by Moira Rogers
If he was a snake… “Did you come over here for sex, or because you’d sleep better if you weren’t alone?”
“The latter.” She shivered and clutched at the blanket as it began to slip. “I know you could get to my room quickly enough if anything happened, but the way some of those men were watching me…”
She was scared, and he felt even worse about his lust as he patted the blanket beside him. “Climb up. You don’t have to be alone, and you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Thank you.” The blanket gaped open as she scrambled onto the bed, revealing that the damn flimsy nightgown Juliet had packed for her was transparent all over. She shivered and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Wilder shook his head. “That scrap of nothing isn’t warm enough.”
Satira choked on a laugh, a little hysterical but genuine. “I know. If it gets much colder tonight you’ll have to kick me out of your bed to keep me from cuddling as close as I can.”
The laughter was better than the way she’d looked at him before, hesitant and wary and almost ashamed of her fear. “If you put your cold feet on me, I’ll scream like a little girl.”
Icy toes poked at his leg, and he laughed and shoved her away.
She squirmed right back, and this time he got an entire foot pressed against his knee. Her breathless laughter cut short on a little moan of pleasure. “You’re so warm.”
“Won’t be for long.” He affected a growl, one he ruined by laughing again. “Jesus, woman. What were you doing, hanging your legs out the window?”
Satira huffed, but it didn’t stop her from tucking her other foot against his shin. “My feet get cold.”
“You’re a walking icebox.”
She echoed his words back, laced with drowsy contentment. “Won’t be for long.”
Quick as a rattlesnake bite, his protective shell of humor faded, leaving him in bed with a sleepy, scantily clad woman whose body made his knees weak. “Then it’ll be my turn to freeze.”
One small hand crept back across the covers until her fingers brushed his. “I’d keep you warm.”
His balls ached. “Better watch what you promise, sweetheart. I’m not a noble man, no matter what you think.”
Satira twisted until she faced him, eyes wide but unafraid. “It’s been eleven months since a man took me to bed. I don’t want noble.”
His first thought was to turn her over his knee and spank her. That led directly to his second thought, a mental image of her bent over in front of him, her pale ass red from his hand, her cunt glistening and wet. “Satira.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and went still, her slightly ragged breaths and too-quick heartbeat the only sounds for long moments. Then she breathed out a tiny sigh. “You make me feel like such a fool, throwing myself at a man who doesn’t want to have me. Over and over again, and I’m supposed to be intelligent.”
He urged one of the thin straps of the nightgown from her shoulder. “You worry too much.”
“I know.” With her eyes still shut she missed his mouth the first time, her open-mouthed kiss landing on his cheek.
His cock jerked like she’d licked him, and he turned his head far enough to meet her second kiss head-on, opening his mouth under hers. He swallowed her tiny little moan, and for a moment she seemed shy. Her tongue darted along his lower lip, then returned to stroke deeper, teasing against his.
He moved before he realized it, rolling them both and pinning her to the bed. “I’m not a boy. You know that, right?”
A short, jerky nod, and she wet her lips. “You’re not just a man, either. I know that too.”
No fear, and he trembled at the thought of being able to let go. Really let go. “No, not a man, either.”
She craned her head up and kissed his chin, then the corner of his lips. “I will enjoy your attentions. Even if you wish to bind me, or order me to my knees, or take me across yours.”
“Shh.” Right now, there was only one thing he wanted to do. He slid one hand into her hair and tilted her head back, opening her mouth wider so he could kiss her deeply.
There was nothing quiet about her moan this time. Her fingers found the back of his head, clutching at him as if she could pull him closer. She reacted more quickly than he thought she would, melting under him.
He trailed his mouth to her neck and collarbone. “What if I do something else entirely? Will you like that?”
“I won’t know until you do it.” Her fingers stroked down to his shoulder, exploring with unabashed curiosity. “I like an adventure. And learning new things.”
“If what I have planned for you is new, you’ve been bedding the wrong men.”
