
TRINITY MAGIC
Draped in a newly mortal form, Arleigh
Donovan believes she possesses the ability to kill men with love--a
throwback to roaming through centuries as a beautiful and powerful faery,
the Leanan Sidhe.
When Ryder Kendall magically appears in a Caindale cottage
on Trinity Island, the enticing but lunatic stranger is the last thing
Arleigh needs.
Ryder offers a temptation almost impossible to resist, but succumbing
to her desires might kill him.
When Ryder's pulled out of the modern world
and dropped into 1639, he finds the woman of his dreams, but Arleigh might
be a little crazy. Add into the mix an array of whimsical faeries, a
charismatic and dangerous rival who happens to be immortal, kidnapped
"nieces", and the everyday horrors of 1639, and Ryder's got more problems
than he can handle.
But his biggest problem is convincing the woman he loves
she won't kill him with sex.
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Sensuality Rating:
SCORCHING
Genre: Erotic
Paranormal, Time-Travel Romance
Length:
135,200 words
"I came
upon the tale of the Leanan Sidhe one day and wondered how she'd react if
she were suddenly mortal and fell in love. How would she deal with the man
of her dreams knowing her curse could kill him?"
~ Amber ~
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TRINITY MAGIC
ISBN:
1-60601-254-1
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ADULT EXCERPT
“I like to kiss,” Ryder said. “You’re going to have to
get used to it.”
“I don’t want you to kiss me. I just want you to take
me.”
“We’ll play your game another time. I’d like our first
time to be more memorable. I’m planning on having a future with
you. We’ve lots of time for sex games.”
“There is no future with me,” she whispered.
“Oh, believe me, honey, there’s a future. For all your
protests, you want me pretty bad. I’ve never seen a woman get so
hot so fast.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Arleigh murmured. His
lips tried to find hers again, but she twisted in his arms.
“Don’t make it harder for me. I’ve no way to stop you and no way
to change things. If you want me, take me. Don’t make me want
you. Don’t make me miss you.”
A choked sob tore from her, and she clenched her fists,
her body stiff against his. He would have to pry her thighs
apart with a crowbar. He would have laughed if the situation
hadn’t gone from bad to worse. Tears streamed down her face, and
it broke his heart.
“I’m not just taking you, Arleigh. I’m not a rapist.”
“No one will see it as rape.”
“You will. That’s not how I want to begin our life
together. Nothing is going to happen between us without your
consent. I want to fuck you, but it isn’t enough.”
“There will ne’er be more, Master Kendall,” Arleigh
whispered. Tears pooled in her eyes and slid down her cheek. “If
you want me, take me, but there’s a price to be paid.”
“I’m sure you’re worth any price,” Ryder said softly. He
gathered her chemise and pulled it up over her shoulder. His
hand followed the curve of her arm down to her hand, and he
twined his fingers around hers. “I’m not going to lie. I want
you. I’ve wanted nothing else since you materialized in the
middle of my front yard.”
A small moan tore from her lips, and her body trembled
under his hands.
“I want to lick every inch of your flesh and kiss that
mouth of yours until you can’t breathe. I want to slide into
your pussy and fuck you until neither of us can move.”
Her body swayed against his, and her voice exploded in a
violent whisper. “Oh, God, don’t talk like that.”
He pressed his mouth against hers. “It’s going to be damn
good between us, Arleigh, but I’m not going to take you against
your will. I can wait till you’re ready. Till you want it, too.”
She stiffened, and her stare snapped with a sudden
viciousness. “Can you wait ’til the end of time, Master
Kendall?”
The little fairy princess had a royal bitch inside. “Oh,
I can pretty much guarantee you’re going to beg for it before
that,” Ryder snarled. “You don’t need to be so surly. We’re
trapped in this house together, and I think we should try to get
along.”
“We’ll get along fine if you leave me alone and keep your
hands to yourself. Getting along does not give you a license to
touch me.”
