Solo Tu (Only You- Paranormal Romance)

by Mandy M. Roth

  “No.” The force within Francy did its best to soothe her as it revealed things she did not know. “He deserved to live, to be happy. You know this is true, Ivon. Look deep within and you will find the answer there.”

  Ivon rolled his eyes, still seeming confused by it all.

  “That is why I went to the gods, Ivon. I told them every tiny detail that I had ever heard Dante reveal to you about what he wanted in his mate. Each time you would talk with him, pry information about what he wanted in a woman, I listened. And I remembered.”

  An odd feeling of peace, of absolute happiness surged through Francy and she knew that the spirit that spoke through her was proud of her decision to go to the gods. “I told them and they listened with open minds and hearts. Once they deemed the threat you posed to his future mate was long past, they created her. They sent her spirit forth to be born unto this earth. She was created for him, made to be everything he had ever wanted and so very much more. It is something the gods hold sacred, Ivon. Something they insisted I help guard. I was sent the day she came into her powers to watch over her, to keep her from being harmed by you or any like you.”

  The wicked laugh that came from Ivon made Francy shiver. Edeline didn’t seem fazed by it. “I know the thoughts that now run through your head, Ivon. You think that Dante’s mate did not love him enough to resist you. That is not true. I did not know that I was able to push my will on her or that Francy was sensitive enough to respond to it. When I saw you, I could not stop myself. I went to you. It was natural for her to follow. It was my need to see the goodness in you once again that blinded her to everything—that gave you access to her bed. Not her own. She has loved only one man and she now calls him her husband.”

  “No.” Shock was evident on Ivon’s face. As much as Francy feared him, she also felt fear for him. If he couldn’t fight his demon for the woman he truly loved—Edeline—then he had little hope of being reached now. She wanted him to fight it, to push his demon down, but she wanted her child’s safety more.

  “Ivon, did you know that she called Dante every free moment she had? Did you know that her heart hurt the day you asked for her hand and I was so taken with your kindness and warmth that I pushed her to say yes? She spent the next day in tears, knowing that her heart belonged to another but too confused to realize what was happening.”

  The shock of it all hit Francy as she listened to the truth come forth from her own mouth. “She has always been and will only ever be in love with one man and he is restraining himself as we speak to afford me this chance at redeeming you. He does this because at one point you were his best friend, but know that he will not allow harm to come to Francy. She is his wife, the mother of his child and the only one his heart has ever belonged to. She is our gift to him, Ivon—our thank you for trying to fix us.”

  Ivon thrust his power out, pushing Edeline’s essence from Francy as he lifted her higher in the air. “If that is true then she is a gift I no longer wish him to have.”

  Francy screamed out as pain shot through her. She wanted to fight back but it was all happening too fast. Something drew upon her power quickly, using it to strike out at Ivon. He dropped her and she fell to the ground.

  Stay down!

  The command came a second before Francy would have stood. She obeyed Dante, realizing he was the one who had drawn on her powers, and stayed low to the ground. In a flash he was leaping over her, his claws unsheathed. He struck out at Ivon. Francy watched as a cloud of dust encircled Dante. Everything looked like slow motion. Her breath caught. Ivon was dead.

  Cool energy wrapped around her for a moment before Dante dropped to his knees. “Francy, are you hurt?”

  Shaking mostly from the shock of it all, she cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

  “Shh, it wasn’t your fault. You loved me. You heard Edeline explain it. You didn’t betray me or our bond.” He held her tight, chasing away her inner demons. “It’s okay, Francy. They’re together again and we’re together. No one’s between us. No one’s pushing the other to something they don’t want. It’s just us.”

  A tiny tickle of power ran through her lower abdomen, instantly calming her nerves. “Well, and baby makes three.”

  Dante’s breath caught. “The baby’s fine?”

  “Yes,” she took his hand in hers and ran it over her stomach, “he’s fine.”

