Friday, April 18, 2014

#Excerpt: DARK & DEADLY, 8 BAD BOYS OF PARANORMAL ROMANCE


Book & Author Details:
Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance
Authors: Alyssa Day, Bonnie Vanak, Caris Roane, Erin Kellison, Erin Quinn, Felicity E. Heaton, Jennifer Ashley, Laurie London
Publication date: April 14th 2014
Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance

Synopsis:
Eight hot paranormal romances by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors. Alpha-male bad boys will fulfill your darkest, most deadliest desires in these stories about shifters, werewolves, vampires, magic, special powers and other realms. But only if you dare…

Featuring the bad boy heroes of:
BODYGUARD by Jennifer Ashley
ALEJANDRO’S SORCERESS by Alyssa Day
BEWITCH by Felicity Heaton
DARKNESS FALLS by Erin Kellison
ROGUE’S PASSION by Laurie London
THE FORBIDDEN LIFE OF ALEX MOORE by Erin Quinn
THE MATING HEAT by Bonnie Vanak
TRAPPED by Caris Roane

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Excerpt from DARKNESS FALLS by Erin Kellison

Want? There was that word again, piercing through the conversation.
He wanted to put his hands low on her hips and feel her arch back into him. He could forget what haunted him with her. He knew he could.
 “Are you making me feel like this?” she demanded. “Why do you make me feel like this?”
“Like what?” Did she feel it too, then? This atomic attraction, like molecular bonds straining to attach?
But her eyes just got wider, her glare accusatory.
“It’s your dream, Jordan,” he said. “I can find you within it, but I can’t make you feel anything.” Though there were some agents who had the knack. He was just a humble tracker.
“Well, you don’t have to stand so close.”
“Your dream,” he said again. “Push me away.”
He knew she could—it was well within her ability—and soon she’d be able to do so without thinking. Her dreams were her playground. It was only deeper into the waters of sleep, Darkside, that she’d have difficulty.
But she didn’t push him back.
Okay, still scared. Still disoriented. He needed her trust, so he’d give her the space she requested, and he would back off.
Except…his backward motion was met with stiff resistance. She wasn’t pushing him away; she was keeping him close. He could break her hold. However strong she was, he had considerably more experience. He could break the dream, but he didn’t.
A smile of deep satisfaction pulled at his mouth, an entirely foreign feeling to his face, to his soul. If he begged, would she let him stay here? He’d promise to keep the darkness at bay, because it would come. It always did.
“Michael?”
The false name was a reminder. There are rules. There are rules. There are rules.
She rose on tiptoe.
His hands found her hips, knew just the angle to his grip—she didn’t protest. He pulled her flush against him, and her back arched, just slightly, exactly as he’d hoped it would, her ass pressing—good God—into his groin.
Warmth coursed through his gut and spread out to his limbs and mind. It was part lust—no helping that—and part peace. It was a full-body sensation, burning out pain and loneliness, leaving only this feeling of want and connection.
She tilted her face back.
All her little adjustments meant yes, yes, and yes.
At the moment, hers was the only permission that mattered.
So he kissed her.