Ryder stared at her hard. The anger that roared through
his body surprised him, but the words that shot from his mouth
shocked him.
“I don’t believe I need a license to touch you, Arleigh.
I think that pretty much comes with my ownership. You’ve
conveniently pointed out no one will see it as rape.”
Arleigh’s eyes widened. Her little nasty streak suddenly
took a different turn, and her fear resurfaced. Too bad. She
should have kept her bitchiness to herself.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “I think I will take you
tonight. With or without your consent.”
“You can’t change your mind!”
“I do it all the time. As your master, I’ve decided to
take advantage of the fringe benefits. Take off that rag you’re
wearing.”
A horrified look sparked in her eyes. He wondered what
the hell was wrong with him and how he could so blatantly
frighten a young woman, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
And he never stopped her.
Arleigh caught her lip between her teeth. Her eyes
fluttered downward. The sight of her sudden surrender made his
heart stutter. When she began to unlace the strings of her shift
with shaking hands, he wondered how long he would let her
suffer. She shouldn’t have been so bitchy. He had been going to
let her off the hook, but now, well, now he was pretty much
going to make her pay. He’d let her go in a little while but
enjoy her discomfort while he had it. His dick rose in
anticipation of the sight of her. He would pay for it later.
She shrugged the shift off her shoulder, and her gaze
darted to his. “Keep going,” he said.
“You’ll die,” she whispered.
“We all die.”
“I mean tonight,” she said.
“Is that a threat, Arleigh? Planning to kill me in my
sleep?”
She shook her head. “I won’t need to. You’ll just die.”
“I’ll risk it. Take it off.”
The shift slid downward and dropped to her hips. Ryder
sucked in a breath. One breast, pert with her youth, tight, the
rosy nipple hard and swollen, jutted toward him eagerly. The
other breast was hidden by a veil of hair. He swept it over her
shoulder and took a step away. She wouldn’t look at him. He
reached toward her, and she flinched when he hooked his finger
into the fabric at her hips. He counted to ten, prolonging her
agony, watching her face twitch in anticipation then gave a
little tug. The chemise fluttered to the floor. He was glad her
eyes were closed. The sight of her nearly overwhelmed him. She
was the most breathtaking thing he’d even seen.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She was a small woman, but the curves sweeping her body
were sensuous, pure female, gentle swells that enhanced the
fragility of her tiny body. The perfect globes of her breasts
rose high and firm above a tight abdomen and the contours of her
hips. Her flesh held a girlish innocence that had nothing to do
with her youth. Her pale skin had a rosy tint, perfect, not a
blemish, not a scar. It amazed him to find such perfection,
considering the life she must have led. He silently thanked
Stephen for taking such good care of her. Her hands clenched
against her thighs, long, lean muscles that tensed in her fear.
Between her thighs a small thatch of russet curls glistened with
moisture.
He struggled to keep the awe from his voice.
“Turn around, Arleigh.”
She didn’t argue. She turned slowly, and his gaze
wandered over the long strands of deep red hair, down to where
the curls swept the curve of her lower back. Her ass swelled
taut and firm, not overly generous, but still full and rounded.
He would be able to cup it in his hands. He moved closer and
placed one hand on her. Her skin was so smooth. He ran his hand
over the soft swell, cupping her for a moment then he swept his
finger slowly between her cheeks. She clenched her muscles
against the invasion, and her breath hissed from between her
teeth.
He laughed softly. “Nice butt, Arleigh, but I’m sure
you’ve heard that before.”
Her fists flexed. The little wench wanted to deck him.
She trembled with fear, but her feisty nature still had a little
control. He was glad he hadn’t made her cower. She was a brave
little thing. He circled around her body, inspecting every inch
of her, watching her face and the way each muscle in her body
tensed, clenched, or otherwise tried to repulse the touch of his
stare.
“You’re quite the package, a nice piece of ass. Almost
everything I’ve ever wanted, all wrapped into one woman.”