  “We’ll have a boy?” he asked, smiling as he lifted her into his arms. “The first of many.”

  Epilogue

  Dante woke to the sweet sensation of warm lips over his erect cock. As he took in the erotic sight of his wife filling her mouth with him, he slid his hands down into her long auburn locks and ground his teeth at the pleasure she was bringing him. The pleasure that she would forever bring him now that nothing stood between them. Edeline had given him a gift he could never thank her enough for. She’d given him his true love.

  The tip of his dick hit the back of Francy’s throat, yet she showed no signs of discomfort. Not even when her gag reflex kicked in, causing her mouth to water around his cock. She let out a sultry laugh as she sucked on him harder.

  Francy seemed to need to taste him every bit as much as he needed her to do it. She hummed softly over him, sending him dangerously close to the edge of filling her mouth and throat with his cum.

  “Francy.” Holding her hair gently, he tried to ease her off him but she refused to move, opting for licking him as though he were a lollipop. Each swipe was pure torture—one he hoped he would be forced to endure for centuries.

  Another throaty laugh escaped her. “Mmm, do you like that? You twitch whenever I do that.”

  Unable to think past the fact that she now had her teeth pressed to his tender flesh, scraping them against it, sending his body into a spasm, he simply nodded.

  Francy laughed again. “How about this?” She slid a finger into her tempting mouth and pulled it out, slick and wet.

  Dante watched with nothing short of rapture on his face as she tugged gently on his balls before easing her finger into his ass. Pleasure shot through him as she crooked it ever so slightly, pressing it to his prostate, filling him.

  Quickly, she covered him with her mouth in time to catch the cum that shot forth from his convulsing cock. She kept her finger in his ass, fucking him slowly as he continued to come in jetting waves down her throat. Her purring only served to drive him onwards, making him come even more than he normally would. “Enough.”

  Francy shook her head, looking every bit the siren she truly was. “It’s not nearly enough, Dante.”

  He reached down and brought her up and over his still-hard cock. Part of him wondered if he’d ever be able to satisfy his need for Francy. Somehow, he knew he never would. She was his other half and he’d never tire of her.

  As he lowered her body, allowing himself to spear her sweet pussy, he growled out. The feel of her already beginning to milk him before they’d even begun was almost too much. “Amore,” he whispered, nearly begging her to show him mercy.

  Francy pressed her palms to his chest and sent a toe-curling surge of magik through his system. It felt as though hundreds of tiny mouths were kissing, sucking his skin. When she leaned forward and captured his lips with hers he knew that she held a power over him that no one else ever would. He may have over a century on her but she had his heart and in the end that was all that mattered.

  He probed her mouth with his tongue and her pussy with his hungry cock. Thrusting his hips upward, Dante moaned as he felt her channel grasping hold of him. Immortal as he was, as they were, he knew she would be the death of him. Her love was toxic and it was one he’d gladly accept again and again.

  Francy clawed his chest as she came with a start. Her pussy fisted his cock tightly and he gave in to the need to fill her again. She collapsed on him, her breathing shallow and her pulse speeding. “I love you, Dante.”

  “And I love you. Solo tu—only you, Francy.”

  The soft sounds of their son sleeping came over th
e baby monitor. He chuckled. “I love him as well, of course. As you would say, and baby makes three.”

  Kissing his collarbone, she purred slightly. “Honey, we need to change that to baby makes four.”

  “What?” Dante could hardly believe his ears. “The gods blessed us again?”

  “Are you upset?”

  “Upset that I have the woman I love in my arms, a healthy, happy son, another child on the way and an eternity with my family? No, Francy, I’m not upset. I am quite possibly the happiest man alive.”

  “So that means that you might be willing to do something spectacular with pasta for me?”

  Dante couldn’t help but pull her closer to him as he laughed. “Ah, craving again?”

