Windburn
Nightwing
Series
Book
Two
Juliette
Cross
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance/New
Adult
Publisher: Kensington
Publishing/Lyrical Press
Date of Publication: February 3,
2015
Number of pages: 91
Word Count: 35K
Cover Artist: Renee Rocco
In the Gladium Province, the
boundaries between humans and Morgons, the dragon-hybrid race, continue to blur
as a new generation surrenders to long-forbidden temptation…
Sorcha Linden does whatever she
wants whenever she wants, and no one can stop her. Least of all a man. After
all, they’re good for only one thing—warming her bed. But then she meets
Lorian, brother of Lucius Nightwing. Seductive and iron-willed, Lorian is
determined to melt her emotional defenses—and warm her rebellious heart.
The beast within Lorian longs to
cage Sorcha and mark her as his own. Forever. Yet the man within also longs to
protect her. When a stalker starts leaving Sorcha suggestive gifts with cryptic
messages bearing an ancient blood cult symbol, Lorian’s dragon side takes over.
With her life at stake, Sorcha can no longer deny the love they share. But when
evil tracks her into the night, will she be too late to claim it?
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Excerpt
Throughout our
discussion, Lorian hadn’t said a word. He tapped his forefinger on the
glass-top table, an agitated movement. There seemed to be a consensus of
agreement, whether he liked it or not. Finally, he stood and spoke, but not
about the name.
“Ground-breaking
for the site is tomorrow at ten in the morning. I expect you all there as news
teams will be covering it. I expect everyone on time.” A malicious glare at me.
“Dismissed.”
Willow and Belka
gave each other a questioning look, obviously wondering how our first meeting
lasted all of ten minutes. Like soldiers, we fell out toward the door. Fast.
“Ms. Linden. I’d
like a word with you.” Hard, grating words.
I swiveled,
catching Fallon’s sympathetic smile as he passed. Marching back, I stood in
front of Lorian. He said not a word, hard gaze meeting mine, towering above me.
Knowing he wanted privacy, Willow closed the door behind her.
I waited, back
straight, chin set at a defiant angle. I only came to the top of his chest, but
it didn’t faze me in the least. I imagined what it would be like to be covered
by all of that hard muscle. His biceps and forearms flexed from tension. Rather
than frighten, I longed to trail my fingers up them to see if he would relax
under my touch.
“Ms. Linden, you
came highly recommended, but don’t think because your best friend is married to
my brother I will be lenient with you. I expect my employees to be on time,
every time. Not one minute late. Not two seconds late. Am I clear?”
I bristled.
“Crystal. Am I dismissed, Mr. Nightwing?”
Sharp eyes
narrowed.
Oh, yes. He
caught the slight dip, the edge of sarcasm and defiance leaking into my voice.
Big boy didn’t like that. A wonderful shiver rippled down my body.
“And another
thing.”
“Yes?”
“Be sure you
take a shower before you show up for work.”
“What?”
“I can smell a
man on you.” He leaned forward, fury lining his face in hard edges. “And I can
smell everything you did with him last night.” Steely, steely words. Oh, he was
so pissed.
I’d forgotten
about ultrasensitive Morgon senses. Oops. I opened my mouth to make a snarky
remark, but what could I say? He was right. And though it was none of his
business, I still didn’t want Lorian knowing I’d had sex last night. Oh, hell.
Nor did I want the rest of the damn team knowing. No wonder the men were
looking at me as if they knew a secret. I’d just broadcasted to the lot of them
my extracurricular activities. Heat flared in my chest as embarrassment swept
through me, a sensation I rarely experienced. My attempt to transform going-out
Sorcha into professional Sorcha this morning did no good, because they still
knew I’d recently stumbled from another man’s bed. A flush of heat crawled up
my neck.
“My private life
isn’t any of your damn business, but I’ll be more sensitive to your animal
senses in the future.”
“My animal—?” he
stammered. His eyes narrowed, jaw clamping shut.
“Why don’t you just
stop sniffing around me?” He didn’t retreat when I edged into his personal
space.
“Trust me. If I
could toss you out the door, I would.”
“No, you
wouldn’t.”
I tilted my chin
higher, a clear challenge to Lorian. I tucked a loose curl behind my ear. His
intense gaze followed my hand, lingering on my cheek before landing on my lips.
I moistened them. Lorian’s whole body jerked as if he’d been slapped. Wild eyes
captured mine.
“Be at the
building site at ten sharp. Don’t be late or you’ll regret it.”
I leaned over to
grab my portfolio and bag, my breasts nearly brushing his arm, but he moved
just in time.
I whispered my
response. “I’m shaking all over, Mr. Nightwing. Something makes me want to be
late so I can see what kind of punishment you’d have in mind.” I shocked him
into silence, then gave him my best bedroom smile. “But I’ll be a good girl.” I
swished toward the door, feeling his eyes following every sway of my hips. “For
now.”
About
the Author
Juliette
calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her
imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in
creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education,
and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in
grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant
inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager,
she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious
settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only
longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.
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