by Siobhan Muir
“What was that about?” Lily raised an eyebrow.
“Tell you later,” he whispered as he held his free hand out to Randy. “Everything okay here, Mr. Montesque? Good to see everyone made it down safely. Mind if I steal Lily for the rest of the week?”
“Nope. I think you’ve both earned some time off. No one else is going out until the avalanche danger has passed, so it should be pretty safe to stay home.” Randy eyed Zach as he tilted his head toward Ms. Benedict. “She make her last play for you?”
Zach’s respect for the man’s powers of observation went up. “Yep.”
“I saw her working you pretty good up there, but figured you were smart enough to know a good thing when you got it.” Randy nodded at Lily. “Don’t squander it.”
Zach shook his head. “No, sir. I got my talons locked in tight now. Lily will never be rid of me.”
Especially now when they shared blood, a mating bond, and wedding vows.
“Thanks for your help up there, Zach. Much appreciated.” Randy shook his hand again. “See you in a few days, Sinclair.”
Zach would have to talk to Lily about changing her last name. They waved as the older man retreated toward the equipment bay.
“You ready to go home?” Zach turned Lily toward the resort entrance.
“Yes, and I think we should celebrate.” She held up her left hand with a tattoo that matched his etched into her finger. “We have these new rings and all.” Hers sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. “I can’t stop looking at it.”
“I can’t stop looking at you. Let’s go home and work on reminding you why I prefer blondes.”
Lily laughed as they strode out to her jeep and Zach’s cock hardened again. Yep, he definitely preferred blondes. A grin split his lips. Now it’s time to show her, forever.
THE END
About Siobhan Muir
Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.
In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.
Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.
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Other Books by Siobhan Muir
Her Devoted Vampire (from Evernight Publishing)
Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack (from Siren Publishing)
Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin (from Siren Publishing)
Cloudburst Colorado Series
A Hell Hound’s Fire (from Three Lakes Books)
The Beltane Witch (from Three Lakes Books)
Christmas I.C.E. Magic (Happy Holidays from the Crescent Moon Lodge Anthology)
Cloudburst Ice Magic (from Three Lakes Books)
Bad Boys of Beta Squad Series
Bronco’s Rough Ride (from Three Lakes Books)
The Navy’s Ghost (from Three Lakes Books)
Coming Soon
Take the Reins
Cloudburst Coffee & Spa (Cloudburst Colorado #3)
Second Chance Succubus
Excerpt 1
Read on for an Excerpt of The Beltane Witch, Book 2 in the Cloudburst, Colorado Series, available at Smashwords.com…
Darius chuckled, sitting forward to lean his elbows on his knees.
“As you command, my lady.” He inclined his head. “My petition is the same as last night. Beltane is a week away. The Summer Court has chosen your fair little town as the location where they shall perform the healing ceremonies to strengthen the wards, and you’re the only witch here who can perform the rituals correctly.”
“That’s debatable,” she mumbled, but he didn’t seem to hear her.
“Come now, Lady Foxglove, you must understand what a great honor this is. The opportunity to serve the Court in this way is not offered lightly.”
Sabrina snorted. “I thought I’m the only witch in Cloudburst who could correctly perform the rituals. It doesn’t sound like selection so much as desperation. I’m the only one you know of here, so I’ll have to do. Right?”
His patronizing smile never slipped. “They would not have chosen Cloudburst were it not for you.”
“Baloney!” She grimaced and flicked one hand. “Got oceanfront property to sell me in Arizona, right? Nice try. Tell them to visit Sedona, then. I’m sure the Vortices are in need of a good realigning.”
Darius’s smile began to fade and he took a breath to say something as the waitress appeared beside him, her gaze fixed on his handsome visage. Sabrina smiled, grateful for the interruption, and ordered hot coffee and a blueberry scone. Gather your wits, because this guy will run all over you if you let him. Darius’s ridiculous demands to host the Summer Court of the Fae ranked up there with cleaning out the sediment trap in her shower. Yeah, not going to happen.
Darius turned his brilliant smile on the waitress and she fluttered and simpered, twirling one lock of hair around her pencil with a giddy smile. Sabrina sighed, hoping the girl wouldn't forget her order. Darius played up the charming, handsome, and virile male. She suspected women fell all over themselves to attract his sparkling gaze.
At last, the girl flounced away, her hips swinging in invitation, and Darius watched her retreat with a satisfied smile on his face. Sabrina shook her head in bemusement. You’re just mad because he doesn’t look at you like that.
Why the hell would she want him to look at her favorably? She wanted nothing to do with men. Selfish, manipulating, responsibility-avoiding bastards. Darius fit in just right. She bet he’d slept with more women than the flakes of snow falling outside the coffee shop windows.
Yeah, but think of how experienced he’d be.
She stifled a groan.