  “Mmmhmm,” she nuzzled her lips to his neck and kissed him, “for pasta and you. You were more than worth the wait, Dante.”

  “As were you, amore.”

  The End

  About the Author, Mandy M. Roth

  Mandy M. Roth grew up fascinated by creatures that go bump in the night. From the very beginning, she showed signs of creativity. At age five, she had her first piece of artwork published. Writing came into play early in her life as well. Over the years, the two mediums merged and led her to work in marketing. Combining her creativity with her passion for horror has left her banging on the keyboard into the wee hours of the night. Mandy lives with her husband and three children on the shores of Lake Erie, where she is currently starting work on her Master’s Degree. She was nominated for Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Paranormal Erotic.

  Mandy has topped the Amazon bestselling charts more than once and has a loyal and steady following. She does cover art under the brush name Natalie Winters and is very involved with helping authors learn to market their books. In 2009 she and fellow author Michelle M. Pillow started their own self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books. It spawned from the name of a nightclub in Mandy’s wildly popular Daughter of Darkness Series. In July 2010 they opened The Raven Books to third party distribution and by Dec 2011 had sold WELL over 150,000 ebooks.

  Mandy writes for The Raven Books, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Harlequin Spice, Pocket Books and Random House/Virgin/Black Lace.

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  The Guardians by Mandy M. Roth

  Paranormal Dark Fantasy Vampire Shifter Romance

  Ass-kicking Guardian, Madelyn Mason, is the only female in a sea of supernatural males. College student by day, she spends her nights fighting for mankind--the innocents, the ones who have no clue that the things of nightmares walk among the living.

  Larger than life Hollywood hunk, Brady Devens, has won the hearts of millions of adoring fans. But, the only heart he wants to win is that of his mate, Madelyn. She hasn't shown an interest in him as anything more than a friend, and he’s beginning to think the Powers That Be goofed.

  In this world of magik, mishap, demons, gods, and pleasure nymphs, anything is possible. Can they find a love that transcends time and space or will the Powers That Be decide maybe they weren’t destined for one another after all?

  Contains graphic adult material, a sexy king of the lycans, a hollywood hunk, a first that could make your mouth water and a woman who isn't about to let them call the shots, violence, adult language, and explicit sexual content not suitable for sensitive readers.

  The Guardians Excerpt

  “Mads, wake up.”

  Opening my eyes slowly, I saw nothing but my mattress. Never a good sign. “Why am I face down? Did I get drunk and not remember? Because I could have sworn I came home and went to bed.”

  Brady laughed and touched me gently. “It’s time to get up.”

  “It’s Saturday. I don’t have to get up on Saturdays,” I said, groaning and pulling my pillow over my head. “Go away and come back on Monday.”

  He slid the sheet down and gasped. “Mads, you don’t have a top on!”

  “I know.”

  “Uhh…?” He swallowed hard.

  “Brady, I don’t have any clothes on.”

  His weight lifted off the bed and I laughed softly, still facing the mattress. “You don’t have to go. I don’t particularly care who sees me this morning. I had a hell of a night. Do you realize how many creepy things are on the loose in—” I stopped short of what I was going to say. I kept a big part of myself from Brady. In fact, aside from immediate family, no one knew my secrets.

  “How many what are where?” he asked, his voice sounding off.

  The phone rang and I did a silent thank you for not having to answer his question. I hated lying to him about that part of myself. Actually, I hated lying to him period. Brady went to get up and I grabbed his leg. “No. I don’t want to talk to him.”

  “At times, you scare me,” he said, playfully.

  “I scare everyone.”

  Chuckling, Brady leaned forward to answer the phone. Knowing it was Vance, I tried to stop Brady from answering it. I moved forward, in an attempt to beat him to it. Suddenly, I slipped off the bed. Brady went, too.

  Before I knew it, Brady was flat on his back on the floor and I was spread out on top of him—naked. Brady’s body went rigid. “He-ll-o?”

