His rumbled sound of warning vibrated on her flesh, but she paid it no heed.
“Thomas. Tomcat, please.”
He roared against her skin, his grip tightening as he set a punishing rhythm. Hard and fast as a cat, no holding back.
“Yes!” Her back arched as though she’d been touched by a live wire. Shocks of ecstasy shuddered through her body as the cooling water sluiced down her cheeks.
Her sex clenched around his erection, gripping him so tightly he gasped, lifting his mouth from her mark. “Fuck, Margo. I’m coming, baby.”
Another orgasm followed the first, her body reacting to his thickening cock inside her. He came with a shout that echoed off her bathroom walls, hips still pumping, as though he couldn’t stop. As though he never wanted to.
The water was ice cold before either of them came to their senses. Margo shivered in his arms as he covered her shoulders with a nearby towel, carrying her into the bedroom without allowing their bodies to separate.
“Your clothes are soaked, Thomas.”
He chuckled. “A problem easy to remedy.” He finally set her down on wobbly feet, one shoe missing, so she could remove the tatters of her pants and dry herself off.
She watched him strip, tossing his wet clothes into her bathroom. He was so beautiful. She knew she was going to be spending a lot of time defending her territory. Thomas Lyons was hers, and no matter what he did in the past, she wasn’t planning on sharing him with anyone.
Not even another man?
Little voice, you’re a perv.
Well, you’re thinking it.
She brought him a fresh towel and rubbed his lean, perfect body. His cock jerked, growing again before her interested gaze. She bit her lip. “I suppose you’re going to be one of those arrogant Brat Pack kind of stars, aren’t you? The kind that drive directors crazy and have women throwing panties at you in restaurants.”
Thomas slid his hands into her wet hair. “What about you? I’ll be fending off every man with a pulse. Everyone will want to get close to the woman who plays my love interest, the woman who writes the music for the film.”
“What? No way. I’m not going to be in the movie. I can’t act. And I haven’t written mus—”
Thomas lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, his smile wide and sensual. “Who said anything about acting?”
“So you want us to have another showmance?”
He straddled her hips, holding her arms above her head. “This was never a showmance, Margo. This was always forever.”
His expression was so earnest, so adoring, she forgot why she’d started to argue with him in the first place. They could sort it all out later. For now, the fact that he was here, that he loved her, was all she wanted to know. She couldn’t resist. She bit his chin and growled, startling him. “You’re playing with fire again, baby.”
She smiled against his skin. “Here kitty, kitty. Come and play with me.”
About the Author
Stolen away by a free-spirited Gypsy as a child (though she still swears she’s my mother), I spent my childhood roaming the countryside, meeting fascinating characters and having amazing adventures. As the perpetual “new kid”, my friends more often than not were found between the pages of a book…and in my own imagination. I read everything I could get my hands on. At the age of 11, I read my first romance and I’ve been hooked ever since.
I’ve been a nurse, a lead vocalist in several bands, a published lyricist and even a returning university student majoring in Anthropology and Mythology. Throughout all of my varied careers, I would sigh as I read one fantasy-filled story after another saying, “Someday I want to write one of those,” until one day my husband said, “So do it.” And I did. Now I can’t imagine doing anything else.
To learn more about R. G. Alexander please visit www.rgalexander.com. Send an email to R. G. Alexander at [email protected].
Look for these titles by R.G. Alexander
Available Now:
Children of the Goddess
Regina in the Sun
Lux in Shadow
Twilight Guardian
Midnight Falls
Not in Kansas
Surrender Dorothy
Wicked3 Series
Wicked Sexy
There’s only one place left to run-into forbidden arms.
Regina in the Sun
© 2008 R.G. Alexander
A Children of the Goddess Story
When she arrives at Ye Olde Haven Pub, the sanctuary for Trueblood Vampires, Regina is wounded and desperate. Her only thought is to save the Deva Clan, her family, from the dangerous Loups De L’Ombre, the Shadow Wolves. She knows she will not exactly be welcomed with open arms. She is, after all, an Unborn, the lowest caste of Vampire.