“Almost?” she whispered.
“I could do without the bitchiness.”
“I wouldn’t be that way if—”
“And the backtalk. You have an argument for everything.
I’m beginning to think you had Stephen wrapped around your
little finger. Those days are over, honey, so you better get
used to it. I’m in charge now. Look at me.”
Her gaze drifted up to his.
“Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
“What’s the difference?”
“The difference is what you get out of it,” he said. “I
can take what I want, or I can take you to heaven. It’s your
choice.”
“I don’t want to do it at all,” she murmured.
“Objection noted but overruled. Here or the bedroom? I’ll
give you the choice.”
Arleigh’s gaze drifted around the keeping room then
closed wearily. “Here is fine.”
“The wall, the table, the floor? Have any preference?”
She shook her head.
“Unlace me.”
Arleigh’s eyes shot open filled with horror. She shook
her head furiously and darted away from him. He grabbed her arm
and spun her around, pulling her tight against him.
“You don’t take orders very well, do you? We’ll have to
do something about that.”
“Please, Master Kendall.”
He dropped his arms and took a step away. “Unlace me,
Arleigh.”
“I don’t want to.” A glimmer of fire flashed in her eyes.
“How far do you intend to take this charade?”
“All the way, baby. And for your information, I don’t
play charades. I’m more of a Scrabble man. Better get down to
business. I’m growing impatient with your dawdling.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulders. Her eyes filled
with a lively spark, and a haughty superiority flashed in the
green depths.
“And I’m growing impatient with your arrogance. What
makes you think you can inspect me like chattel? Who do you
think I am that I will allow this pitiful attempt at lovemaking?
You’re a swaggering overbearing tyrant, and I want you to leave
my house.”
“The hard way then,” Ryder said.
He swept her up in his arms. The feel of her bare skin in
his hands was intoxicating. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re going
to the bedroom. And it’s still an invitation. The way I see it,
Arleigh, you want it as much as I do.” He slid his hand between
her legs and ran his fingers across the soft moist folds. “Your
pussy is wet. Hard to deny you want me.”
“You’re wrong!”
“I’ve been wrong from time to time, but not about this.”
He slammed his mouth over hers and forced her lips apart.
When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, Arleigh moaned and
pulled it deeper, sucking on him with a need that turned his
erection into a rock. He took advantage of her preoccupation and
carried her into the bedroom. He dropped with her to the
mattress.
He listened to her sputter and fume while he unlaced his
pants. She tried to scramble from the bed, but one push and she
fell back. If her strength matched her determination, he would
be in serious trouble.
“You’ve got a lot of balls for a woman in your position.
I admire that. Another woman would have spread her legs and
accepted it. I’m going to forgive your impertinence and
sassiness tonight because—”
“You’re going to forgive me? That’s the most ludicrous
thing I’ve e’er heard!”
Ryder laughed. “You haven’t heard my story yet. Shut up
and lay down, Arleigh. You’re going to like it. I’m good at
this.”
“I can’t. You shouldn’t. You don’t understand—”
“I understand this.”
He pushed her down again and stretched out beside her. He
slid his hands between her legs, and Arleigh gasped. She was hot
and damp, ready and eager for him, but she froze under his hand.
Her pussy was so wet she could not deny she wanted it. He simply
had to get around whatever blockade she’d built in her own mind.
“You want it,” he said.
“No,” she breathed.
“Don’t lie to me.”
He put his knee between her thighs and forced her legs
apart. He pulled his cock out of his breeches and swept it over
her soft folds.
“Open your legs farther, Arleigh.”
She moaned and clenched her thighs around his.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you, but you need to loosen
up.”
“I can’t.”
“Well, the hard way got harder,” he said. He spread her
legs apart, and she moaned. When she tried to pull them
together, he squeezed her thigh. “Stop. We’ll pretend you don’t
want this if it makes it easier for you, but I don’t want to
bruise you, and I sure as hell don’t want it to hurt. I want you
to like it, Arleigh. Kiss me, honey. Say anything you want if it
makes you feel better, but show me how you really feel.”
