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ANGELS IN LOVE
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Repent in Love - Book 2
Death in Love - Book 3
"Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out."
Hard as hell—all the time—that’s Erac Dane.
From a mythical race of statues sculpted from bits of Stonehenge, he is cursed and has been trapped in his stony shell for twenty-five years. In a constant state of arousal, Erac watches and hears others have the woman he desires more than freedom. The clock strikes midnight and the curse ends—Erac vows to have what he wants.
Vena Waring’s never been happy with her choice of men. She thought Jason was the one, until he cheated on her. Now that he’s back in her life, can Jason accept what she is? Most of all can he accept the virile, rock hard, man who takes her to new heights, and wants to take Jason along for the ride!
STONE DEAD
Etah Dane is finally free and she is hell-bent on vengeance.
Cursed by a witch, she spent twenty-five intolerable years locked in her rock hard shell—aware of everything. Etah is Stonegar, a statue created using pieces from mythical Stonehenge. Like all of her kind, she’s proud of her constant state of arousal and her insatiable sexual appetite. One man who mysteriously watched, and sometimes caressed her stony form, set her blood on fire. Etah’s body aches to know him intimately.
Slander Weldon is a sculptor who experiences a frightening and life changing event. He’d unwittingly created a monster. Even his male lover, Grant Rawlins, didn’t believe him. Then he met Etah Dane. Not only does she know the truth, she stirs a latent and uncontrollable desire in him. Slander wants to have Etah—and he wants Grant to watch.
Can they survive Etah’s consuming need for sex and revenge—or will it tear their lives apart?
A. J. O'Donovan UK Trailhead
Voirey Linger US Trailhead
EXCERPT
No, Erac could never love her.
His thighs were thick and comfortable under her. Sometimes when she wriggled her butt to get comfortable, an electric shock went straight through to her core. Lately, it happened a lot. It embarrassed her how nice the bulge between his legs felt nestled against her ass. Yeah, I'm not getting enough sex. What the hell was wrong with her?
Relaxed and all cried out, she dozed off, but not before she whispered, "You always make me feel good."
* * *
Vena's eyes flew open and her head snapped up at a strange sound. It was dark with moonlight filtering through the oak trees that dotted the back yard. Damn, how long had she sat there sleeping?
Standing slowly, she stretched, letting her eyes adjust as she peered around. What time is it?
A twig snapped on the side of the house. Movement caught her eye and she turned in its direction. Holding her breath, she watched a dark figure emerge from the shadows.
"Hey, babe."
Hell, it was Jason.
"Damn it, jerk, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?"
"Why are you standing out here in the dark? It's damn near midnight. Guess that's why you didn't hear me ring at the front door. Where's the staff?"
"I gave them the night off." She ran a hand through her short hair and focused on the man in front of her. "I told you to stay away." As she walked across the yard toward the back door, the motion light flared bright and Vena flipped the switch so it remained lit. She returned to stand by the large tree.
Jason was gorgeous. His blond hair, always perfectly styled and in place, was mussed tonight. The black tee he wore stretched across his chest revealing taut muscles. He was a big man whose thighs were strong and hard. Jason worked out regularly and it showed. His over six foot frame was athletically toned and he turned many a female head when they were out together. Some men stole a second look too.
But tonight he was a mess.
"Why are you here?"
"Honey, don't." He stepped closer and she noticed he carried a plastic shopping bag. "I came over to talk, to tell you I'm sorry."
"God, what is it with you, with us? There's nothing left between us, Jason. Go home." Vena knew she didn't mean it. What was wrong with them, with her? He did satisfy her, she just wanted more of...of what?
"You don't mean that." He sat the bag down and reached in to pull out what appeared to be a ready-to-roast turkey. "Look what I bought. It's the only one I could find on such short notice that wasn't frozen." He placed the dripping package back in the bag.
"Have you lost your fucking mind?"
He stepped closer and grabbed her shoulders. "We haven't made love in a long time and I know you want me, Vena, you always want me."
His eyes darkened. It probably crossed Jason's mind to tell her she wanted him in that way too much and too often. After all, it's what sent him away.
"Damn it, I can't leave you alone, I can't stay away from you. It's like..."
His words drifted off and she smelled the alcohol on his breath. That explained everything.
"I'm calling the cops." She took her phone out, flipped it open and started to dial 9-1-1. Before she finished, he snatched it from her, slammed it shut, and hurled it across the yard.
"I need you." He shoved her into the tree and began feeling her breasts with rough hands.
"Jason," she pleaded. Vena wasn't sure what she begged for. She needed him bad but she wanted to talk, try to figure this out.
Pinned with her back against the large trunk, she jumped at the sound of a loud crash behind the tree. Jason, intent on freeing her breast, didn't seem to hear the heavy footsteps or the rustle of the shopping bag. Vena saw it coming from the corner of her eye. It slammed into Jason's head sending beads of bloody water onto her face and in her eyes, blinding her for a moment.
Jason slid into a heap on the ground.
She swiped at her face with her forearm and when she could open her eyes again, standing before her was a bare ass, naked man.
Holy crap!
It was...
Vena could tell by the length of his hair, the breadth of his shoulders, and the cut of his muscled stomach. His penis, normally just a bulge between his thighs, bobbed in the air. She stumbled back in disbelief.
Stepping over Jason, he caught her by the wrist, kept her from falling on her butt. Gray eyes stared, his chest heaved up and down.
"I...I..." His voice creaked like an unused, rusty door.