As a natural born from the purest line, Zander Sariel knows the rules are sacrosanct-a Trueblood mates with his own kind. But one taste of the young Unborn is all Zander needs to know that rules were made to be broken.
With enemies at every turn, Zander risks everything to save Regina from the monster that hunts her, his own kind’s ignorance and-if he must-her lack of faith in her own unique abilities.
Only together do they have a chance to defeat the shadow that haunts their future, and save their entire race from extinction.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Regina in the Sun:
Reggie had a hangover. At least, that’s what it felt like. Either that or two irate and frustrated little gnomes were taking turns using her head as a ping-pong ball. She lay as still as possible, trying to get her bearings while praying for the gnomes to get bored with her and decide to pester someone else.
The last thing she remembered was…Haven. She’d made it. She’d actually gotten there and, if she was remembering correctly, she’d spoken to Lux.
Her shoulders relaxed and the banging began to fade as relief rushed in. Elizabeth and the others would be safe now. She just knew it. And she could continue with her plans without regret or guilt at knowing she’d almost been responsible for a catastrophe.
“I think a slight change in plans might be in order.”
She froze at the sound of the voice. It was close. A little too close. Almost as if it was coming from—she groaned in silent mortification as a large, masculine arm slid around her bare waist. What did she do last night?
A male chuckle washed over her. The arm, already causing a tingling heat to spread across her skin, squeezed her gently. “You didn’t do anything, Regina. You were hurt and we took you upstairs to tend to your wounds.”
The gnomes were renewing their efforts with gusto. He knew her name. And what she’d been thinking. He shouldn’t be able to read her thoughts so clearly. He shouldn’t be able to read her at all.
She tried to block him, a gift she’d always taken for granted and rarely had to use, but she could sense his amused patience at her attempt. She didn’t stop to think that she might be able to read him in return, her fear turning to anger as she raised up on her elbow, whipping around to confront him.
Her brain registered several facts at once. The first being the pain in her side that, while it still stung, was dramatically less than it had been only yesterday. Secondly, she was lying naked beside quite possibly the sexiest man she’d ever seen. Her eyes glazed and her mouth watered with desire as she slowly looked him over.
Once.
Pause.
Twice.
Okay, perhaps sexy was too weak of a word. But he wasn’t beautiful. She wouldn’t even say he was exceptionally handsome. He looked too hard for that. Too raw and elemental and male.
He lay above the covers in unbuttoned black dress pants and nothing else. His thighs bulged as if trying to escape their cloth prison, and she knew instinctively that this man had to have clothes created just to fit him.
A fine line of hair disappeared beneath the lowered zipper, where another growing and rather impressive bulge looked as if it might be planning its escape. Her gaze flew upward swiftly, past
the enviable six-pack, up to the smooth, hairless pecs and along the tightly corded neck before working up her courage to face her mysterious bed partner.
Short, sandy hair looking a bit tousled from sleep framed a strong jaw, sharp cheekbones and a regal nose. It was a face that was saved from being too harsh by the hint of dimples, which appeared when his firm lips tilted slightly at her scrutiny.
Eyes the color of blazing sapphires narrowed with desire and obvious intent. She suddenly recalled that this man had been able to read her thoughts. That was why she’d turned in the first place. She tilted her chin, ignoring the blush heating her cheeks, determined to retain her righteous indignation even in the face of such edible eye candy.
His blue eyes widened in shock before he rolled onto his back with a surprised shout of laughter. “Edible eye candy?”
His rude guffawing was cut short with an “Oomph!” as she whacked him with the nearest pillow. She started to get up, determined to escape the gorgeous mind-reading lunatic, only to find herself trapped beneath him while he grinned in amusement, utterly ignoring her warning glare.
