“And I am sorry, Cia. You know I am. I’m sorry I left you. I was a fool.” He picked up my hand and brought my knuckles to his lips, brushing a feather-light kiss across the top. It caused gooseflesh to break out across my skin and sent a delightful zing of pleasure washing through me. This was something more than just lust or an itch to scratch.
He seemed to be thinking the same thing because he pulled me from the chair onto his lap. His skin was still damp and the cheap thin towel was soaked.
“You’re getting my pants wet.”
Arthur cocked an eyebrow, and I blushed, laughing as I remembered “pants” in England were underwear or panties to us in North America. I punched him hard in the shoulder.
“I mean my trousers. The towel has reached its absorbent capacity.”
Arthur looked down, and before I had a chance to avert my eyes or at least escape his grasp and retreat to the safety of my chair, he removed the towel and I got an eyeful of my estranged husband.
Fully aroused.
Flames of desire licked through my body at the sight of him hard for me. On their own accord, acting purely on instinct, my nipples hardened under the thin cotton of my shirt—my body thrumming with awareness at the close proximity of a very naked and turned-on Arthur. Erotic memories flooded through me, my body reliving each exquisite detail of Arthur’s touch.
“Move, get away from him,” my rational side screamed at me, but a much stronger voice—which was having free range lately—made the most vocal protests, in ancient Celtic nonetheless. Boudicca wanted Arthur.
No. We wanted Arthur.
“No we. We are one and of the same accord.”
I bit my lip at the tingling sexual tension between us. The unquenched thirst of lust was thick in the air. It seemed like I had no control of my body, like Boudicca had taken my body hostage. The steadfast, calm side of me no longer had a voice.
My body had been hijacked by a two-thousand-year-old, horny barbarian woman—and I couldn’t be happier to oblige. Snaking my arms around his neck, I trailed my fingers over his shaved head through the coarse stubble which was still damp before placing a lingering kiss on his mouth, surprising him as I playfully sucked on his bottom lip.
“You know I didn’t tell you to remove the towel, but I’m glad you did.”
His strong arms slipped around me, his skin hot and humid from his shower. The heat from his skin permeated through the cotton of my shirt as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass. He growled in appreciation.
“Well then perhaps I should invest in a set of cheap, scratchy small towels if they get you into such a state of excitement,” he whispered against my ear before leaving a trail of nips and kisses down my neck, his tongue swirling in the hollow at the base of my neck.
A sigh slipped past my lips. He remembered. That secret spot in the hollow of my throat that made my heart skip a beat, made my sex wet with desire. I turned myself so I was sitting astride him, pressing our bodies closer so I could feel his erection hard between us. Cupping his cheeks, I trapped him in a deep kiss—the more aggressive, passionate kiss I had been longing to indulge in. Pushing him down against the mattress, I captured his lips again, our tongues intertwining as his hands slipped under my flimsy T-shirt, kneading my aching breasts.
A Patch of Darkness
Yolanda Sfetsos
All it takes is one weak seam for everything to fall apart.
Sierra Fox, Book 1
In a perfect world, Sierra Fox would have stayed away from the Council she left years ago. But in this world—where spirits have the right to walk among the living—it’s her job to round up troublesome spooks and bring them before that very same Council.
Though her desk is piled high with open cases, she can’t resist an anonymous summons to a mysterious late-night meeting with a bunch of other hunters, each of whom seems to have a unique specialty. The news is dire: something is tearing at the fabric of the universe. If the hunters can’t find who or why in time, something’s going to give in a very messy way.
As current cases, family secrets, new clues and her tangled love life slowly wind themselves into an impossible knot, Sierra finds herself the target of a power-sucking duo intent on stealing her mojo. And realizing she holds the key to the last hope of sealing the widening rift.
Warning: Spook catching: may contain traces of ectoplasm and otherworldly nasties. Not recommended for those with allergies to ghosts, demons, and with boyfriends who think your power is theirs. While reading, avoid dark patches and stay to the light.
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A Patch of Darkness
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
About the Author
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