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Happy New Year to you and all your readers. Thank you so much for hosting me
and helping me celebrate the release of my new book To Eternity, the second
book in the Timeless series.
I
hope those of you who enjoyed meeting Magnus and Sian in Timeless will enjoy
this next step in their story. I hope those
of you meeting them for the first time in To Eternity will want to find out
about their past in Timeless.
I
am presently in the process of writing Out of Time, Book Three in the series
and hope to have it completed this year.
To Eternity - wild beneath the moon
Book
Two in the Timeless Series
Blurb
For four centuries Magnus
has lived according to the dictates of the moon, his heart isolated by the
domination of his wolf nature. Now fate has brought the beautiful, independent
Sian to his house at Darnwell and their irresistible attraction has exploded
into a white-hot passion. Yet she is not wolf, and the time has come for her to
embrace the change. But once she completes the ritual and claims her place next
to Magnus, the rivals will appear on the horizon…
Excerpt
Confined for the time of the full moon in the small room
with the cage, he had found her fragrant, sensual lure tortuous. When she had
crouched on her knees to peer at him, all he’d wanted had lain beyond those
solid bars. In the hope of gaining surcease, he’d reached through to grab her,
scoring her forearm with a thick black claw. He’d sucked in a powerful blast of
her scent as she had cried out.
Another inch would have made her his.
He’d have held her close enough to tear off the garments
she’d worn and taken her. His damned wolf body would have reveled in the cure
for his painful need. The beast had no conscience to trouble it.
He gripped the rail at the top of the stairs, could see
nothing in the evening’s gloom but the vision of her sleek, pale beauty, the
silken flesh of her parted thighs, the springing auburn curls, the juicy heat
lodged within that promised bliss. A fresh hot spasm throbbed in his groin. His
body demanded he find fulfillment. How he had wanted her. He still did. She was
ripe to mate, ready to breed. He could taste her in the air. His seed would
fill her. Their cubs would be bold, clever, bright, and sleek.
“No!” Kicking off the rattan shoes, he dashed down the
stairs, along the corridor to the drawing room where he opened the secret
doorway below the window. He ducked through and dragged in a breath as he ran
along the terrace overlooking the lake. An icy thin slime of frost met his
feet. He skidded, regained his balance, then pelted down the path. He raced
onto the spikes of grass that yielded with the heat of his tread. Down the
slope, into the night, he bounded in an effort to escape the pain. The frigid
air cooled his ardor, exorcising the lust from his body with every breath he
inhaled.
A fragile, starlit lattice of ice stilled any movement on
the lake’s surface. He hurried across the causeway to the pagoda.
Each step on the boards of the jetty crackled
and crunched, snapping the delicate icy crust from the walkway. Inside, in the
gloom, he huddled in his robe on the day bed where he and Sian had first made
love in the flesh, what seemed like so long ago. Though the search for peace
drove him here, her scent still lingered to tease his senses. Memories of
peeling her from her cashmere business trousers stoked the embers of his
desire. He tried and failed to close off the recollection of her pleasure
cries. Tonight they powered through his body as they had that day, charging his
desire, tormenting his senses so he ached with a terrible longing.
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