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The Prophecy, book one 

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-61921-321-0

December 18, 2012

Erotic Paranormal Romance

 Buy Link: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/come-fill-p-7125.html

Two men will stop at nothing to have her gift, her desire…and her love.

Years ago, with the healing abilities afforded by her blend of Aztec and extraterrestrial blood, Liz was free to do as she wished. Now she is trapped in a blood feud, forced to heal one of her clan’s most dangerous rivals so they can exploit his gift of prophecy.

As she drapes her nude body over his, the rush of his returning strength overwhelms her, and his stunningly sensual caress pushes her to her sexual limit.

Zeke Neekoma never expected to hunger for a woman he’s supposed to hate, but now that he’s tasted her, he has no intention of denying himself the pleasure of her body—or of kidnapping his enemy’s most cherished plaything.

Brought to Zeke’s stronghold to heal his brother, Jacob, Liz surrenders her body’s most traitorous needs to the unrestrained desires of two powerful men. And the brothers fill the lonely void she has too long endured.

But her clan doesn’t intend to let her go without a fight…and the ecstasy that binds Liz to her lovers could be the thing that breaks them.


Product Warnings

Worlds collide when two Alpha males crave a woman they shouldn’t have. Their dominance and desire knows no limits, culminating in sex so torrid this babe’s never gonna be the same…or free of one brother’s touch.  

 Excerpt:

 Chapter Two

Naked, he lay in the center of the king-sized bed. His breaths were quiet, his eyes closed, legs sprawled, one arm draped over his head as though he was sleeping.

The bullet holes in his muscular left pec contradicted that notion.

Forcing down a swallow, Liz pulled her attention from his wounds—three perfect black circles—to his face.

Her lips parted on a quiet sigh. Rarely had she seen a man wear such a look of serenity. So unlike the terror she’d witnessed on Carreon’s features or those of his men when they’d been so close to death.

Zeke Neekoma was different. The words boyish and innocent came to mind, which Liz dismissed quickly.

Looking to be in his early thirties, he was no boy. Nor was he innocent. His size, surely six-three, his sharp, masculine features and powerful form were perfect for battle against men and carnal sin with women.

Heat suffused Liz, making her limbs feel heavy and weak. She recalled what Carreon and his men had told her about Zeke, no doubt a mixture of truth and lies. Not knowing which was which, she regarded his sinewy legs, long cock and weighty balls as she moved deeper into the dimly lit room. Spanish-style lamps created pools of honeyed light, giving the space a sacred feel one might experience in a church. The cherry-wood four-poster dominated the sparsely furnished chamber, while a series of leather wing chairs—reserved for observers—circled the bed.

The man who’d been guarding Zeke left the room. Carreon and his men went to their seats, their weight causing the chairs’ legs to scrape against the polished hardwood floor.

For one foolish moment, Liz thought the intrusive noise would cause Zeke to open his eyes and lose his blissful expression. That he’d ask why they’d pulled him from such blessed rest and what appeared to be happiness.

This man didn’t want to be healed. Liz knew it in her soul; saw it in the upward curve of his beautiful mouth. Was he the same as her father, tired of fighting? Or was he welcoming the end so he could reunite with someone he’d loved?

His parents and siblings, perhaps…or a wife.

Liz studied his cock, its root nestled in a bush of black curls, his testicles lightly furred with short, dark hairs. Ones many women had surely licked, tasted, enjoyed, given his rough good looks and virile form.

Images rose in Liz’s mind. She pictured him standing before her, his size and manner imposing but not threatening, allowing genuine arousal, not feigned obedience, to guide the act. On her knees at his feet, she’d tend to him, cradling his sac in her palm, allowing its wrinkled skin to rest against her birthmark that proved she had the healing gift.

Would he sense the spark of energy her touch generated? Would he pull her power into himself?

