have to be flexible, or this is really going to hurt.”
Zhara glared at Ryle, partly out of anger at her rejection—and allowing Jeri to warn her off was a rejection in her mind. “It already hurts! But if I don’t cooperate, Jeri will pack my ass off to the covenstead. So just tell me what you want me to do, Ryle.”
“She might not,” Ryle told her, coming to stand in front of her.
The scent of lavender and rain rolled over her a sensual melody that made the bat in her chirp inside her mind in longing. She wanted Ryle, and she wanted the other woman to want her too.
“Jeri doesn’t want to cage you, and this wasn’t her fault, sweetheart,” Ryle told her softly.
“That’s not what it feels like.” It felt like the air was being sucked out of her life, leaving her in a tiny space with only minutes before death.
“You haven’t seen the darkest recesses of our world, Zhara. Some bats just start fights to have a reason to go after another bat’s territory—their life, and that’s true of long-tail blue and yellow bats.”
“He’ll hunt her down then,” Zhara said, shaking her head as the breadth of the situation finally settled on
her.
She could no longer pretend she was just a human with knowledge of the supernatural world. She had to be a part of it—vicious natures, turf wars, and death. And it left her shaking.
Ryle shrugged. “They’re damn aggressive, and they’ll continue the fight until they are all dead or your cabal is dead. Then, he’ll claim her land and everything she has. The kings and queens produce a venom called honey. With it, they can kill or turn a woman into a sex slave who’ll do anything to get another taste of his honey.”
“Seriously?” The thought left her floored and concerned.
“But he won’t turn you, baby,” she whispered.
“He’ll kill you because you’re Jeri’s blood, and he never allows blood relatives of his victims to live.”
Zhara gripped her necklace tight. “Wonderful. Another thing to worry about.”
“You’ll be kept safe,” Ryle assured her, reaching out to snare her free hand and give it a squeeze.
“Jeri’s not your queen,” she said, pulling her hand free and turning to look out the window again. “There’s only so far you can go. Kensal’s cabal is only twenty strong. If this bat is as dangerous as you say, then Kensal will have to think about her own family’s protection. She’ll call you back.”
“You and Kensal are friends,” Ryle reminded her. “Kensal doesn’t leave her friends hanging, and she won’t walk away from the alliance. That means you have me in front of you from now until this is over.”
“Maybe I want you on top of me,” she said softly, and closed her eyes as if that would allow her to avoid the rejection she knew was coming. Then, she felt heat searing her back and knew Ryle had moved closer. She wanted to move away to escape the pat on the head she knew was coming.
“Look at me, Zhara,” Ryle said in a low commanding tone that stroked her nerves, and made her nipples peak. “Now.”
Zhara turned and sank into the gaze devouring her. Her breath stalled at the heat in the eyes that left her speechless. Gold flecks on ebony . She was in no doubt the animal was studying her.
“I’m going to put my cards on the table here,” Ryle said, resting her hand against the wall next to Zhara’s head. “I want you, but I’ve never been the relationship kind.”
“Surely there’s been at least—”
“The longest I’ve ever seen any one woman was two weeks and when she wanted to get serious, I stopped calling.”
“Maybe you’ve never met the right person,” Zhara said.
“My job has always been the love of my life,” Ryle admitted with a ghost of a smile.
“Kicking ass, taking lives, retrieving, infiltration, and protection are my specialties. Sex is a hobby and commitment is a liability, so the most I can promise is the moment.”
Zhara wanted so much more than that, but could she continue to live her life this way? Hungering for Ryle and never taking a sip of her?
Ryle could break her heart as lovers sometimes did, but wasn’t it worth the risk to take whatever she was offering?
She’d get over a broken heart, but would she ever be able to truly love another woman if she didn’t get Ryle out of her system?
“So why don’t we just have dinner?” Ryle suggested quietly. The look in her eyes was an invitation that Zhara couldn’t refuse. “I’ll cook us something.”
“You’ll cook?” Zhara lifted her brows in question as she casually rested her hand on Ryle’s hip. Heat flared in her eyes, and Zhara reveled in the fact that Ryle wanted her too.
