Friday, September 18, 2009
Assassin's Kiss Preview
I'm very happy to announce that Ellora's Cave will release my first full length book, ASSASSIN'S KISS,Friday, September 25. I've been anticipating the publication of this book since joining Crystal, Savanna, Serena and Francesca every week to discuss all things shifter!
I believe in celebrating every chance I can so today I'd like to celebrate my upcoming release by posting a blurb and excerpt. Enjoy!
"You can only take so much away from a person before they either fight or
Her only crime was being born. She is the key to a secret that the Jaguar
Council will kill to keep and their ancient enemy, the Brotherhood, will kill to
Kira Randall, a two-natured, jaguar shifter in heat treks to the
Guatemalan jungle, desperate for the sex she craves. What she finds is danger,
death, and Bastian, a blatantly sexual three-natured, Jaguar assassin who
rescues her from the rogues he tracks, only to find she is more dangerous.
Halflings have been forbidden for centuries. Killing her should have been
Torn between his desire for Kira and his duty to protect the Jaguar People,
Bastian can't resist the first touch of her naked flesh or her heated demands.
Until their enemies make it impossible. Caught in a treacherous web of
deceit they race against time to uncover the secret that will save them both.
Their only hope is each other.
The glittering wonder in her gaze stopped him and sanity returned like a blast of cold water from the Jaguar spout. He should never have touched her. He’d told himself that this was for her. He’d never lied to himself before and it pissed him off that he’d done it now.
He wanted to push her away. He never wanted to let her go. It made him angry and she could see it all—the instant of self-loathing and the regret. She unlocked her legs from around his hips. Sliding away from him, she stumbled to the stream of cold water and ducked under it.
“I don’t want to want you either,” she rasped, shivering and closing her eyes before turning away. She scrubbed her skin as if she could wash away what had just happened.
He stepped behind her and the curved, puckered scar beneath her shoulder blade drew him like a beacon. He traced it with one calloused fingertip and she shivered beneath his touch. He cursed the Brotherhood for marking her, the Council for viewing halflings as a threat to be disposed of and himself for being too weak not to inevitably add to her pain.
But he couldn’t make himself stop touching her. He placed his hands over hers as she scrubbed, memorizing her slim arms and small, rounded breasts with their tight dark nipples, the curve of her belly, her hips. She sighed and leaned back while he traced the inside of her leg where his essence mingled with cold water.
She stiffened. “I didn’t think about using protection. You strike me as the careful type.” Her harsh remark turned into a sad sigh and he bit off a curse.
He slid his hand up over her ribs and cupped one soft, plump breast. “There was no need. Halflings don’t—can’t—not with humans or us.” Too late, he remembered the small straw doll tucked away in her belongings. “There was probably a better way to start Jaguar 101.”
She turned slowly, her gaze deliberate and hard. “I’m the one who came looking for the truth. There’s nothing to be gained by blaming the messenger because I don’t like it.”
The defiant tilt of her chin and the shuttering of her water-spiked lashes told him otherwise. He picked up the lantern, bent and swept an arm under her knees, holding her tight against his chest. When she made a feeble attempt to free herself, he gripped her tighter and snugged her head under his chin.
She kept it there while he carried her back to the sleeping chamber, until he opened his sleeping bag and tucked her inside. He turned down the lamp, slid in behind her and zipped them in, spooning around her, cradling her head in the crook of his arm.
“Are you afraid I’m going to escape?” she mumbled, squirming against him.
“There is no escape.”
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