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Warning: Excerpts may contain adult language and explicit content.
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Question: In the comment section below, tell me which one of these guys YOU would choose if push came to amazing sexual fulfillment, er, i mean shove? Which one of these guys says Big Awesome Christmas Present?
Daniel Navid is sexy, sexy, sexy. 6’2″, warm bronze skin, he was born in California but his mother is from Guatemala and his dad is Brazilian. His eyes are a brilliant, captivating blue.
He’s a Night Numen, commanding the darkest of the dark. He can wave his hand and split apart the atmosphere, calling forth every manner of darkness – Maimers, Destroyers, Annihilators, Decomposers and the like are all at his beck and call. Now Daniel is a one woman kinda guy. But here is how he staked his claim on Marissa Engles, the Light Rebel, in The Beckoning of Beautiful Things (now on sale):
He placed the teardrop of glistening, blue-veined lapis lazuli in her palm.
“I love that stone. Tell me what you’ll do with it.”
“That gemstone, mi corazón, will be set in a gold chain and will encircle your tender neck.” He spread his large, warm hands and mantled her throat with his palms, stroking her tender skin with his thumbs.
She pictured a falcon spreading its wings to shield its prey, and she swallowed her excitement. What is he doing to me? What is he going to do to me?
As if in response, he leaned toward her, and covered her lips with his succulent mouth. His tongue delved inside her mouth, teasing hers open, inviting her tongue to tangle with his. His wet lips trailed along her jaw to her neck, nibbling and sucking her flesh. A million birds’ wings fluttered insistently along her slick core, seeking release.
He sought her eyes and said, “I can’t wait. I just can’t wait any longer. I’m going to claim you, now, mi corazón.”
A tiny voice in her head protested. Claim me? Honestly? The rest of her wasn’t listening, not one little bit. I’m going to melt. I’m going to combust into flames and just melt all over the sofa. I’m going to soak into the velvet any minute now.
Daniel seized one nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Oh, God,” Marissa groaned.
She wound her fingers into his thick hair, tugging on his silky locks, eager, impatient.
“Not so fast,” he said, gently untangling her fingers from his tresses. “Your beauty must be savored.”
He teased her belly with his stubble-covered jaw…lifted her hips and eased her pants down along her thighs with rough, calloused fingers…nipped her satin panties with his teeth and guided them off her legs.
Marissa stopped breathing. She waited, taut, open, expectant.
The tip of his tongue slid from his mouth. He flashed a dangerous smile. Spreading apart her legs, he bent his head toward her nether region, letting his lustrous hair tickle her inner thighs like a thousand tiny feathers.
She stilled, like a bird, hovering, waiting to explode into flight.
He extended the tip of his tongue toward her swollen bud.
She laid taut, open, eager, his hot breath puffing against her honeyed pink lips.
He drew his tongue up and down the length of her in a slow, lazy sweep.
She arched like a bow, moaning.
He continued to lick her, sliding one finger, then two along her moist folds before coaxing her to open and accept his fingers into her slippery core.
Marissa gasped and pulled his hair. She lifted her head to see light shooting from her core into his mouth. He seemed to eagerly imbibe the light, like it was food. Her eyes widened. One lick later, her head fell back, completely drugged. This is my heroin, she thought.
He feasted at her core – slow, deliberate, and sensual. He licked. Stopped. Licked again. Stopped. Savored. Paused. Swirled his tongue around her pearl until she was insane with arousal. Paused, the tip of his tongue touching her folds. Trailed his tender tongue up and down again. Rested his mouth against her folds, breathing heat into her. Pushed his fingers deeper until her muscles clenched around him. She moaned and arched her hips. I’m addicted to this man, her reasoning mind cautioned. Go away, her wanting mind protested.
The excitement built in her like a typhoon, blowing thought and feeling from its path like they were matchsticks. Engulfed in sensation, she arched and undulated against his mouth, completely unfettered. She cried and moaned. She prepared to surrender into the fiery bliss of her oncoming orgasm. Daniel quickly pulled his sweater over his head, pushed down his trousers, and guided his erection inside of her.
“This orgasm is mine, cariño.” He pushed inside of her in frenzied movements, matched by her own. “I claim you, mi corazón. You are mine, from here to hereafter,” he roared.
Marissa exploded around him, like a detonating bomb. Her body shook and shuddered in full body release as fractured images flew from her head like gunshot – a falcon in flight, snagging its prey from the air…the face of Josephina, her eyes pleading…her own face, exultant, her hair whipping in some foreign landscape…her arms extended holding the heads of men by their hair. Far, far away, in the recesses of her mind, that tiny voice spoke. The heads of men?