Her bare shoulder lifted in a shrug, but her voice held a soft vulnerability. “They found me pleasant enough to tumble. Perhaps I didn’t inspire them. None of them had seen me in my fancy hair and expensive dress, after all.”
“Like I said…” He skimmed one hand down her side and gathered her sheer gown high on her leg. “You’ve been bedding the wrong men.”
She laughed and bent one knee, sliding her foot along his calf. “Perhaps. So how do you intend to prove that you’re the right man?”
“I could.” His fingertips tickled over the top of her thigh. “Spread your legs.”
No hesitation at all. She opened for him with a quiet, eager noise, her hips lifting toward his hand. “And here I was, certain you’d want to see my breasts first. You seem so fond of them.”
“I know how to take my time.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Are you going to take me?”
Wilder slipped his hand under her gown, between her legs. “You mean am I going to fuck you?”
The best defense is no match for desire this hot…
Undeniable
© 2011 Delilah Devlin
Dark Frontier, Book 1
Kate McKinnon’s Sanctuary is an island of refuge in a western frontier shrouded in post-apocalyptic chaos. Her only escape from her crushing responsibilities is occasional radio contact with other pockets of survivors. Especially one man whose deep, raspy voice cuts through her exhaustion, straight to her heart. A man whose face she has only imagined.
When she and her ranch hands are surrounded by renegades, she doesn’t recognize the leader of the militaristic band that rescues them, but knows that voice.
Ty Bennett is already half in love with the human woman whose voice haunts his dreams. His impulsive offer to add muscle to the Sanctuary’s defenses is dangerous to them both. Helping her may redeem some of his sins, but proximity only increases his hunger to possess her—body, soul…and blood.
Without hesitation, she welcomes Ty and his men into the Sanctuary…only to discover the reason why they only ride at night. Yet the survival instinct that screams at her to drive them off is no match for Ty’s seductive powers. Or the need for protection from the threat that howls at Sanctuary’s gates.
Warning: Expect a dark, violent world where a vampire driven by uncontrollable lusts strikes a bargain with a strong woman willing to succumb to the carnal pleasures only a vampire can provide.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Undeniable:
Now that they were alone, she felt more than a little unnerved by his dark, hooded gaze. She cleared her throat. “You said you wanted to talk.”
His gaze bored into hers. “We should set some ground rules.”
She nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. Rules? “For the trip?”
“For what happens between us.”
A fine trembling started deep inside her. He’d shot straight past business into intimacy. “All right. Shoot.”
“First, you tell me everything I want to know. No secrets.”
“Will you do the same?”
“In time.”
She snorted softly and gave him a derisive look. “I’m supposed to give you my trust, but you won’t reciprocate?”
“It’s a little complicated. There are things best left alone for now. Can you live with that
?”
It was perverse, but the mystery surrounding him was a huge turn-on. “Depends.”
He lifted one eyebrow in question.
“On whether you follow through with your promise to provide safe passage to the people at the ranch.”
He canted his head and stared like he was trying to see inside her. “Don’t you want to ask anything for yourself?”
She licked her lips. “I think I’m going to get it.”
His lips curved, and his dark eyes crinkled at the corners. “I think you’re right,” he said, his voice a deep, smooth rumble—like a panther’s purr.
Her cheeks burned beneath his scrutiny. “What else?”
“I’m in charge. No questions. When I’m not there, you’ll follow my next in command.”
Her teeth ground in frustration. “Will I have any say?”
“I’ll listen. But I make the decisions.”
“Will your next in command have power over me?”
“He’ll give the orders, but you’re mine. He won’t touch you.”
The way he said it, flatly like an already recognized fact, rankled while at the same time tripping a thrill that heated her body from the inside out. She didn’t know how to respond.
“Does anyone else have a claim on you?”
The deep, dark texture of his voice upped the tension building in her core. “Why?”
“Just wondered if I might have a fight on my hands.”
She shook her head, ready to deny, but remembered his warning about no secrets. “My foreman, Sam…he’s the only one. Sometimes. But he won’t interfere.”
