Slivers of light illuminate her carriage. It’s as ancient as she is, black as this witching hour, and only moonbeams confirming its existence. High in(read more…)
Month: October 2016
This post comes to you as an unabashed plea for help! Paranormal Romance Lovers is currently running a 4-week competition for authors, in which a(read more…)
This week’s Sunday post is a little different to my usual story. In fact, I’m not featuring my story at all, but one belonging to(read more…)
I promised another extract from my latest novella, ‘Leanan Sidhe and the Wordsmith’. And I also promised it would be one that involved a scene(read more…)
Dear Diary, I’ve been in hotel rooms before, so what’s wrong with this one? Maybe it’s the room number. I mean, who would knowingly give(read more…)
The cases are still empty. You reminded me earlier that I need to pack, but there they sit, sad and waiting, because I am full,(read more…)
My breath catches in my throat, and my face burns from the inside out. He detects it somehow—the heat coming out of my mouth and creating steam in the air, his palm not as hot as my cheek. His voice rasps in my ear: “You’ve never been fucked there, have you?”
I pause; the heat in my face oppresses me. I manage to shake my head—an almost imperceptible motion, but it rubs against the trace of stubble on his chin, and I know he can feel it. His shower gel fills my nose, the scent of sandalwood invades my head. He fills me. And my gaze pulls away, finding something very interesting in the old piece of chewing gum on the floor. He leads me to a shallow alcove, pushing me against the tiled wall. The ceramic feels ice cold on my back, in stark contrast with the heat of my skin.
“I own you.” His eyes stare into mine, hard and sparking with lust. “You chose to meet me—you didn’t have to come; I’m your Master.