“Regina,” he murmured as he focused his attention on her full lower lip. “If you’re saying you find me attractive, then let me just tell you that the feeling is entirely mutual.”
His head lowered slowly, giving her ample time to reject his advance. On any other day, she would have been stunned by her own inaction. She couldn’t seem to move. Not even when she felt the first touch of his lips on hers.
Their fingers laced together above her head, the gentle restraint adding to her arousal. He took his time, torturing her with featherlight kisses and gentle nips.
The strange, sweet intimacy of the moment stretched out until she found herself straining her neck to get closer, her mouth opening in invitation. Greedy for more of the delicious stranger’s kiss.
He sucked her lower lip between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting away with his tongue. She gasped with arousal and he pulled back to look into her eyes for a heartbeat. Angling his head, he took her mouth in a soul-consuming kiss that had her moaning wantonly into his mouth. The sound encouraged him to taste her more fully, their tongues sparring for control in her mouth as he shifted his hardening erection into the apex of her thighs.
She wrapped her lips around his tongue, sucking him deeper into her mouth. He jerked against her, and then he was reciprocating in a way that made her entire body tremble. On and on, lips and fangs and tongues warred for supremacy in a sensual battle that neither wanted to end.
Never had she experienced anything like the need that flooded through her from the first touch of his lips. He was like a narcotic, drugging her limbs and causing her heart to beat a panicked tattoo against her breast. His taste was both darkly mysterious and achingly familiar. His lips burned against hers with a blaze like the noonday sun, so hot she was sure she’d melt beneath him.
He thrust his hips gently against her sex and even through the sheet that separated them she felt an answering rush of arousal dampen her thighs. She’d never imagined she could be so close to coming from a kiss. A hot, unbearably sexy kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.
He groaned as she arched against him in return and she reveled in the knowledge that his desire was just as strong as hers. That he wanted her, his grathita, more than he’d ever wanted another. She was his and he would—
She must be sensing his thoughts. Picking up on them as if they were her own. At the same moment the realization struck her, he pressed his body fully against hers, causing her to cry out in pain at the forgotten injury.
He leapt off her as if he were on fire, the lust in his eyes turning quickly to worry. Kneeling on the bed, he bent to check her mending wound, ignoring the hand that tried to slap him away.
“I’m really going to have to work on my timing.”
The wry voice caused the two to jump apart, startled. Reggie felt her cheeks heat as the man she’d just been groping leaned his back against the bed frame with a sigh, subtly trying to cover Regina’s naked frame with the blanket, hiding her from the other man’s view.
Without a word she jerked the fabric from his hands, pulling the cover up to her neck defensively. She looked towards the glorious creature standing at the edge of the bed, the memory of being carried from the dance floor surfacing in her mind. This was Lux.
He held up the overflowing bag in his hand, which showed the name of a well-known clothing store. “I brought you something to wear. Your other clothing was, well, unsalvageable.”
He waited for her to accept his offering, but she merely nodded her thanks and looked at him pointedly until he turned his head and shut his eyes.
She reached out with her mind and gasped at the amusement hiding in Lux’s thoughts, as well as the memory of undressing her after she’d collapsed. At her sound of outrage, Lux spun his head back around, looking towards her in shock before glancing at the other man—his brother, Reggie suddenly realized—for an explanation.
“I don’t know why you’re looking at him. Just ask me.” She crossed her arms over the blanket that she had wrapped around her, realizing her breasts were plumping over the edge when Lux couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from the view. Her golden eyes rolled and she shook her head. “After all the stories Liz told me, I thought you’d be a bit more, well, genteel.”
The charming smile Lux had been wearing since he’d arrived turned sinful, causing her to shiver at the change. “Genteel? Ahhh. Well, yes, I like men if that’s what you’re inferring. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy women just as thoroughly. Especially when they have such undeniably charming…assets.”