Her hands slid up his arms, digging into his flesh.
Somewhere in her mind, Arleigh may have wanted to stop it, but
her body definitely had other ideas. Her arms draped over his
shoulders, and one hand curled around the back of his neck. When
he bent toward her, she wet her lips in anticipation, and when
his mouth touched hers, a blaze of fire shot through him. Her
tongue plunged between his lips and swept inside eagerly. Her
hips lifted toward him.
He nestled against her, and his cock reveled in the
feeling of her soft hair and the smooth wet skin that seemed to
swell at the pressure of his body. Their kiss deepened and her
tongue reached toward his throat. Her hips pushed against him,
and she wiggled. He ran his hand beneath her and touched the
smooth mounds of her bottom. She tore her mouth from his and
pushed her face against his shoulder.
“Just take me,” she whispered.
“You’re an impatient wench. Stephen must not have been a
very good lover.”
“He was nicer than you are,” she said.
“You’re in my hands now, Arleigh, and sex has nothing to
do with niceness. We have all night. Do you want to touch me?”
She shook her head against his shoulder.
“Don’t go shy on me, wildcat. Give me your hand.”
When she tightened her arms around his neck, he reached
up and pried her hand loose. He pulled it between their bodies
and flattened it against his cock. He searched her eyes in the
darkness. The clear green glittered in what small amount of
light filtered in from the other room. She looked a little
scared but also filled with something that looked like
curiosity. When her fingers curled around him, she sighed, and
he thought he might explode.
“You’re very soft,” she said.
“Not exactly what a man wants to hear.”
“I mean the skin.” A blush stole over her face. “Softer
than the finest velvet. The rest is very big, very hard.”
Ryder laughed. “Much better for my ego.” He nuzzled his
face into her neck and heard his name drift toward him on a soft
sigh. “What, baby?”
“I can’t do this any longer. Please finish it.”
“Are you scared of me, honey?”
“No, but I don’t want to enjoy it. I don’t want any
memories. I want it o’er. Take me, Master Kendall. I can feel
what you want.”
“What do you think I want, Arleigh?”
She sighed. “You want to drive into me, hard, fast, deep.
You want to feel my heat surround you, slide your cock into the
moisture that fills me. You want to revel in the pleasures of
the flesh, in the ecstasy that comes with the motion. And when
the pleasure reaches its peak, you want to spill your seed into
me in a flood of spent desire. What are you waiting for, Master
Kendall? I’m hot. I’m ready. I’m wet. And I’m willing.”
Ryder gulped. She seemed to be playing a new game with
him, but he wasn’t going to win.
“Christ, Arleigh.”
“Are you waiting for an invitation? Then take me, Master
Kendall.”
She wrapped her legs around his and pushed her hips up.
She pulled his face down to lock her mouth against his, and he
snuggled between her legs. His mouth lingered on hers for a
moment then he pulled away. He watched her face tighten and her
eyes close. When he pushed into her, he got the surprise of his
life.
“Fuck!” He rose up on his elbows, and her eyes flew open.
“Jesus Christ, Arleigh, why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin?”
SIREN SEX Rating
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SENSUAL:
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
audience (BookStrand) |
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STEAMY:
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand) |
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SIZZLING:
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
readers (SIREN) |
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SCORCHING:
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN) |
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SEXTREME:
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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SIREN BOOK LENGTH
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NOVELLA:
15,000-25,000
words |
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NOVEL:
25,000-55,000
words |
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FULL
NOVEL: 55,000-80,000
words |
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PLUS
NOVEL:
80,000-100,000
words |
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SUPER
PLUS
NOVEL:
100,000-140,000
words |
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HUMONGOUS
NOVEL:
140,000+
words |
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