Showing posts with label Rachel D. Thompson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rachel D. Thompson. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
New Release: The Prince's Knight
Rachel D. Thompson
ISBN 978-1-936165-55-1
Word Count: 34,998
PDF Page Count: 109
Heat Index: Erotic Romance
Does this book contain violence? yes
Genre(s): Fantasy/Erotic Romance/MMF
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Becoming the prince's bodyguard was supposed to be easy. No one warned him to guard his heart...
After receiving a crippling injury, Sir Aric finds himself reassigned to the crown prince's royal guard. He thinks it will be an easy job, but Prince Matthew turns out to be a spoiled brat, too used to getting his own way. Within the first week, the prince disappears and almost gets himself killed in his desire to be a part of the ongoing war effort at the southern edge of the kingdom. Matthew's brief taste of battle is more than enough, making him ready to settle down and attend to matters of state. Marriage tops the list of those, but in the meantime, Matthew and Aric find themselves drawn together by irresistible forces. Until Matthew's chosen bride arrives.
Excerpt:
He scanned the visible windows, not seeing anyone. One little kiss couldn't hurt, could it? He'd given her the ring, asked her to marry him. There was no taboo against one little kiss. Besides, he'd already kissed her once. This wasn't much different; there were just more potential witnesses.
“All right,” he agreed. His hands rose to grasp her upper arms.
Before he could change his mind, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. So soft! He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, dragging her against his suddenly hard length. He was attracted to her--there was no doubt about that.
“Am I going to have to pry you two apart?” a deep voice asked.
Matthew released Jessa abruptly. She stumbled against him before regaining her balance.
Aric stared at them from two feet away. Every muscle was taut with anger. Or jealousy. He took two quick steps forward. “I know your decision,” he hissed. “You don't have to taunt me with it.”
“Aric,” Matthew said with a clear warning in his voice.
“What? Afraid Jessa might guess your dirty little secret?” The knight sheathed his sword and turned away to pull his shirt on.
“Shut up! You will respect your king!”
The cold look Aric gave him sent shivers down Matthew's spine. The knight stepped closer, his tone dropping to a dangerous level. “The same way you respect your lover?” He shot a glance at Jessa.
“Actually, I already g-guessed.”
“Ah.” Aric leaned back. “Well, let's get everything in the open then. Your groom is a jackass.”
“You're the jackass right now,” Matthew sniped back.
“S-stop it!” Jessa's raised voice stopping them both in their tracks. Both men stared at her, wide-eyed. “You're both behaving l-like children.”
Matthew sighed and ran a hand over his face, taking a step back to gather himself. “Aric, you know how I feel about you. What will it take to make this easier on you?”
A sly look appeared on the knight's face, and Matthew knew he was in trouble.
“I think it's only fair I get a kiss, too.” Aric's gaze slid from Jessa to Matthew.
“Absolutely not!” Matthew exploded. “That's completely inappropriate.”
“Not from her.” Aric sidled closer. Now his expression could only be considered smoldering. “From you.”
Matthew retreated from the knight's advance. “You've kissed me plenty of times,” he mumbled.
“Then it shouldn't be a big deal.”
Matthew glanced at Jessa, but there was no help to be found there. “I th-think you should. I don't want to come between you two.”
A triumphant smile lit Aric's handsome face. He reached out, his hands fisting into the fabric of Matthew's tunic. Displaying his strength, the knight dragged him back into a corner created by one wall of the castle and a towering turret.
“Prove to me you don't want me,” Aric challenged, and then his lips descended on the king's. Matthew's thoughts dissolved. No longer did he worry about their audience, or whether or not anyone could see them from a castle window. The kiss was rough, bruising, but he only wanted more. His wilting erection grew hard and firm, pressing against the thin leather of his trousers.
He took over, pushing Aric hard against the unforgiving stones of the castle wall. Had he thought he could live without this passion? He'd been so wrong.
Finally, Aric pushed him away with a smirk on those beautiful lips. Matthew was breathing hard, and when he glanced at Jessa, ashamed that he'd lost control so easily, he saw that she didn't look entirely unaffected by the display.