Ryle laughed. “I might be a confirmed bachelorette, but how do you think I keep busy when I’m not working?”
“Screwing women, or tying them up and flogging them?”
Ryle’s lips curled up, but there was something in her eyes Zhara wasn’t sure she liked. Yeah, she was jealous of those women who got even that part of Ryle that she wished was hers.
“No. I take classes to learn new things.”
“Is that how you became a Domme?” she asked.
Ryle shrugged and leaned closer to her. “I want you, Zhara, and I’ll top you anytime, baby.”
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Ryle threw her a look, but she didn’t deny it. She wasn’t afraid of Zhara’s power—not the fire. Zhara’s sensual allure had indeed increased. The bat wanted to claim her so they could keep her for themselves and that was what terrified her.
“If I can’t have you then you’ll have to watch me in the club tomorrow,” Zhara muttered pulling the dress over her head and breezing into the kitchen. “I’m sure I’ll find someone to wash the taint of you off me.”
Ryle grunted. “You talk a lot when you’re pissed don’t you,” she murmured.
Zhara turned on the water in the sink and wet her hands and splashed Ryle. Ryle frowned as Zhara got back to washing her hands.
“I hope you can stand it. I’ll take a different woman up to my playroom every night until this is over.”
“Do you want to stay at your covenstead until this is over?” Ryle asked tossing the now hot meal onto a plate.
“You wouldn’t?”
Ryle shrugged. “I’d rather be hunting than watching a brat fuck her way through her patrons.”
Zhara narrowed her eyes and flames flashed in them. She looked away and dried her hands. After hanging the towel on a hook next to the sink, she turned. Ryle watched her warily not sure what to expect.
“Fine. I bet Jeri will replace you with Kerra and let you work with Azure once she finds out about tonight.”
The hurt in Zhara’s eyes was palpable and Ryle wanted to kick her own ass for being the cause of it. She wanted to smooth it all away. She turned her gaze back to her task ignoring the bat’s growl of protest inside her mind.
“You could be right.” Ryle set the plates on the small table at the far side of the kitchen. The night came in through three small square windows several inches above the table. She met Zhara’s gaze when the other woman joined her with a bottle of wine. “But do you want to take that chance?”
Ryle walked away to grab a bottle from the fridge and a glass.
Zhara retrieved eating utensils and napkins without speaking and sat down to eat. Ryle joined her though she only ate a few bites of her meal. Her bat watched Zhara curiously, craving another taste of her, wanting to feel her hands caressing her.
That didn’t need to happen and she was glad Zhara was pissed off enough with her to see that herself.
“I need to check in with security.”
Zhara spared her a brief glance and poured herself another glass of wine. “Whatever.” The word came out frosty enough to chill her nipples, and Ryle winced as she took her plate to the sink. “I’ll do the dishes.”
“Just get out.”
Ryle polished off her glass of blood and headed for the door.
“Ryle,” Zhara said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know much about pureblood feeding habits, but you better keep your stamen in your pocket tonight. If I smell another woman on you, you better have a pretty damned good excuse that doesn’t include blood or sex.”
“I can do what or who I want, Zhara.”
“If I can’t fuck who I want then neither can you,” she snapped and got to her feet, going to join Ryle at the kitchen entrance.
Ryle held her gaze, the fiery stare white-hot with anger. “I never said you couldn’t. Besides you’re the one who’s going to have me replaced.”
“We both know what will happen if I open my mouth against you,” she said belligerently. “My life as I know it is over, so until this king is taken care of, you belong to me.” She grabbed a handful of Ryle’s shirt. “If you want blood from a warm body instead of a cold bottle, bring your ass to me for it. If you want sex with your meal, the same applies.”
“If I don’t?”
Zhara closed the small distance between them, heat radiating off her in strong waves now. It was a seductive pull that had the bat arching closer to Zhara taking her scent in and wallowing in it.
“Then…” She ran a finger down the front of Ryle’s shirt, nail catching on each small button for a moment until she reached the belt cinching her pants. Zhara grabbed the silver buckle. “Do you like your stamen?”
“Zhara.” She gripped her hand and removed it, but Zhara cupped the bulge in her pants and squeezed. Heat seared her flesh threatening to burn her clothes away, the pain an arousing creature that made her want to take Zhara against the wall, hard and fast.