If he did, Liz knew how she’d respond, parting her lips to deliver pleasure, drawing her tongue down his cock’s base to its plump head, tracing the prominent veins that snaked over the thick column, tasting its faint saltiness. Within her caress, his rod would lengthen and harden. Gratified at what she’d accomplished, she’d inhale deeply, filling herself with his musk, indulging in its unique fragrance as she licked his crown. Silky beyond expectation, the succulent flesh would fill her mouth as she coaxed him inside, opening her throat so he could slide into her, as deep as a man could go.

He’d struggle against release as most men did, but her mouth and tongue would work him as her cunt never could. On an unrestrained growl, he’d climax, and she’d accept his thick, salty come, delighting in it.

A new rush of warmth stung Liz’s chest, traveling to her belly and sheath. A pulse ticked deep within.

Disturbed by the sensation and her aching loneliness—the need for a powerful yet good man at her side—Liz recalled what Carreon’s lieutenants had claimed the first night she’d come here.

“He’ll murder our women and children so our line dies out, just as his kind have always wanted.”

If that was the truth, then Zeke was no different from Carreon, who hunted the weakest, eliminating them first. Once more, she examined Zeke’s face, lingering on his mouth. Instead of a sneer or a smirk, she imagined him smiling at her, his grin honest, reaching his eyes, his wanting of her obvious and—

Stop it.

What was the matter with her, indulging in a romantic fantasy when she was well aware of their people’s conflict and unending hatred for each other? Even if Zeke wasn’t a murdering psychopath, he wasn’t likely to be stirred by a woman from an enemy clan. So why was he affecting her like this? Was it a power he had…or something else. Perhaps the truth as to who he really was?

Ignoring her persistent longing, Liz replaced it with a healthy dose of distrust. “This is Zeke Neekoma?”

“You sound surprised,” Carreon said. “Why?”

Because Carreon was a lying prick, and Zeke didn’t look like the monster he’d warned her about. Not that that was certifiable proof of anything except her own gullibility. After all, she hadn’t seen the devil in Carreon’s handsome face until she’d doomed herself.

Turning from Zeke, she asked, “When did this happen?”

Carreon’s expression remained stony, telling her he wasn’t about to answer.

Fuck that. “Did he come here? Did you send for him, telling him you wanted to negotiate a settlement?” The same lie his men had used to dupe her into saving him. “Did you ambush him, Carreon?”

With his elbows on the arms of his chair, he tented his fingers and gave her a patient smile, as artificial as his loyalty and love. “Did I ambush him?” he repeated. He grew thoughtful as though considering the matter. “I suppose you might say that, though it didn’t happen here.

“My men intercepted—or rather they ambushed him—a short distance from your office.” His expression became sharp and focused. “For the last few hours, he’s been stalking you.”

Liz stared, unable to believe it, not wanting to. However, something inside her wasn’t so certain, causing the room to spin. She curled her fingers around the bedpost to steady herself. Blood continued to drain from her face, a slight chill replacing its previous warmth. “Why?”

Carreon tapped the tips of his fingers against each other as he spoke. “To kill you, Liz, so you wouldn’t be able to heal my men. Surely, you realize how your death would make Neekoma’s life so much easier.” He lifted his shoulders. “We stopped him from that.”

She tried to imagine Zeke tracking her as an animal would, biding his time until he could take her down. She wanted to see evil in him.

His tranquil expression and relaxed pose wouldn’t allow it.

She pictured his large hands and long fingers curled around a woman’s breasts, not her throat.

Buy Link: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/come-fill-p-7125.html

Bio:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

On December 28th, Tina is set to release Losing Control, Book Two in her Appointment for Pleasure series.  Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to give you a taste of the story!

White lies…hot nights

Did you ever want someone you absolutely shouldn’t have? Did your desire grow to the point where you simply couldn’t help yourself any longer? Your heart and soul urged you to go for it…to see where passion might take you.

Thus begins Losing Control, Book Two in Tinas’ Appointment for Pleasure series.

Catherine’s a high-priced call girl. Tim is from old wealth. They shouldn’t have met the way they did and because of it, Catherine doesn’t tell Tim that she works for an escort agency.

