 I love getting to share new books with you...This one sounds amazing. Who doesn't love strong and sexy guys who are charged with protecting humans?? BLURB: An immortal without a soul is bad enough. But when his only tether to remaining honorable is his addiction to bone-crushing pain, it makes Blaéz a dangerously loose cannon. A Guardian sworn to protect mortals from supernatural evil, Blaéz straddles the edge of darkness as his needs grow. When a good deed brings him to the doorstep of a female unlike any other, one whose touch ignites emotions long lost in the hellish pits of Tartarus, he’s determined not to lose her. She belongs to him. But she’s human. Forbidden. And bringing her into his life may just destroy them both. Darci Callahan has given up on love. But when a lethally handsome stranger suddenly appears late one night, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the captivating man with the pale, empty eyes—a man who awakens in her a desire she never believed possible. Except Blaéz brings more than unexpected passion to her life, he brings danger. In this treacherous new world of gods and demons, Darci soon discovers a heart-shattering truth and the twisted games the gods play. Caught in the crosshairs, she’s forced to accept that, sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, you have to love them enough to let them go… *** Excerpt: (PG:R) Moments later, he pulled up outside the brownstone. She opened the door and turned to him. “Are you coming in?” “No,” he said, tone flat. “You’re home, safe. I’ve work to do.” Her gaze widened before narrowing. “Really? You brought me all this way just so I wouldn’t leave with Alex?” She shoved her hair off her face with an impatient hand, eyes citron in ire. “I don’t believe this. Blaéz, Alex is my brother’s gay friend. And, what? You plan to make me a prisoner in my own home? Let’s get one thing straight. I agreed to see you, not have you run my life.” With that, she jumped out, banged the door behind her and ran up the stairs to her home as if she couldn’t get away from him fast enough. Blaéz didn't think, just reacted. He slammed out of the SUV, sprinted up the steps after her, and grabbed her just as she opened the front door. “Oomph! What the—” She scowled up at him. “What now? You want to physically lock me up, too?” “Shut up, Darci.” He pushed them inside. With his foot, he shut the door and trapped her against the wooden panel, slapping his palms beside her head. “You do this to me,” he growled. “When I'm away from you I get by, then I see you, and my mind’s in chaos—I cannot think straight—” “And that is my fault?” At her anger, his faded. With his body pinning hers to the door, he lowered his head to hers and groaned, “You torment me.” “Don’t you dare kiss me,” she smacked a hand on his chest, “I'm too mad with you.” As if that would stop him from taking what he craved. “I’m sure I can change your mind…I only know what I need right now...” Slow and deliberate, he ran his tongue across her compressed mouth. She refused to let him in. Stubborn woman. “And what I want is your tongue in my mouth, and you wrapped around me.” He bit her lower lip. A choppy breath escaped her. He struck and captured her mouth. With languorous strokes, he deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue. A moment passed and she shuddered. Her body relaxed. She melted against him and kissed him back. Blaéz explored her mouth, tasting, licking, and claiming it as his own. This was what he needed, to touch her, to feel her again. His hands lowered to her hips, he pulled her closer. The V of her thighs hit his painfully hard groin. Ah fuck, he grunted, pure need garroting him. She freed her mouth from his, panted, “This is hardly an apology.” “Then I guess I’m not doing a very good job.” He nipped her jaw. “However, I learn…fast.” “I'm sure.” A smile tipped her mouth. “And I'm really, really glad I torment you.” “Sadist,” he murmured, trailing his lips down her neck. BUY LINK Amazon Smashwords  About the Author
I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic. When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, painting, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they're so pretty. After working in a few jobs all art related, a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion four years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do. Oh, and I live in the beautiful country of South Africa. AUTHOR LINKS Website Goodreads 9/19/2015 04:26:59 am
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