Darius’s gaze fastened on her like a magnet and he cocked his head in inquiry.
Crap, he can’t read thoughts, can he?
“Where were we?” His question accompanied a smug smile.
“You were just getting ready to suggest the Court should go to Sedona for Beltane.”
The warmth in his smile dimmed and she countered his hard look with lifting her chin. He spread his hands with mock regret, but his eyes remained chips of jade stone. “Would that I could, my lady, but once the Court has determined the place for the rituals, it cannot be changed. I’m afraid it’s Cloudburst, or nowhere.”
“Nowhere, then.”
He sighed. “Listen to me, Lady—”
“No, you listen to me, Mr. Winterbourne.” She used her best mommy-voice. “I have a family, school obligations, and a job right now. I don’t have time to entertain the Summer Court for Beltane. I have to bake brownies for my daughter’s kindergarten class, for goodness sake. I have no place for the Court, in my life or in my house, and besides, I haven’t done the High Beltane rituals in four years.”
“I’m sure it will only take a little brushing up—”
“I don’t want to ‘brush up’ on the rituals. You’re not hearing me. I. Am. Not. Doing. The. Rituals.”
Darius’s expression solidified into impassiveness and Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest in mute challenge. She wouldn’t be pressured into having sex for the Fae. She’d given up on the complex rituals after her ex Tommy left, and it suited her just fine. No male of an
y race, particularly one claiming to be from the Sidhe, would convince her to open up the hideous box of memories associated with Beltane. Not to mention threatening pregnancy.
Goddess, it’d be like running straight into the past.
Suddenly, Darius’s face softened and calculated compassion slid into his eyes. Sabrina had seen such a look on Tommy’s face enough times to know what would come. He’d play on her compassionate side just to get what he wanted.
Here we go.
“I understand your frustrations and life’s complications.” He smiled sympathetically. “It won’t take any extra time. These rituals are ingrained in you. They’ll fit within your schedule seamlessly. I’m sure we can work something out.”
Sabrina seethed. How typical. Doesn’t listen to a thing I say. Doesn’t care about my needs or my priorities. Just figures a little charm and he’ll get his way. Bastard.
Fighting to keep her anger under control, Sabrina clenched her hands into fists and stood. Spinning to leave, Sabrina collided with the waitress holding her order. The girl squeaked as she dumped the hot coffee down Sabrina’s belly. Searing pain accompanied the deep brown stain and Sabrina gasped, jerking back. She lost her footing and toppled over the chair she’d just risen from.
Oh glory! Her head slammed into the edge of a nearby table and brilliant points of light shot across her vision as pandemonium erupted around her.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” The waitress set down her tray and reached for Sabrina.
Sabrina hissed as agony flooded her awareness. She yanked her sweater away from her skin and tried to focus through the ringing in her head. Tears blurred her eyes as she struggled to breathe, her ability to inhale momentarily curtailed. The waitress tried to mop up the coffee on Sabrina’s belly with her bar towel, but she succeeded in only irritating the reddened skin.
Sabrina moaned and writhed away, batting futilely at the other woman’s hands as her head swam from the lack of oxygen. A shadow loomed over her, darkening her fading sight.
“Breathe, Lady Foxglove.” The rich voice penetrated her addled brain and she looked up into teal green eyes filled with concern.
What did he say? She frowned and shook her head in confusion.
“I said breathe. Remember to inhale.”
I can’t… Sabrina’s mind raised the white flag and surrendered to the darkness.
Excerpt 2
Read on for an Excerpt of Second Chance Succubus, a paranormal romantic suspense with BDSM elements coming soon from Siobhan Muir…
“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Chayse grumbled. He didn’t want to return to the strip club again, but his brother insisted it was the only way they’d get any real answers.
Nik pushed past him and stood for a moment to let his eyes adjust after the searing brightness of the Las Vegas summer outside. Chayse scented the succubus’ approach as the sounds of slender heels ripping at the carpeted floor reached his ears.
Just like she’ll rip your heart out and bleed you dry.
“Welcome, gentlemen.” Her voice spread a balm over every hurt in his soul, promising comfort and understanding, and he felt his brother’s tension relax. Fool.
Chayse kept his eyes on her boobs to keep from being snared by her seductive gaze.
“What can I do for one of Metro’s finest?”
“We have a few more questions about the crime committed in your establishment.”
Chayse had never heard Nik speak so graciously. He glanced at his “rougher” brother and grimaced. The ignorant idiot was a goner already, wearing a dreamy expression.
“Of course. I want to help in any way I can. Why don’t you come to my office so we don’t disturb the staff.”
Nik followed after the sultry woman like a dog on a leash. Chayse just hoped the succubus wouldn’t make a play for his brother. Because estranged or not, he’d protect Nik from her, even if it meant murder.
