His UnBearable Touch_Howls Romance
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She taunted him, made demands, and then begged for his touch. She’d cursed at him with words hard enough to make him bleed, and he’d smiled and given her what she’d asked for… what he’d dreamed of.
He gave her passion and ecstasy. And when she came apart in his arms, her voice mixing with a roar, he sank his fangs into her shoulder and emptied himself into her body. She sank into his embrace, dragging him down on top of her. They ended in a knot of limbs and sated hearts.
Emiliana stirred in his arms as if she was coming out of a dream. Uberto wasn’t any better, struggling to find his footing. The memory was a potent one that had been his constant companion for years.
It felt good to know that she wasn’t immune to the pull of their past. It certainly did a number on him regularly.
She came out of her stupor as if he’d thrown ice-cold water in her face. She sputtered and slapped at his shoulders, her bear receding from her eyes. “Go back, ‘Berto!”
He stepped back, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”
Pointing her finger at him, she took a few steps away. “All you do is cause trouble.”
“Your father called me.”
She swore and it didn’t bother him. She could cut a man with her words and he was fine with that as long as she soothed him with her tongue afterwards. He’d had dreams about that too.
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?” He challenged, answering her back with his bear in his eyes. Two could play at that game. “What am I doing, Ana? Mia anima.”
“You’ve got that look on your face.” She glared at him. “That stupid, stupid look.”
He pointed at his face. “I can’t help the look on my face. It’s the one I was born with.”
She bared her teeth at him, instead of being angry or scared. The look of rage and mayhem on her face made him rock hard. “See? That look!”
“I can’t help it if your anger makes me smile. You are so very lovely when you want to hurt me.”
“Then I’m about to make you ecstatic,” she raged at him.
He couldn’t see anyone, but he knew there were likely a dozen or more pairs of eyes on them at the moment. Everyone in Santa Biago knew of the Orsinos and what they truly were. There weren’t any secrets. Especially how much she hated him.
He met her eyes after surveying the quiet walls around them. “The gossips will make plenty of hay about this for weeks,” he grinned.
She held up her hands and they looked like claws… they were claws.
And he wanted to wear her mark the same way she wore his.
“Just go home, Uberto and let me handle this. I can handle this… alone.”
He shook his head, a resolute shake that had her growling from deep in her throat.
Uberto took a step forward and then another one when she didn’t eviscerate him for the insult. “Emiliana, you are, and always have been, a magnificent creature. And I am here to help you because I can’t do anything else.”
“Why?” Instead of angry, she sounded confused and almost lost. Not that he’d say that since he liked his parts where they were. “Why now?”
He didn’t have anything left but the truth. “Because you’re my mate, Ana. You’re the center of my soul. I let you send me away once before. That was my mistake.”
“You? The ‘Great’ Uberto Orsino admit to making a mistake?”
His growl silenced her for a moment and he wasn’t going to squander it. “You wear my mark, woman, and that’s what matters to me. You and this town matter to me. And if there’s danger to be fought, then I’m going to fight it.”
“By my side,” she insisted, a stubborn tilt to her chin.
He shook his head again. “No. You will give up this folly. You will not fight.”
“Yes,” she replied, “I will.”
Uberto grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in close. “No, you will not. You are my mate and you will do as I say-”
Jet lag. That’s what he told himself. Jet lag was the reason he didn’t see the left hook she leveled at his jaw… and the reason he was on the ground, those ridiculous cobble stones likely bruising his hip and shoulder.
She stood over him for a moment, those incredible heels making her legs look like his personal erotic dream. “I told you to stay away from me, ‘Berto, and I mean it. The next time I see you sticking your nose into my business, I’m going to tear it off and stuff it down your throat.”
She stomped away in a huff. Those heels, those legs, that luscious behind.
He may have been born in a town named for a saint, but the insatiable thirst he felt for her rode him like a demon. As he was most certainly in hell.
And he loved every damn minute of it.
“Their UnBearable Destiny” will be released in February 2018
About the Author
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I've been reading romance books for what seems like forever. When I was a teen, the days that I wasn't in dance class after school I'd go to the mall to wait for my mom to finish work for the day and my haunt of choice... the book store.
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Acknowledgments
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