"Who the hell are you?" Deep in the recesses of her mind, in her heart Vena knew the answer before she even asked. She needed to hear him say it. Amazed at her calm, she gazed down his body, her eyes coming to rest on his thick cock. As they swept upward, she took in a myriad of lacerations, some fresh, crisscrossing his chest. By the time she reached his face, her breath came in rapid puffs.
"Erac," he croaked.
"This can't be happening." Her head shook back and forth, denying what she saw.
His hands moved to her shoulders and he drew her against his hard body, held her tight. He whispered, "Mine."
Surreal, everything moved in slow motion. It dawned on her she may have gone crazy. If lucky, she was still asleep.
"No one will ever hurt you again." His words came out harsh and strained. "I promise."
Unbelievable.
Behind him, Jason groaned. Thank God he was alive.
"A freaking statue just cold-cocked a man in my back yard with a fucking turkey." She glared up at him. "Tell me I'm dreaming."
Thunder rolled overhead and she looked up just in time to see a bolt of lightning streak toward them. It slammed into the tree and split it dead center, sending a shower of sparks in every direction. Erac snatched her behind him.
"What the fuck is happening?" Vena screamed above the crackle of flames. The smoke cleared and a shadowy figure emerged.
"Hello, daughter."
Oh shit!
STONE COLD
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Over two hundred pounds of store clerk leered at her from behind the counter licking his lips. “Well now, honey, how can I help you?”
At least he’s clean.
“Give me your shirt.”
“What?”
“I’m speaking English, I said give me your shirt.” Reaching over, she took hold of a handful of his top and hauled his ass across the counter, dropping him to the floor.
He glared at her, dumbfounded, from his knees. “Lady, you’re crazy.”
“I’m naked, I’m hungry as hell, and I’m not asking again. Shirt. Now.”
He unbuttoned it, shrugged it off his meaty shoulders and handed it over. Etah pulled the soft, warm material on and began to button it up. From his position on the floor, the clerk grabbed her around the knees and tried to take her down.
“You don’t want to do that.” Since he no longer had a top on, she grasped his thick forearms, and pulling him up, she settled his ass on the counter.
“What kind of freak are you? You on drugs or something?”
“I’m not a freak.”
But she was. To humans her kind would always be freaks. Abominations.
Etah was Stonegar, an ancient race of statues with the ability to come alive and take a human form. They were created unknowingly by sculptors who’d over the years ransacked and stole bits and pieces of stone from the site at Stonehenge and incorporated them in the completion process of their stone and statue creations.
Stonehenge was rumored to have mythical powers.
It was true.
There were millions of Gar, even cats and dogs, with hair the color of their creators. Hers was a Dane, big and blond.
One thing all Stonegar had in common was gray eyes.
Often when working with the coarse rasps or rifflers in the end stages of refining the hair or other detailed parts, sculptors cut themselves or an old wound would open allowing blood to seep into their material and from this the statues gained life.
Extraordinarily strong, Gar could best ten or more humans in a fight. They could assume their stony form instantly, preventing any damage to their living bodies. The only way to destroy one was to literally smash it to smithereens and scatter the dust to the four corners of the world.
Her kind had remained hidden for thousands of years because they were peace loving and stayed to themselves. A smile curled her lips at the thought of how many humans reported their precious stone works of art missing each year.
Often made in groups for sculpture gardens, they were also sold or stolen, in groups, so Gar were usually surrounded by family. Etah had two brothers and she knew exactly where one would be.
Once she got her bearings, she was heading for the bitch who cursed them. The first thought in her mind--make sure her family was safe. The second--kill the witch who ensconced them in stone for twenty-five fucking years. And any relatives she had. Make them suffer as Etah had, bound in her statue.
“See the guy over there,” she asked the frowning man she held immobile on the counter. She pointed to the drunk who tried to hide by wedging his slight frame between two soda dispensers. “Whenever he comes in here to piss, you let him. And feed him every day.” Grabbing the beefy clerk’s balls, she gave a hard twist. “That way I don’t have to come back.”
“Oww! I got it, lady.”
“Good.” She ignored the sound of the door swishing open behind her. “I’d really hate to hurt the family jewels.”
“Easy, miss, I think you’ve made your point.”
Etah swept around ready to attack. She met amber pools of light that held a hint of humor. His cheekbones were high in a hauntingly handsome face, and he had the complexion of well used porcelain, soft and creamy. A blue black ponytail hung over one shoulder to his chest and was tied off with a red ribbon!
Goody, a present just for me.
THE STONEGARS
SERVICED
Blurb
Ren Alsatian is no one’s seeing-eye dog but when he’s forced to care for a blind woman, the last thing Ren expects is the straight-laced librarian that reads him like a book. She fills his dreams nightly with page after page of raw sex between the dusty aisles. He wants to show her how to smell, touch and taste.
Marguerite Pinkston knows it isn’t going to be easy living with the service animal assigned to her. She dislikes dogs and this one comes with a handler whose husky voice and wild, sexy scent enflames her with visions of entwined bodies. If only she could see…
Ren teaches Marguerite a new way to see, and he shows her how to love dogs.
SHEPHERD’S WATCH
German Shepherd shifters--the Alsatian brothers, Ren, Wade and Max--are partners who run a protection/guard dog business...
They'll watch your back!
GUARDED - Book 2
PROTECTED - Book 3
STONE DEAD
coming 8/2/2010
SERVICED
Shepherd's Watch Book 1
Coming 8/5/2010
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