Embraced By Passion


Diana DeRicci

ISBN  978-1-936165-48-3

Word Count: 36,003

PDF Page Count: 109

Heat Index: Erotic Romance

Does this book contain violence? Yes

Genre(s): Erotic Romance, MMF, Ménage, paranormal, BBW

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Search Words (at least 20):  wyvern, telepathy, ménage, BBW, M/M, M/F/M, M/M/F, anal play, anal intercourse, paranormal romance, erotic romance, shapeshifter,



Blurb:


Ja'Rol and Slone have been together for years, but lately a desire they can't help has been creeping up on them. An emptiness neither wanted to admit to fearing the other's reaction and hurt. A faceless need, a woman they know they will encounter. A woman who will bond with them and make them complete in ways neither has ever known or anticipated.

Brigit can't explain the attraction she feels when she meets not one, but both of her mother's ex-bosses. When she learns her mother is about to wed, Slone and Ja'Rol offer to fly her to the ceremony. Their wedding gift--to have Brigit with her mother for the special day.

The trip to Las Vegas guarantees at least the opportunity to win her, to convince Brigit they want her. Embracing their relationship will be the easy part. The telepathy... That's a little harder to explain.

Excerpt:


“Vegas, huh?” Ja’Rol asked.


“Two days.” Brigit ran her fingers through her hair. How was she going to pull that off? She didn’t have tons of cash and a flight forty-eight hours ahead was going to cost a fortune. A bus would be cheaper, but could she do it in two days?


“Let’s surprise your mother,” Ja’Rol offered. “We do miss her. She’d been with us for a long time.”


“How?” she asked, questioning them both.


“Tell us where you’re staying, and your number. We’ll arrange for you to be picked up. We’ll fly. A final gift to say goodbye for her.” Slone sat, looking at her, hardly blinking.


“Won’t that interrupt your week?”


Ja’Rol smiled. “It’ll be worth it.”


After giving them her information, she took a couple numbers with her in case something changed. She promised to be packed and ready by seven the next night to catch the flight with them.


Standing, she noticed again how they stood over her, tall and broad. Both watched her with a protective gleam, and with Ja’Rol, more than a hint of desire. She couldn’t argue with what she saw in him. She felt it too, but being attracted to them both confused her. Just thinking about it made her nipples tighten more.


Feeling off kilter, she shook their hands, fighting to hide the tremble as heat flared up her arm to land in her stomach. It oozed like a hot lava flow to settle between her legs, making her damp with want the longer she stood with them.


“Until tomorrow,” Slone said. His voice had dropped to a low timbre. The kind of voice that made women swoon off their feet. Because she almost did.


“Thank you for doing this,” she said, trying to keep herself grounded. He smelled as good as Ja’Rol. Damn. What did they wear? She was so buying it.


“We’re happy to. You should be with your mother when she shares vows with her soon to be husband.”


Decadent. She was staring at the personification.


She licked her lips. “Tomorrow night?”


“Seven sharp,” he replied. Still holding her hand, he lifted it and brushed the back of her knuckles with his lips, just the softest tease of heat to skin. Her body pulsed as liquid slicked her pussy. Shit. I have got to get out of here before I combust.

“Let me walk you to the way out,” Ja’Rol offered.


Almost numb with need, she followed. Slone opened the door and with a hand to her back, she let Ja’Rol guide her to the elevator. “All the way to one,” he told her.


She nodded. “I can get a cab.”


“A cab?” He glanced at her, his eyes wider. “Not for Traci’s daughter. I’ll go down and call for the car. Are you already settled at your hotel?”


“Yes,” she answered, feeling breathless.


“Good.”


“It’s not an imposition? Doesn’t it take money to just drive me to my hotel?”


“You are now our guest, as we will be your guests to your mother’s wedding. We take care of our guests.”


She felt it was a losing battle, so she didn’t push. Riding in the elevator was a torture. Not as rugged as Slone, dark brown hair, honey gold eyes, he was perfection.


Decadence and perfection. And she was about to be ensconced in an airplane for hours with the two of them.


Brigit swallowed the groan, crossing her arms to conceal her arousal.

