Part 27 (1/2)
How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a pa.s.sion for gritty urban fantasy. To learn more about this romance-writing, crime-fighting duo, visit their webpage at , or drop them an email at (Disclaimer: crime-fighting abilities may appear only in the aforementioned fevered imaginations.) Look for these t.i.tles by Moira Rogers.
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Cry Sanctuary.
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Sanctuary Lost.
He is tired of fighting. She has nowhere to run.
Cry Sanctuary.
2008 Moira Rogers.
Red Rock Pa.s.s Series, Book 1.
Keith Winston is tired of fighting. The war between werewolves and wizards rages on in Europe, but he's come home to Red Rock, Montana in hopes of finding a bit of peace. Instead he finds more strife as he struggles against the pack's dictates that he resume his place as the alpha's right-hand man.
When he rescues a new wolf on the run, he knows his instant attraction to her could cause trouble. What he doesn't expect is to find himself embroiled in another battle that goes against all his instincts-and his heart.
Abigail Adler learned about the existence of werewolves only when she became one. With her life threatened by a corrupt alpha, she flees to the only sanctuary she knows: Red Rock. While she's grateful for the pack's protection, she chafes under its unbreakable rules of conduct-except when it comes to submitting to the pa.s.sion Keith stirs in her.
Then her tormentor kidnaps her sister in an attempt to lure her out of hiding. To save her, Abby and Keith must be willing to do the very thing that could get them all killed-break all of the rules.
Warning: Hot werewolf s.e.x, violence, explosions, and a heroine wielding a makes.h.i.+ft implement of destruction.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Cry Sanctuary: ”Oh, G.o.d.” Abby tried not to whimper, but the sound escaped her anyway. The animal inside surged forward again, ready-desperate-to be claimed, and she rose from the table, almost knocking her chair over. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. Then she took a deep breath and walked from the tiny kitchenette to Keith's bed.
She gathered every bit of courage she had and turned her back to him. ”Can you unzip me? I can't reach.”
Even though she heard him move, feeling his hands slide around her waist was a shock. Strong fingers stroked across her stomach before moving up to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and he drew her back against him. ”When I get around to it.”
Fire streaked through her. Abby rocked back, whimpering again when she felt the hardness of his c.o.c.k press against her a.s.s. ”Isn't that the dangerous part?” she asked on a moan. ”Getting me so excited?”
”Maybe for someone else.” His voice was c.o.c.ky, almost arrogant. He pinched her nipples and rocked against her a.s.s at the same time, his voice low and sensual. ”But I can handle you no matter how excited you get, and it's good practice for you.”
She cried out and covered his hands with hers, wis.h.i.+ng the layers of cloth between his fingers and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were gone. ”Practice for what?” For going insane? For dying of frustration?
His breath heated the sensitive skin of her neck, and he bit her earlobe and tugged at her nipples. ”For losing control without losing control. I can show you how.”
Abby shuddered and batted his hands away. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. The heels she wore afforded her easy reach of his mouth, and she bit his lip. ”Sounds like a ton of work. We might need to practice a lot.” She skated her lips over his cheek and closed her teeth on his ear, growling softly.
His growl was louder, lower. He caught her lips in a bruising kiss as he grasped her hands and tugged them from around his neck. He guided her arms down, behind her back, and bit her lower lip in return as he caught her wrists in one hand. ”We do need a lot of practice.”
One hand held her wrists trapped, but the other moved to the neckline of her dress. He tugged it down, revealing the thin fabric of the bra underneath, and made a low noise of approval. ”And you need practice in letting me take my sweet time.” He caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and tweaked it again.
”Bossy b.a.s.t.a.r.d.” She tried to free her hands, but he held them tight. Desire clashed with defiance, and Abby growled even as heat flooded her. ”Fine. Just let me know when you've caught up.”
He jerked her forward, crus.h.i.+ng her hips against his. ”Oh, I was hard before we got through the door. But I'm not a kid who can't control himself.” His fingers inched under the fabric of her bra and tugged it down, baring one breast.
Her head spun, and the ache inside her grew. She wanted to cry out again, to beg him to go faster, make her come. Instead, she clamped her lips together, m.u.f.fling the moan that welled up in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her body stiffly against his. She wouldn't let him win, wouldn't let him see how close to the edge she was already.
His breath tickled her ear. ”All through dinner, Abby. The whole time, I was imagining how it would feel to be inside you. To bend you over and show you how f.u.c.king good it can be when the person and the wolf want the same thing.”