Reggie turned away with a blush to see the object of her recent lust sprawled casually on the rumpled bed, a sensual smile on his face.
“Of the two, Lux is far more notorious than I, Regina mine. Ask anyone. No one’s safe when he’s on the prowl.”
There’s only one man she needs to believe in. Him.
If You Believe
© 2009 Crystal Jordan
Unbelievable, Book One
When it comes to her love life, the name of Aubrey Mathison’s coffee shop says it all: “Bean There, Done That”. There’s only one harmless man in her life right now—the homeless one parked outside the shop. Except the crazy things he says keep coming true.
She has to laugh at “You'll meet your soul mate today”, though. Divorce taught her that men as gorgeous as sexy police chief Price Delacroix are not to be trusted. She’s totally up for a one-night stand, but more than that? No, thanks.
Price bears his own scars from the past, but he knows instantly that Aubrey is his. How to convince her he wants more than to be her personal jungle gym? Cut her off. That means no more mattress gymnastics—until she starts seeing things his way.
Aubrey is just as determined Price’s campaign to wear down her resistance is going to fail, no matter how wickedly determined he is. Until her resident prophet spouts a new prediction: her soul mate’s life is in danger…
Enjoy the following excerpt for If You Believe:
Mr. Crazy Man was back. He hummed a little before speaking again. “Dogs are bad luck for you today.”
Shit. She hunched her shoulder and spun away. “Thanks.”
If she went her normal route home, she’d have to pass by the dog park that made up a corner of the town square. Maybe she would try a different way. Just for the change of scenery. Change was good for the soul, wasn’t it? If she went by the dog park, it just seemed like too much self-fulfilling prophecy.
Taking a left off the main path where she usually took a right, she wandered into the older district of town that had great Victorian houses. She’d always loved that style of architecture, but Scott had wanted modern. Now that she lived alone, it just seemed like too much upkeep. And maybe it was because she was afraid it would put her one step away from crazy cat lady to rattle around in a big old house like that. She turned the corner on to her street. She had four blocks left to
go.
“Woof.” Her blood ran cold at the deep bark that came from behind her. A lot of people walked these streets in the evening. And took their dogs with them.
A kid of about twelve had lost the leash on his Great Dane. The air went whistling out of her in what might have been a high-pitched squeak.
It wasn’t that she believed Jericho or anything, but the fire thing had kind of creeped her out. Watching that pony-sized excuse for a dog running at her made her blood run cold. Anyone would freak out. It had nothing to do with Jericho’s warning. Nope. Not a thing.
She backpedaled as fast as her legs could carry her just the same. The back of her ankles hit something that yelped and the next thing she knew she was going down hard on the pavement. Her back arched when her tailbone made sharp contact with the ground and all the breath rushed out of her lungs. Curling into a fetal position on her side, she wrapped her arms around her knees and tried remember why she didn’t want to die right then.
When she opened her eyes, a pointy little muzzle snapped in her face as a dachshund yapped. Dog breath, blech. She groaned and pushed into a sitting position. A strong arm wrapped around her back to cradle her against a wide chest. Price Delacroix.
“Don’t move, Aubrey.” His deep voice rumbled, and that was all it took to get her hot and bothered. Her sex dampened at the sound of his rich, deep tones. The way he smelled. The hardness of his muscles against her body. Thank you, Jesus.
“I’m fine.” She tried to pretend the breathiness of her voice was just from having the wind knocked out of her. The way her nipples tightened and her muscles softened told her it was a lie.
“You took a hard fall. Stay there.” His words were almost harsh, but his touch was gentle when he brushed her hair away from her face. She fought the urge to lean her cheek into his palm. Everything about this man made her react.
Her original assessment that the two of them were destined to burn up the sheets was dead on. She really wanted to try him on for size. She’d bet he fit just fine. “I’m really all right, Chief.”
My Shifter Showmance: Shifting Reality, Book 1 Page 8