  “Oh, he’ll never suspect you of anything with that voice,” I whispered into his chest. I knew I should have raced off him screaming like a fool but what was the point. The man had seen more naked women than a gynecologist. Aside from scars that I wasn’t about to let him know I had, he’d seen it all. Not mine personally but naked chicks in general.

  “Why am I answering her phone? Uhh, I was close to it.” Brady laughed nervously and shifted a tiny bit. “Yeah, I’m trying to get her up right now.”

  I wiggled my hips against him and snickered as his cock grew hard. “I’m not the only thing getting up.”

  “Madelyn!”

  Keeping my head down, I felt around above me for a sheet. When I found it, I yanked it off the bed and covered myself. Not wanting to move, I turned my head and put my cheek against Brady’s warm chest. Closing my eyes, I settled in and got comfy.

  “Yeah, uhh, Vance. She’s awake now but she really isn’t in the best of moods. I’ll tell her to give you a call later today.” He chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say bitchy.”

  Putting my hand up, I waited for Brady to hand the phone to me. When he did, our hands lingered as they touched. I pulled the phone to my ear and was anything but kind. “Bitchy? Me? Aww shucks, I wubs you, too. Now, what the hell do you want?”

  Vance snickered. I wanted to reach through the phone and wring his neck. “I can see you’re still upset with me. Don’t you think it’s time we moved past this? It’s been three weeks now, Madster.”

  I cringed. I hated to be called Madster. What the hell was a Madster anyway? It sounded like something that belonged at a raceway with checkered flags and men in flame retardant suits not a pet name. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t told Vance I hated it. He was just too thick headed to let it sink in. “I’d explain myself but I’m tired and finally found a face down position that’s just right, so I’m hanging up now.”

  “Madster, come on, sugar. I said I was sorry. You can’t possibly want to throw what we had away.” He let out a long breath. “I was wrong. I should have never done what I did. It’s just you never seemed to make enough time for me.”

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  Date with Destiny by Michelle M. Pillow and Mandy M. Rothr />
  Paranormal Erotic Romance

  Academically-minded, uptight Anna only agreed to go on Date with Destiny, a campy game show, because she wanted to win an SUV. She never dreamed that accidentally selecting the wrong prize would land her on a cruise ship full of supernaturals. At least she’s bringing someone along for the ride—her best friend Winter, a kooky free spirit with a penchant for mischief.

  Andre and Christian, were-panthers and twin brothers, are polar opposites as far as personalities go. One views life as a party, the other is entirely too serious. But once they meet their intended mates, this night-and-day duo can finally agree on one thing—Anna and Winter will be theirs and theirs alone before they get back to shore.

  The Powers That Be have ensured none of them will get off the ship until the two couples are mated. But as the brothers quickly realize, these human females mean to challenge them every erotically-charged step of the way.

  Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence

  Date with Destiny Excerpt

  “Don’t you read the news, Winter? Do you know what kind of diseases are on cruise ships? They’re like floating viruses, breeding grounds for any sickness you could imagine. My goodness, if they don’t kill you with communicable diseases transmitted from person to person, the food will get you. I shudder to think how many forms of hepatitis could be contracted on this thing. Don’t even get me started on restaurants at each port. Not all countries have our standard of sanitation. You never know…”

  Winter rolled her eyes behind Anna’s designer-suit-clad back and mimicked her talking. Her friend hadn’t shut up about the cruise since she’d won it on the game show. Looking at the giant ship at port along the Texas coastline, she didn’t see Anna’s floating virus. She saw a portal to fun. The blue ocean and warm, salty air beckoned them out to sea. Though they would sail around the Caribbean, the ship schedule didn’t show them docking at any island ports—or so Anna said, as Winter didn’t live her life by adhering to schedules. Instead they would be trapped, adrift in paradise with nothing but the waves and, if her tea-leaf reading held true, scores of single, hot men. Could anything be more romantic?