The orgasm shook her, making her feel slightly crazy. It rolled up through her with tsunami-like intensity, clearing everything in its pathway. It ripped through her like a forest fire, burning away everything unnecessary.
Daniel thundered and bucked inside of her, calling out “Sum petatur in te omni tempore. Caelum et mare et clamo postea. Meus es tu.”
The hair on her head prickled in alarm. What’s he doing? What’s he saying? The words blew away as the orgasm shuddered through her with the intensity of an earthquake. She fell back against the pillows, exhausted and replete.
Daniel relaxed on top of her, shifting slightly so that he did not crush her. His fingers sought her tangled hair, and he whispered in her ear. “Sum petatur in te omni tempore. Caelum et mare et clamo postea. Meus es tu.”
“English please,” she whispered back.
“It is done. You are mine now.” He buried his head in her hair, his breathing deep and slow.
I’m his? Marissa’s rationale mind squeaked. Her sated-self purred with delight as they both fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Rafe Caldwell, from the Beckoning of Broken Things, out in August 2013, is sexy, sexy, sexy. Kinda sweet. Loving and lovable. Kind and respectful. And, a dangerous killer – he’s a gun for hire kinda guy, also known as a Stealth Numen. 6’3″ and muscled.
Marissa describes him this way: “He’s got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Full kissable lips. Short ginger hair. Freckles everywhere. He looks like a candy bar that you could eat and never quite be satisfied – you’d only end up wanting another.” One of his abilities is that his partners experience him like this: Each and every time they have sex with him, they experience it like it’s the first time ever, and it’s the best sex they’ve ever had in their life. Each and every time! They get addicted to him. He’s NEVER been in love before. Ever. And here’s the rub to that. If the guy doesn’t have some kind of sexual release on a regular basis he goes berserk – literally berserk. His employers will lock him in a cage with no contact for days. When he can rip open the bars of the cage, they send him off to do his job. They pay him handsomely. But this is why he refuses to fall in love. There’s also this crazy myth that if he ever does fall in love, he will fall hard. Then, when he doesn’t have access to his lover, he’ll go berserk and try to kill her. Marissa sure didn’t know this when he fell in love with her.
Here’s a scene where Marissa struggled to not succumb to Rafe’s “abilities”:
Before we fell asleep I warned Rafe that under no circumstances was he to touch me in the night. It was hard enough to keep from touching as we balanced on our winged carrier. He promised to keep his hands to himself and sleep outside the covers. And yet now, as I awaken next to my sleeping pal, the covers are on the floors, his leg is draped over mine and his pants leg has pushed up slightly over his calf. Skin on skin. Arousal like you wouldn’t believe. I imagine Daniel’s rage and slowly, oh, so slowly, slide my leg out from under Rafe, wincing, longing, wanting more.
His eyes pop open. A delicious smile forms on his face. “I just had the most delectable dream.”
“Did you?” I say, moving as far away from him as I can.
“Yes. I dreamt that I was lying in bed with the love of my life. It was a beautiful dream. And then, I open my eyes and here we are.”
“Here we are.” I slip out of bed and turn away from him, trying to quash the need for “innocent” – right – unbridled passion with Rafe. “You find yourself lying in bed with the woman who is soul bound to and completely in love with the Night Numen and you realize it was just a dream.”
“But was it just a dream?” he says, right next to my ear.
“Oh!” I jerk, startled. “How’d you do that?”
“Do what?” he asks, an angelic smile spread from cheek to cheek.
“Get next to me without my knowing.”
“Stealth Numen, remember? And 21 hours of no drugs.” He taps my cheek with his fingertip and wanders to the other side of the room to look outside.
I press my palm to the place on my cheek that burns with the memory of his touch. Even something as simple as a tap on the cheek elicits unbelievable yearning. “You can’t keep doing that,” I say, not looking at him.
“Doing what?” he asks.
I know he knows what I mean. “The touch.”
“I probably shouldn’t,” he agrees. “I could get into trouble. But, the thought of trouble seems to appeal to me. Especially with you.”
So what would YOU do? Choose the fantastically sexy Night Numen who commands the darkness, loves you but bound you to him without your permission, OR, choose the sweet, sexy, killer and Stealth Numen, who has chosen you, out of all the women in the world, to love? Never mind that when he goes berserk he wants to kill you or that Daniel, the Night Numen has more power than anyone on the planet – and that power is truly dark. Have fun!
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