“I’ll burn it off,” she said through gritted teeth as she tightened her grip.
“Fuck, girl.” She grabbed her other hand as the pain increased enough to make her wince. Ryle took both behind her back and secured them in one of hers. “Stop.”
Zhara leaned forward and bit her jaw hard enough to leave teeth marks. Fire licked at her skin and instead of growing angry, the bat was aroused and intrigued. “So, if you need more blood you better drink it before you leave.”
She shoved Zhara back and stared at her. There was only anger in her eyes and the scent of heat on the air, tantalizing and sweet.
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Ryle threw her a look, but she didn’t deny it. She wasn’t afraid of Zhara’s power—not the fire. Zhara’s sensual allure had indeed increased. The bat wanted to claim her so they could keep her for themselves and that was what terrified her.
“If I can’t have you then you’ll have to watch me in the club tomorrow,” Zhara muttered pulling the dress over her head and breezing into the kitchen. “I’m sure I’ll find someone to wash the taint of you off me.”
Ryle grunted. “You talk a lot when you’re pissed don’t you,” she murmured.
Zhara turned on the water in the sink and wet her hands and splashed Ryle. Ryle frowned as Zhara got back to washing her hands.
“I hope you can stand it. I’ll take a different woman up to my playroom every night until this is over.”
“Do you want to stay at your covenstead until this is over?” Ryle asked tossing the now hot meal onto a plate.
“You wouldn’t?”
Ryle shrugged. “I’d rather be hunting than watching a brat fuck her way through her patrons.”
Zhara narrowed her eyes and flames flashed in them. She looked away and dried her hands. After hanging the towel on a hook next to the sink, she turned. Ryle watched her warily not sure what to expect.
“Fine. I bet Jeri will replace you with Kerra and let you work with Azure once she finds out about tonight.”
The hurt in Zhara’s eyes was palpable and Ryle wanted to kick her own ass for being the cause of it. She wanted to smooth it all away. She turned her gaze back to her task ignoring the bat’s growl of protest inside her mind.
“You could be right.” Ryle set the plates on the small table at the far side of the kitchen. The night came in through three small square windows several inches above the table. She met Zhara’s gaze when the other woman joined her with a bottle of wine. “But do you want to take that chance?”
Ryle walked away to grab a bottle from the fridge and a glass.
Zhara retrieved eating utensils and napkins without speaking and sat down to eat. Ryle joined her though she only ate a few bites of her meal. Her bat watched Zhara curiously, craving another taste of her, wanting to feel her hands caressing her.
That didn’t need to happen and she was glad Zhara was pissed off enough with her to see that herself.
“I need to check in with security.”
Zhara spared her a brief glance and poured herself another glass of wine. “Whatever.” The word came out frosty enough to chill her nipples, and Ryle winced as she took her plate to the sink. “I’ll do the dishes.”
“Just get out.”
Ryle polished off her glass of blood and headed for the door.
“Ryle,” Zhara said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know much about pureblood feeding habits, but you better keep your stamen in your pocket tonight. If I smell another woman on you, you better have a pretty damned good excuse that doesn’t include blood or sex.”
“I can do what or who I want, Zhara.”
“If I can’t fuck who I want then neither can you,” she snapped and got to her feet, going to join Ryle at the kitchen entrance.
Ryle held her gaze, the fiery stare white-hot with anger. “I never said you couldn’t. Besides you’re the one who’s going to have me replaced.”
“We both know what will happen if I open my mouth against you,” she said belligerently. “My life as I know it is over, so until this king is taken care of, you belong to me.” She grabbed a handful of Ryle’s shirt. “If you want blood from a warm body instead of a cold bottle, bring your ass to me for it. If you want sex with your meal, the same applies.”
“If I don’t?”
Zhara closed the small distance between them, heat radiating off her in strong waves now. It was a seductive pull that had the bat arching closer to Zhara taking her scent in and wallowing in it.
“Then…” She ran a finger down the front of Ryle’s shirt, nail catching on each small button for a moment until she reached the belt cinching her pants. Zhara grabbed the silver buckle. “Do you like your stamen?”