When she opened her eyes, she could barely focus on his face. ”Why didn't you?” she rasped, pressing closer, sucking in a breath when her nerve endings screamed at the contact. ”Why don't you?”
”Oh, I will.” He left her breast bare and moved his hand down her body, caressing her stomach over the fabric of the dress. His fingers pressed lower, sneaking under her dress to rub at her c.l.i.t through her underwear. ”Maybe more than once.”
Abby forgot to be stoic, forgot everything but the searing heat that engulfed her when Keith stroked her. ”f.u.c.k-” Her head fell back, her hair brus.h.i.+ng her hands where he still held them. She couldn't control her own body as her hips bucked against his hand, once and then again. The tension inside her stretched tighter and snapped, and the accompanying wave of pleasure wrenched a hoa.r.s.e cry from her throat.
His fingers kept stroking and his lips returned to her ear. ”Is that how you want it? Bent over, your a.s.s in the air?”
Her knees buckled, and she sagged against the broad wall of his chest. ”Please,” she whispered. ”Please, G.o.d-please-”
Keith released her hands and plunged his fingers into her hair. His mouth came down on hers, but the brutal domination in his kiss had faded. He kissed her slowly this time, teasing at her lips without pressing past them. His hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled the tab, parting the teeth.
Abby licked his lips and urged his s.h.i.+rt up. ”When is it my turn?” she asked against his mouth, the twisting need to make him gasp her name overriding everything else.
”What do you want to do?” The dress came undone and he tugged it down.
”Make you crazy.” She let him peel the dress over her hips and kicked it away when it fell to the floor. ”I want to make you beg.”
Keith grinned at her as he slowly turned her to face away from him. His hands smoothed up her arms and to her shoulders, and he nudged her upper body toward the bed. ”Sounds tempting as h.e.l.l, sweetheart, but that's not how it works. Until you're in control of yourself, you can't be in control of anyone else.”
Her hands. .h.i.t the bed and curled into the covers. She looked back at him, her brow furrowed. ”That doesn't sound very fair. I'm doing all right so far.” Except for the fact that her arms and legs were trembling, and she couldn't quite seem to catch her breath.
One eyebrow went up as he slipped his fingers under the hem of her underwear and dragged it off of her a.s.s. ”You think we've even gotten started?”
Only in each other will they discover how to be truly free.
Puma.
2008 Jorrie Spencer.
Callie, a cat-s.h.i.+fter, is a loner by virtue of the puma that lives inside her. After a job gone bad, her very human need for contact sends her in search of the only family she has. Callie finds her foster sister in a disturbing living arrangement. Something is seriously wrong in a place where people ”belong” to one man and silence is enforced to the point a seven-year-old girl pretends to be autistic.
Dev Malik thinks it's odd to see a strange woman in the tall gra.s.s behind his house, but he doesn't have the time to ponder why. He's too busy trying to shelter the child and woman in his household from Scott, the control freak who lives with them.
The truth is more dangerous than Callie imagines. Scott's control is powerfully real. And Dev's need to protect the vulnerable is as strong as Callie's own. Their desire is as inevitable as it is frightening, for only by looking deep within each other will they find the strength to free them all from an unspeakable evil.
Warning: This t.i.tle contains explicit s.e.x.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Puma: Instead of replying, or even responding to her statement, his gaze dropped to her mouth. His hand slid over her shoulder, across to her neck; fingers forked up into her hair and made a fist to anchor her head so she couldn't move. His mouth was a mere breath from hers.
”I'm going to kiss you, Callie.” He watched for her reaction and she didn't know if she was supposed to give a verbal yes, or not. He must have seen something to encourage him. She thought he would kiss like before: sudden, deep, all his for the taking.
His lips brushed hers and before she could protest his leaving, he returned, caught her lower lip between his gentle teeth, sc.r.a.ped it lightly. Like the end of this morning's kiss, but this was a beginning. A noise rose from her throat, in question, in desire, and with the fist that held her hair in his grip, he angled her head.
”G.o.d,” he said, a guttural sound, before his mouth covered hers, forcing her mouth open, stroking her tongue with his. He tasted of mint and chocolate and Dev; and she tried to welcome him though all she could do was accept as he devoured her. She'd been kissed before and hadn't much liked it, hadn't liked the invasion. Dev was different, demanding, yes, but focused on her. His large hand splayed across her back, between her shoulder blades, and pushed her flush against him so they had full-body contact. The flood of sensation, from his talented mouth-she had never felt so thoroughly kissed, his tongue demanding hers to dance, then withdrawing to explore her lips before delving in again-to the warmth of his body pressed against hers.