She aches to be with him, not as a client, but as a woman who’s drawn to him as she’s never been with another man. Tim calls to something deep within Catherine, a part of her she hasn’t indulged because love isn’t something she believes she can have.

Their story begins at a holiday party in a DC mansion. Tim doesn’t know Catherine’s been watching him, yearning to be close. She knows who he is. To him, she’s a stranger, though not for long.

BLURB:

When it comes to passion, there are no rules…

She wasn’t supposed to hunger for him. Tim Bellamy was off-limits to Catherine, a high-priced call girl with an uneasy past. Indulging in his raw desire shouldn’t have happened, especially at a District party attended by the nation’s elite. Tim doesn’t know she works for the agency. If he did…  That’s not something Catherine wants to confess. Drowning in his strength and heat, aching to see him again, she keeps her secret.

From old wealth, Tim has never met anyone quite like Catherine. Exotic, elegant, earthy, she’s the best of all worlds. Their evenings are sensual delights where voyeurism, bondage and a growing bond satisfy carnal needs and stir something deep within…until he stumbles upon the truth.

Shaken by her lies, Tim needs to prove the depth of Catherine’s lust and yearning once and for all. For him, their erotic adventure has only begun…

EXCERPT:

She really should leave. “Catherine,” she murmured, telling him her name.

Tim’s smile said he approved. However, he also arched one eyebrow, a darker blond than his hair, the gesture indicating he wanted her last name too.

Catherine suspected he wouldn’t settle for anything less. He was a man used to being in charge, one she wanted to take down, to weaken with her kisses and caress. She longed to drive her fingers through his hair, mussing it, then coax his cock inside her cunt, driving him over the edge, making him defenseless within her embrace, proving her power over him.

“Oliver,” she added.

He grinned like a man who’d just won a prize, rather than having heard a partial truth.

Years ago, she’d legally changed her given name to one that was more elegant and preferred. With her agency fees and new identity, she’d enrolled in Georgetown, graduating with honors exactly as she’d told him. She’d gain her Masters next and get a real life, a home, using it to care for the one person who’d offered her love and safety during her bleak childhood when she’d had no one else.

None of her clients knew that, of course. Nor were they privy to her surname and educational accomplishments. No matter how many times they booked her, she was still merely Catherine to them.

A precaution she should have maintained with Tim. Already she’d told him too much, especially his preference in liquor, which she’d read in his dossier. How could she have been so dumb? Somehow, the words had just spilled out of her mouth without her realizing it.

Tim finished a sip of his drink. He was close enough for her to smell scotch on his breath, along with his fragrance, masculine and woodsy. His file claimed he always wore Clive Christian’s No. 1, priced at over eight hundred dollars for less than two ounces.

As far as Catherine was concerned, it was money well spent. She suppressed a shiver of delight.

<He leaned into her, his mouth near her ear and murmured, “What discipline are you studying?”

Catherine turned her face to his, pleased he was interested enough to ask, delighted he was so near. A few more inches and their lips would touch. His shadow of a beard suggested he hadn’t had time to shave before coming here or hadn’t cared enough about the event to do so. She was damned grateful for that. His bristly cheeks would be a wonderful contrast to his soft, warm lips.

“Sociology.” She paused to breathe, surprised she kept forgetting to do so. “Social inequality to be exact.”

Bleeding heart territory, she knew, and work that would never make her rich. Not that Catherine cared. However, she did wonder what Tim thought.

He continued to regard her with what appeared to be fascination, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Unless she was simply hoping for that.

“What?” she asked.

“Good for you,” he murmured, running his hand up her arm.

Her legs went watery at his appraisal and touch.

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To celebrate the upcoming release – December 28 – of Losing Control, Tina is offering a contest.  One commenter (chosen at random) will have a chance to win one of my backlist ebooks from this list:

    • Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
    • Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
    • Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
    • In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
    • Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
    • The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
    • Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
    • Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
    • SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
    • Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
    • Claiming Magique – Top Pick NOR