Author: Cynthia Carole
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novella 24,538 Words
ISBN: 978-1-936165-40-7
Release Date: May 5, 2010
Heat Level: Erotic
Violence

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Can she betray the only man she’s ever loved to save her son?  Or has this omega been pushed too far…

In the werewolf pack, the omega comes last.  Leslie understood early in life that to fight back only brought her violence and pain.  She learned to obey her father, the packmaster, in all things, even betraying her lover on his orders.  But now, he has pushed her too far, and Leslie must turn to the exiled alpha she once wronged and see if he will trust her one last time.

Leslie and Chris embark on a dark and nightmarish race through the underworld of werewolves, vampires, and even the mysterious fae to save their son…but is it all just another betrayal?

EXCERPT:

She breathed in his scent, the mixture of aftershave, sweat and wolf. Gradually, her heart stopped its frantic beating and slowed to a normal pace. She leaned into him, feeling his warmth and the solid mass of muscles and bone that made up his chest. Since when had he gotten so strong?
Suddenly he rolled over, taking her with him, and pushing her down into the king-sized bed. The polyester comforter smelled of hotel laundry soap. His weight settled on top of her and filled her with need. A pulse of lust shot down her spine to the junction of her legs. Her thighs quivered, and heat pooled in her womb with aching intensity. Her head tried to tell her that now was not the time—that they were both too upset, and that there was no trust between them—but her body wasn’t listening. Her flesh knew what it wanted. Her wolf rose, shoving aside her human confusion and grief.
Chris gave a shaky sigh. “Damn it. Why do you make me so crazy?”
He dug his hand into her hair and kissed her firmly on the lips. His lips, both familiar and strange, took away her last doubts. This could be our last chance. Only God knew what awaited them at her father’s house. Chris. Her first and only lover. She might never touch him again. She thought of the long walks they had taken years ago, strolling hand in hand on the boardwalk while the sun set in the Pacific. He had talked about his future, the judges he knew, the other lawyers in his office, and she would talk about her college classes, her professors, the other students in her classes. They had laughed, kissed, and finally made love after the sun went down and the beach grew dark and empty.
His lips roved over hers now, deepening their kiss, and she became that girl again. The girl with hopes and dreams.
She opened her mouth to him, and his tongue darted in to taste her. Wrapping her arms around his wide chest, she gripped the muscles of his back through his shirt. He shifted off her, but kept his mouth on hers, his tongue running across her teeth. The warmth of his hand startled her as he slid it up her shirt and over her ribcage. Her white bra glowed in the dark room.
She sat up, pushing him back. The fact that he allowed her to made her feel powerful. He would never take what wasn’t given. With shaky hands, she yanked off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. Both pieces of clothing fell to the floor. Her breasts glowed pale in the faint twilight that came through the window.
A lusty growl escaped his mouth, and he grabbed her. He pulled her to sit on top of him. His strength made her feel like a doll, and his big hands roamed over her bare back, making her wish she could purr. She felt his erection beneath his pants, and when she wiggled her hips, he groaned. His fingers roamed around until he cupped her breasts. She arched her spine as the pleasure tingled her skin and sent more hot fluid rushing between her legs.
She never wanted his hands to stop. He played with her nipples, gently pinching until they were tight and small. Then he raised his head and took one in his mouth. His tongue danced there, flicking the pebbled tip back and forth. She cried out. Now the need for more overwhelmed her.
They seemed to have the same thought at the same time, because he rolled her to one side and yanked open her pants. They came off with barely a tug, and he threw them across the room. Then his clothes came off. His body was far more sculpted than she remembered. Muscles rippled across his chest, and his arms bulged. When did a lawyer have time to body build? But she didn’t want to take the time to ask, or to even think about it. She needed him, and she needed him now.
She lay on the bed, naked, exposed, and waiting. His eyes glittered with lust and wolf—and she knew that he was losing his control. He crawled on his hands and knees, looming above her with his hot breath and huge bulk. He blocked out the light from the window. She raised her chin, exposing the long column of her neck. Her wolf needed this. The animal inside her knew how to placate him. She lay still and open, her pulse points exposed.