“Zhara.” She gripped her hand and removed it, but Zhara cupped the bulge in her pants and squeezed. Heat seared her flesh threatening to burn her clothes away, the pain an arousing creature that made her want to take Zhara against the wall, hard and fast.
“I’ll burn it off,” she said through gritted teeth as she tightened her grip.
“Fuck, girl.” She grabbed her other hand as the pain increased enough to make her wince. Ryle took both behind her back and secured them in one of hers. “Stop.”
Zhara leaned forward and bit her jaw hard enough to leave teeth marks. Fire licked at her skin and instead of growing angry, the bat was aroused and intrigued. “So, if you need more blood you better drink it before you leave.”
She shoved Zhara back and stared at her. There was only anger in her eyes and the scent of heat on the air, tantalizing and sweet.
July 29, 2017
Assassins Trilogy
The last book in the Assassins Trilogy has been submitted to Evernight Publishing. Though I've wrapped up the arc, I find there are still characters I'd like to write about. Devin and the one that got away, Cattail, and Alexi.
Alexi, the daughter of a Russian mobster who's in America to make her own as a legit business owner, but is she really legit?
I really enjoyed writing about assassin women. They dare to be bold, to kill even in cold blood if lives are at stake. These women are daring, dangerous and delicious. The one thing you never want to do is piss them off especially if you want to live or enjoy life outside of a prison cell.
But if you're looking for a warm willing woman, then you've found a lover who'll set about pleasing you with the same attention to detail she gives her job.
Discover the world of Assassins.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/bu...
Amazon or
http://www.bookstrand.com/serenity-snow
Alexi, the daughter of a Russian mobster who's in America to make her own as a legit business owner, but is she really legit?
I really enjoyed writing about assassin women. They dare to be bold, to kill even in cold blood if lives are at stake. These women are daring, dangerous and delicious. The one thing you never want to do is piss them off especially if you want to live or enjoy life outside of a prison cell.
But if you're looking for a warm willing woman, then you've found a lover who'll set about pleasing you with the same attention to detail she gives her job.
Discover the world of Assassins.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/bu...
Amazon or
http://www.bookstrand.com/serenity-snow
July 20, 2017
new post
I've added the next chapter of Burning For An Assassin to my website. Stop by and have a look.
http://serenitysnowromance.weebly.com...
http://serenitysnowromance.weebly.com...
May 16, 2017
Coming Soon
I am currently working on 3 books, and all three are sequels. But Coming more immediately are Burning For An Assassin. This is book 2 in the Assassin's Trilogy. If you though you knew who the next cat to get her story was, you're wrong.
Zhara's Fire is coming after that. Do you remember Zhara from The Boss's Daughter? She's not all that she appears to be.
Zhara's Fire is coming after that. Do you remember Zhara from The Boss's Daughter? She's not all that she appears to be.
March 12, 2017
Taking it off for the Coyote
The second half of the Prologue is available now.
http://serenitysnowromance.weebly.com...
Grinding for the Coyote is .99 cents still. So if you haven't read it, you can't beat this price.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/gr...
http://serenitysnowromance.weebly.com...
Grinding for the Coyote is .99 cents still. So if you haven't read it, you can't beat this price.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/gr...
March 5, 2017
new excerpt
On my website I've posted the first half of the very first chapter of Taking it off for the Coyote
Prologue
Clara Night sprinted through the third floor of the building she’d been working at through a janitorial service. The carpet beneath her feet silenced her sneakers as well as the footsteps of those tracking her.
The lights had been dimmed leaving her with pale gold illuminations that cast eerie shadows along the corridor. What she couldn’t see, she could feel. The energy was taut and wild as it slithered through the building.
http://serenitysnowromance.weebly.com...
Prologue
Clara Night sprinted through the third floor of the building she’d been working at through a janitorial service. The carpet beneath her feet silenced her sneakers as well as the footsteps of those tracking her.
The lights had been dimmed leaving her with pale gold illuminations that cast eerie shadows along the corridor. What she couldn’t see, she could feel. The energy was taut and wild as it slithered through the building.
http://serenitysnowromance.weebly.com...