“I want love like that,” she said, breathless.
Aric turned away from Matthew to throw a companionable arm around her shoulders, steering her towards the front of the castle. “Then you'd better hurry along those wedding plans, my dear. It's inappropriate for Matthew to kiss you like that.”
“And doubly so for you.” She ducked under his arm and skipped to the front door, laughter trailing behind her.
Both men stared after her for a moment, perplexed.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
New Release: Tied to a Demon / Rachel D. Thompson
Tied To A Demon
$4.50
Author: Rachel D. ThompsonCover Artist: Anastasia RabiyahGenre: Paranormal RomanceLength: NovellaISBN 978-1-936165-39-1Heat Level: Sensual RomanceViolence
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Shanna dreams of becoming a level-five witch. Only one thing stands in her way—her ability. Attempting to conjure a low-grade imp brings forth a terrifying demon straight out of the nine hells. Worse yet, he claims to be tied to her through a contract formed with her late father. Who is the demon Alecandros really? He seems to know far too much about her...
EXCERPT:
“Are you all right, little witch?”
She wasn’t. A demon stood so close to her she could feel the unnatural heat baking off his skin, coming off him in waves. Her muscles had tensed up so much she didn’t think she could move, even to defend herself. Of course, any spells she’d memorized had flown right out of her head anyway. They wouldn’t do her any good.
He picked her up before she could fall again and retrieved the jar from her limp grasp. He set it back on the shelf.
“Clumsy little witch.”
She gasped as he slung her over his back, steadying her with a hand on her rump. He took the stairs two at a time, and she bumped along with his unsteady gait, her view obstructed by his back.
They passed through the kitchen and into her bedroom. Dried potpourri filled the air with the scent of lilacs, an aroma she favored. He unslung her and after a short ride through the air, she landed on a soft surface. Her bed. She grabbed handfuls of the yellow comforter, sure it would soon be splattered red.
His face appeared in her view at the side of the bed, his forehead wrinkled. “You okay?”
She scrambled backwards, rumpling the sheets and comforter into a ball around her feet. Her head banged against the wall. “Ow!”
Rubbing the back of her head and trying to hold back a sob, she stared at the demon. His image doubled in her vision as tears threatened.
“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?” she choked out.
He cocked an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m going to kill you?”
She thought that should be obvious, but maybe he needed clarification. “You’re a demon.”
He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not that kind of demon. Tell me something, little witch. Why did you summon me?”
The question caught her off-guard. She sniffled. “What?”
“It’s a simple question. Demons are usually summoned because the summoner wants something. What. Do. You. Want?” He enunciated each word, as if speaking to a half-wit.
“I didn’t mean to summon you.”
“Oh. I see.” He sat on the bed with his legs folded underneath him. Then he smirked. “Then you shouldn’t have drawn my symbol within the circle.”
“I didn’t—” she began, but he cut her off.
“I’ve been summoned by many witches. But never accidentally.” He gave her a sly, sidelong glance, his eyes smoldering.
The temperature in the room rose about ten degrees. He got off the bed so he could execute a sharp bow. “If I’m an accident, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alecandros. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
After giving her sore head one more rub, she folded her arms.
“Do you even know what you’ve summoned, little witch?”
“It doesn’t matter. As soon as I figure out how to send you back to wherever you came from, I will.” The brave words lost some of their edge when her voice wavered.
“And why would you want to do that?” he asked in a dangerous tone.
She sounded uncertain even to herself. “You’re a demon. You belong in another dimension.”
“I do?” He spread his arms. “Do I look like a demon to you?”
She stared at him. He looked a few years older than she did, and his blue eyes had adopted a more innocent look. No, he didn’t look much like a demon now. Until his eyes flashed to black and back again.
“Let me show you what witches usually use me for,” he whispered, sliding closer. His hand on her ankle made her jump.
“Stop it.” Her voice sounded strangled, even to her.
His hand slid higher, bringing her skirt with it as he leaned over her. “Why? I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
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