They followed her through a door beside the bar leading to a remarkably austere office overlooking the club. While the décor remained feminine, the room had been arranged with comfort and practicality in mind. An elegantly, but simply constructed antique desk stood before a well-worn and comfortable leather armchair without wheels. The wall across from the bank of windows supported a plush couch with chenille throws on either arm where visitors could sit.
“Please, have a seat,” the succubus offered as she retreated behind the desk.
Chayse sat in one of the straight-backed wooden chairs before the desk, studiously ignoring the female demon’s eyes.
“Now, what would you like to know that hasn’t already been asked?”
“Can you tell us where the body was found?” Nik asked. He leaned his elbows on his knees and Chayse scented his interest in the undoubtedly beautiful woman.
“We found the body in the lap dance room.” She delivered her answer with ease, but Chayse scented something off about it. “We don’t know how he died. We assume it was a heart attack.”
Damn, she sounds so fucking reasonable.
Chayse snorted.
“Is there something funny, Mr…” She trailed off, waiting for him to supply his name.
Not bloody likely, bitch.
“CSI Wolffe, ma’am. And no, I don’t find anything funny when people lie to me.”
“Easy,” Nik muttered, but Chayse ignored him.
“What makes you assume I’m lying to you, CSI Wolffe?”
“Three things, actually, Lady Aislynn.” He tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but his animosity for her kind coupled with the lying stretched his patience thin. He raised his gaze to her chin. “First, he had fresh bruising all over his body that couldn’t have come from one of the dancers with the whole “no touch” rule. Second, his genitals were severely mutilated by some sort of knife or weapon not usually kept in a strip club. And third, he’d been completely drained of blood from a puncture of his left femoral artery, but there was no blood on his clothes or the chair where he was found. That means he was moved.”
Chayse crossed his arms over his chest. “So, do you want to change your statement, Lady Aislynn?”
Lady Aislynn regarded him silently for several heartbeats with a serene expression. Damn, she’d make an awesome poker player. He almost snorted. I bet that’s how she got the money to pay for her little Paradise.
“You make the assumption that I would know anything about the body’s condition. As I told the detectives, my assistant found the body, and when I heard about it, it was dressed and left where you found it.”
“Did you know the victim?”
“Personally? No. But I’d seen him here before. He was a regular bi-annual visitor.”
“You didn’t know the victim, but you knew he was a regular?” Chayse scowled. “I find that hard to believe.”
“What you believe or not isn’t something I can control, CSI Wolffe. Even here in my demesne.” Lady Aislynn wove her fingers together and rested her hands on her desk. “What I can tell you is he attended the club with another man on Friday night and that’s the last I saw of either of them.”
“Another man? Who was this?” Nik leaned forward with interest.
“I don’t know him. He’s not a member of the Club, Mr. Wolffe. This was the first time I’d seen him on the premises.” She gave his brother an earnest stare.
Something in her voice around the word ‘club’ made him glance at Nik. Chayse scented concern and unease from his brother, and suspicion grew in his gut.
“Do you have surveillance video of the public areas from that night?”
“Of course.”
“We’ll need to see any security footage from the last week.”
“I’m afraid that’s impossible, CSI Wolffe.”
Chayse shivered with her voice sliding over him. Get out of my head, bitch! “Why is that, Lady Aislynn?”
“Because this is a private establishment and several of the parties pay good money to be anonymous. I’m afraid you’ll need a war
rant.”
Chayse’s stomach curdled. “This is a murder investigation—”
“For which you have no crime scene and until you can prove it was here, I will not have my patrons exposed to slander and ridicule.” Her face remained serene. “Come back when you have a warrant.”
Nik grunted thoughtfully while Chayse seethed. Secretive, evil wench. “I can do this, but it will take time and your club will remain closed until you agree. So you could make this easier by just giving us the footage.”
“That’s an empty threat, CSI Wolffe, and we both know it.” She gave him a disappointed look. “You have no crime scene on my premises and no legal reason to shut me down. Go get your warrant and you shall have your footage.”
Chayse stared her down, trying to find a way to get around her logic, but his brother stood and extended his hand Lady Aislynn.
“Thanks for seeing us. We’ll be back with that warrant.”
A lovely smile creased her lips and she gently squeezed Nik’s hand. “I’ll be here.”
“We know he was here, Lady Aislynn. You could be charged with obstructing justice.”
“You know he was here, but it only means he enjoyed a show. Everything else is assumption and circumstantial. And you deal in facts, yes?”
Her unruffled demeanor set his blood on fire and he wanted to tear her throat out. Or lick the hell out of her. Damn the succubus addiction. Chayse nodded sharply.
“We’ll be back with that warrant.”
“Looking forward to it, CSI Wolffe.”
Yeah, I just bet you are. Chayse followed his brother out of Aislynn’s office, swearing he’d get the best of her one day.
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