“When was the last time you slept with him?”
She jerked at the crudeness of his question and dropped her glance, unable to hold hers steady beneath his steely gaze. “Weeks, and we don’t sleep together,” she muttered.
“Take off your hat.”
His tight, roughened voice drew her nipples instantly to aching points. She closed her eyes and slowly took off her hat.
“Your hair. Let it down.”
Her fingers trembled as she fought the elastic band, but finally her hair fell around her shoulders. She knew it was longer than had been fashionable, but her dad had loved her ponytail and had tweaked it often.
She gave him a quick glance to gauge his reaction. The flare of his nostrils seemed a good sign he was pleased.
Her hand rose to smooth down the flyaway strands.
He reached out, and tipped her chin upward to study her features. “Green. I thought they might be.”
“Do we still have a bargain?” she asked, trying to sound cool, but knowing he heard the nervous quaver in her voice.
His response stole her breath away. He stepped so close the heat radiating from his body warmed the space between them. As she tilted back her head to hold his gaze, his head dipped and his mouth covered hers.
Now she’d been kissed plenty, but she’d never been devoured. He ate her lips, slanting over her mouth, sucking her lower lip between his teeth to nibble and then sealing their mouths to thrust his tongue inside. He swept behind her teeth, stroked over her tongue and curled his to tug and tease until she groaned.
Kate grasped the corners of his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he circled and prodded and told her without words how he’d fuck her. Hard, relentless—leaving nothing undiscovered.
She’d never known the likes of the lust that arose inside her—so strong her whole body shuddered with need. She closed the distance between them and pressed her breasts against his chest.
Ty’s hands dropped from her face and parted her coat to reach inside. He smoothed around her waist to her back, and lower, to cup her bottom and draw her hips close.
His erection, thick and hard as a post, ground into her belly, building a fire that swelled her pussy and drenched her panties—she was more than ready to keep the bargain. Now!
He lifted his head and dragged in a deep breath. “I won’t take you here.”
“Why not?” she asked and glided her lips along his firm jaw.
“It’s too open.”
“Who’s gonna watch?” God, couldn’t he tell she didn’t care? She nipped his chin.
“It’s almost dark. The moon’s rising.”
“You think werewolves need moonlight to prowl?”
“I know they’re more vicious when the moon rules them. We go inside.”
Kate jerked away, and his hands fell to his sides. Maybe he didn’t want her as much as she did him. Maybe he’d just been playing with her to see how far he could lead her. She drew the edges of her duster tight around her and swept her hat from the floor where she’d dropped it. She placed it on top of her loosened hair and gave him a look that anyone who knew her would say meant war.
“We still have a bargain,” he reminded her.
“I still don’t follow orders well,” she said through gritted teeth.
Hunter’s Prey
Moira Rogers
He can't fight his inner beast, but she can tame it.
Bloodhounds, Book 2
Ophelia retired from life as a prostitute, but her new position is even more complicated. Managing the bloodhound manor in Iron Creek is difficult and time-consuming, a job she enjoys less with each passing day. Then there’s her inconvenient attraction to Hunter. The newly turned hound seems eager to enjoy her company, but wary of anything more intimate.
Having survived the violence of his first full moon out of a cage, Hunter isn't looking forward to his first new moon. Ophelia offers to be the woman who sates his needs during the three long days of sexual fury, but he can't abide the thought of hurting her in a state of mindless lust. Especially since she longs to settle into a respectable life, and his needs are anything but respectable.
Their mutual goal is simple: avoid entanglements. It’s a solid plan, at least until a vampire drug lord and a couple of nosy Guild representatives force them to work together to defend their friends and everything they hold dear—including each other.
Warning: Contains a mostly feral, vampire-hunting hero and a tough survivor of a heroine whose retired-hooker heart is more steel than gold. Also included: dangerous frontier intrigue, fancy brothels, mad-scientist weapons and a good dose of wicked loving in an alternate Wild West.
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Hunter’s Prey
Copyright © 2012 by Moira Rogers
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
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