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Hellish Love Stories
Hotter than Hell
Liquid Silver Books
11/30/09
Excerpt:
There was nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about. None of this was real. It was just an elaborate delusion. Her fingers brushed against the hot skin of the man’s shoulder. Thank God for vivid, life-like delusions!
Relief swept away the fear that should have been in full force but had built too slowly to be grasped. She hadn’t fallen into some convention center basement into the arms of a mafia madman, or been captured by corporate bandits about to hostilely take over the Laredo business district, or even accidentally interrupted a terrorist plot only to be rescued by the undercover CIA spy in their midst...
Nope, she was undoubtedly passed out from the heat and experiencing nothing more than a muse-inspired dream.
What a shame. “Dang shame you’re not real.”
“Don’t I feel real?” Mr. Imaginary Hunk chuckled, and the rumble vibrated through his chest into her side, feeling very deliciously real. How sad that she was really lying on the floor of the convention center in a passed-out heap.
Cupping his firm jaw and staring into the endless depths of his emerald eyes, she contemplated her options. She could either bemoan her loss of consciousness, or she could embrace this wonderful dream. The decision was easy. All her life she’d played it safe and missed out on adventure. This one time she could have the best of both. This adventure was about as safe as could be considering she’d eventually wake up and go back to her life. Maybe she’d even remember the dream and be able to hold onto the memory when life in Demon got too boring.
Not to mention that nagging sense of something was yelling to jump in and live a little.
Yep, decision made—she’d enjoy the moment. Lani slid her fingers up around his neck, pulling him down and planting a kiss on him. She licked over his lips until they softened and parted. She’d be bold and take a kiss like none she ever had before… or she would have if she knew how. Fortunately, the second she hesitated, her mystery hero licked right into the pause, teasing her tongue into a proper tangle, devouring her down while still leaving her some control. In other words, he was a darn good kisser. When they finally drew back, she was left panting with desire deeper than she’d felt in years. Maybe more than she’d felt ever.
And he had yet to answer a single question. In the aftermath of the kiss, she didn’t care much about his answers, was having some trouble even remembering her questions. “I never knew I had such a good imagination...” She kissed him again, licking over the crease of his lips and diving back in when those lips parted for her.
With her arms around his neck and her mouth locked firmly to his, she easily lost track of how far he carried her. Not that it really mattered here in dreamland. Finally they came to a halt, and she came up for air. He’d stopped in front of a plain door, which opened without him touching it.
Never mind the sci-fi door. “Oh, my God!” She gaped at the plush carpet and smooth silver walls. The room itself was a living room or den and was filled with electronics that almost defied description. One entire wall appeared to be a huge TV with the furniture clustered loosely around it. But best of all were the shelves and small nooks which overflowed with books. There were probably five hundred books tucked in around all the high-tech gadgets. Despite the fact that her TV was only a nineteen inch model from the eighties and her furniture had never matched... the way the books fit in everywhere reminded her of home. “This is all yours?”
He didn’t set her down like she’d expected. Instead he turned her slightly left and then back to the right so she could take in the space. “Yes, this is my home.” He started forward once more, carrying her away from the books.
The door closing with a very final-sounding snap broke her from the strangeness. What if the theme of this dream wasn’t a romance but had a thriller or horror plot? “Wait, wait, wait!”
He didn’t wait, but moved through the apartment to a hallway, through another door. Only then did he stop at the corner where his huge bed was just tempting the view.
“Put me down. There’s no way I’ll be the sacrificial blond. See, I have brown hair.”
He hesitated, bringing them to a stop, and one fine, dark eyebrow jumped upward.
“Please, put me down.” She bit down on her lip.
For a long moment he just met her gaze with his strange eyes. Then he surprised her by releasing her legs, dropping them down to take her weight. The motion sent her purse swinging, and it rounded and slammed back into the worst possible target, dead center of his black slacks. He buckled under the assault, cupping himself and stumbling backward to lean against the back of the sofa.
“Oh! I’m sorry.”
“Ahmmphalmmm.”
She translated the response to mean he was injured pretty badly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to... I guess that means I won’t be ravished and fall desperately in love after all.” She settled the deadly purse under one arm and advanced on him once more. “Can I help? Do you want me to look at the injur...” What was she saying? She giggled. Guess this is a comedy. “Umm, never mind.”
“You are human and English?” His voice was an octave higher than before, but at least it grew steadier with each word, and he was standing a little more upright.
Then his question sank in. “Of course I’m human. What else would I be?”
He gave a short nod. “You speak English.” The pain must have been subsiding. He was slowly straightening back up to his six-foot-something height.
“I’m American, from Arizona.” She pushed aside his strange way of talking and asked the important questions. “Who are you? Where am I, and how can we make the most of this dream?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he moved toward her, invading her space until she backed away. Maybe she should clock him again with her bag? She’d settle for a good romantic comedy over a thriller any day.
She tripped and glanced back to find she was being herded toward his huge bed. “Whoa there, fella.”
“Whoa?”
“As in cease and desist. Put an end to the shenanigans. I might read books about alpha heroes but that doesn’t mean I dream of being forced into anything.”
His lips quirked upward in a suggestive smile. “You are very beautiful when you say whoa. Your lips round as if you are about to be kissed.”
He sure knew how to sweet talk a girl.
Then he opened his mouth again and ruined it. “You have questions. I will give you the answers in exchange for sex.”
“What? You’re nuts!” Maybe she’d clock him again just for being fresh and possibly insane. Would bashing his naughty bits get the dream man back in line, or would it just eliminate her chance of getting some pleasure out of this imaginary opportunity?
His mouth twisted with one corner tipping up while the other side looked entirely baffled. “If you will not agree to sex, then perhaps I will trade your answers for a kiss.”
“Answers for a kiss?” Not that it was a hardship. The nutjob excuse for a dream man was a pretty thing with his athletic body and striking eyes. And all that black hair, and he kissed like a devil... yum. Still, it would be fun to play along and keep her subconscious happy. “Just a kiss or do you mean a fire-breathing wonder like out in the hall?”
He shrugged. “One kiss, however you like.”
“Agreed, but I want one answer first as a show of faith.”
“Agreed. Which question do you wish answered?” He moved closer, close enough that the warmth from his body reached out for her.
Her body reacted to that heat. He was so sexy... had she ever had a man this attractive interested in her? With only two men between twenty and fifty living in Demon, she could safely say not lately. Were there even any men this hot in her whole county? Her stomach clenched, and she fought to remember what she should be saying or doing. What she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms. Could she be that wild even in a dream? The answer, sad as it was, was that she couldn’t jump him without at least getting to know him some first. “Who are you?”
His dark head descended toward her, while his arms circled and reeled her tight against his body. “I am called Meryk.” Then his lips captured hers.
Meryk’s kiss was much more in depth than his answers. The kiss brought her body alive and turned her mind to mush. He started off so sweet and almost tentative, but the moment she began melting against him, he deepened the kiss, parting her lips and tangling his tongue with hers. His locked arms should have been confining, terrifying, but instead his strength made her feel safe. With their bodies pressed so tightly together, there was no missing the fact that his family jewels were recovering fast.
END EXCERPT
Buy Hotter than Hell November 30th at Liquid Silver Books
Shannon
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