Dancing with the Devil
His eyes glitter like two dark stars, his mouth is a sensuous curl, and
they call him the devil—all but one.
Nightly she sinks into his cushioning embrace not being sure if he's a
saint or a sinner—a devil or an angel.
Their passion turns the small room into a flame-ridden cave where
ecstatic moans ripple from her lips and his muscled body glows in the
firelight. They risk their lives for the taste—the touch—the sexual frenzy
their bodies ache for until they finally fall into a deep and forbidding
love.
They are forced, day by day, to carry this secret in their hearts,
knowing that they may never escape their prison, but be forced to live in a
world of bondage and sadism—a world where pain and pleasure become one—a
world where domination can lead to damnation—and where enslavement can
be—forever!
Dancing with the Devil was previously released under a different
title and has been extensively edited and revised.
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
Genre: Erotic Dark Paranormal Romance
Length: 108,000 words
"Ideas can come from the strangest
places. It happened to me one night when
I was invited to a strip club and saw a
Devil dancing across the stage! His
handsome image haunted me until I filled
a book with his story. That gorgeous
dancer will never know that he was the
inspiration for my book,
Dancing
with the Devil." ~ Audrey
Godwin ~
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DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
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REVIEWS for Dancing with the Devil
4 Cups:
"Dancing with the Devil is one of those exceptional
stories that will send chills down your spine. Nothing is scarier than a crazed
old woman who craves youth so much she will dance with the devil. Fascinating
characters and a very intense dialog keep you on the edge of your seat from the
beginning. Set at a fast pace, you go back into time with Lorna Desmond as she
tries hard to reach for her youth through two young people. And each step brings
a chilling end. Spicy sex scenes top this thriller off, making it one story you
will want to read over and over again."
—Wateena, Coffee Time Romance
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STORY EXCERPT
Shania thought about the sounds she'd heard
the night before, and the voice that had come through the locked
door. He was tormented, desperate. Who was the real Devil around
here? The man, or the woman who had him locked up? Shania's eyes
lifted, and saw Dagmar studying her. “Dagmar, you're not crazy.
What's going on around here?”
Dagmar's dry old lips turned up in a
crooked grin. “You'll find out. Time you did, too. Now you pick
up that tray. You ain't a guest in this house no more, you work
to earn your keep.”
Realizing she had no choice, Shania picked
up the tray with trembling hands, then followed Dagmar as she
led the way up to the tower. When she reached the top, she
slowed. She remembered standing in front of this door the night
before, and knew it hadn't been a nightmare—at least not the
kind that came to her in her sleep. She held her breath as
Dagmar took the key out of her apron pocket and stabbed the
keyhole. What would she find behind the closed door? A maniac? A
crazed madman, perhaps? Instead she saw a man lying on the bed
splayed out, resembling a sexy centerfold. He looked spent, his
long, dark hair tangled around his face, his broad, muscled
chest heaving with life. His face almost took her breath away.
On one hand, the shadow of his beard gave him a virile, manly
aura, yet on the other his face was so perfect, so symmetrical,
that anymore delicacy would have made him too beautiful for a
man. His body was magnificent—muscled and hard. A thrilling
tingle buzzed through her when she thought of how he might feel
beneath her touch. This was the Devil? More likely he was a god.
* * * *
Lance opened his eyes when they came in,
and immediately noticed Shania. He sat up slowly, keeping his
eyes on her. His stare was bold as he assessed her frankly. He
gazed at her red hair, the color of firelight, and her bright
green eyes—large and enticing holding a starry glitter. They
weren’t wide and innocent as he might expect of one so young,
but had a certain laziness that caused a burn in his groin. Her
face, creamy and dimpled, her lips soft and pink—so very
inviting, and strangely erotic. Moist like the petals of a rose.
When he saw how well she filled out the top of her halter, he
was reminded of how long it had been since he'd been with a
woman.
Suddenly he was in another world—a world
where they both lay on a bed of tangled sheets. Oh, God, how his
mouth tingled at the heavenly sight of her full young breasts,
heavy and round, and budded with pink nipples. Firm, they were,
firm, taut, and waiting. Oh, God, he was hungry, so hungry for a
woman.
This one, he thought as he looked
into her steamy emerald eyes then shifted to her perfect lips,
would do so nicely.
As he mounted her in his fantasy, parting
her young thighs, he became ridiculously hard. So hard he could
feel himself growing into the soft cleft between her legs—so
very close to the hot, pulsing sheath that would surround his
cock. His skin tingled as he ran his hands over her velvety
smooth body, wanting so badly to enter her and begin the mad
push and pull until he was wickedly satisfied…
Suddenly he was jolted back to reality when
his gaze moved downward and he saw scars on her naked midriff.
For one crazy moment he thought he’d hurt her. “Oh, God…I…”
“I was running through the woods,” she said
timidly when she saw him staring. “I must've fallen.” She
indicated to the tray. “I brought your breakfast. You look kind
of hungry.”
“Yes—hungry,” he said, knowing she must
have been the one at the door the night before. Reaching out to
take the tray, he lightly touched her, then boldly moved to wind
his fingers around hers beneath the tray. Their eyes met, each
remembering their encounter the night before. Now the touch they
shared beneath the door meant so much more. She'd sounded
frightened, unsure of herself. Apparently she wasn’t part of
this household. Part of the insanity that was running rampant
through it. If she didn’t leave there must be a reason. Maybe
she was like him—held against her will!
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
(SIREN) |
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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