Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Savage Retribution

Enjoy the Heat. Survive the Chase...
Coming February 19
Samhain Publishing


An animal rights activist is about to get a crash course in werewolves. One she may not survive.

Lone Irish werewolf Declan O’Connell has lost everything—his family, his clan, even his freedom—to his arch-rival, Nathan Epoc. The head of an underground werewolf clan and a brilliant scientist, Epoc plans to use Declan to create a super-wolf, a creature capable of shifting the balance of power in the lycanthrope world. But Epoc’s plans are about to be thwarted.

Regan Thomas, a determined animal rights activist, rescues what she thinks is an ordinary wolf from his notorious animal testing facility in Sydney, Australia. She gets more than she bargained for when the wolf turns into an extremely hunky, extremely naked man who immediately drags her into a world where the clash between two opposing werewolf clans could spell the end of humankind.

Declan has survived without a clan for more years than he cares to remember, but sexy Regan stirs up all his fierce, alpha-wolf instincts. Now Declan has one last chance at revenge. But can he keep Regan alive, and resist the overwhelming attraction between them, long enough to stop Epoc?

Summer in Australia has never been this hot… or this dangerous.

Unedited Excerpt

The kiss was gentle. Almost hesitant. He felt the apprehension still holding her, but he felt something else. Something more powerful. A longing to be released of the memory. A desire to create a new one. A smoldering passion surging through her blood. As it did his.
He opened his mouth, the touch of her tongue against his teeth like a surge of raw energy, charging his body with concentrated need. He buried his hands in the tumble of her hair, pulled their bodies together. She fit so well between his legs, her hips pressed to his inner thighs, her soft mound brushing his stiffening shaft. He took her tongue deeper into his mouth, reveling in the way she tasted, the way she felt.
Her hands smoothed up his back, her palms like mist on his fevered flesh. She traced his spine down, fluttered her fingertips along the waistband of his borrowed boxers. Hot blood flooded his groin at the contact, his cock growing full and heavy. Its stiff length nudged the warm junction of her thighs and a deep moan sounded in her throat.
Nails scoring a wickedly delicious path back up to his shoulders, as if to hold him a prisoner in her embrace, she broke the kiss, green eyes heady as she looked into his. “You scare the shit out of me, Declan O’Connell.”
“You scare the shit out of me, Regan Thomas.”
Regan chuckled, dragging her hands from his shoulders, under his armpits to flatten her palms on his chest. She captured his nipples, rolling them gently between her fingers as she pushed her sex closer to his. “Well, at least we’re even then.”
He shook his head slightly. “Oh, no, Regan. There’s nothing remotely ‘even’ about this relationship. When it comes to the balance of power, you have me firmly in the palm of your hand.”
One of Regan’s eyebrows arched and her lips—those extremely kissable lips—twitched. Eyes holding his, she shifted slightly, sliding one hand down his torso, past the elastic band of his boxers to enclose his rigid cock in a snug grip. “This hand?”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “That would be the one.”
“Hmmmm.” Her thumb rolled over the head of his cock and he pulled in another breath, heartbeat tripling. “Best not be letting my power go to waste then.”
She pushed him backward, her other hand smoothing over his stomach as he stretched out on the chaise. With almost tender fingers, she traced the line of his scar, the hideous mark left by Epoc almost two years ago. He closed his eyes, her touch like a feather on the violent path. It soothed him. Dulled the angry burn of his side. When her lips brushed the white, jagged line of scar tissue, when she touched it with the tip of her tongue, his breath caught in his throat and his hands fisted the cushions.
So much of his life was about pain, and here was a creature wanting to take it away. The pain, the heartache. With a kiss…
Her tongue traced the scar. From its knotted starting point in the dip of his navel, to where its ragged path disappeared behind the thick thatch of his pubic hair. And still she didn’t stop. Her lips continued their journey, nibbling a steady trail over the black curls, the hand gripping his cock slowly pumping up and down as her tongue flicked at its wide, swollen base before moving on to his balls. She licked one then the other, drawing his right nut into the wet, warm well of her mouth.
A rolling tsunami of searing heat spread through his body, stealing his breath and making his heart pound. “Jesus, Mary!”
Regan’s tongue curled and flicked and licked at his balls. Her fingers stroked his cock, the organ so hard he felt its veins coursing with eager blood. Damn, it felt good. So good he thought sure he was going to come. Or transform.
Control it, Dec. If you change now…
The beast roared. Denied. Hungry for the pleasure Regan would bring.
He dug his nails into the softness of the cushions, wishing—wanting—them to be the softness of Regan’s breasts or thighs or butt, but knowing if he so much as touched her he would come. Fuck, he was going insane. Driving mad with desire, lust and agony. His side burned like fire, his blood sang like demons. His cock felt like a pillar of steel…
… and then Regan’s lips closed over its tip and it felt nothing like steel. It felt like existence. Scorching, consuming existence surrounded by Heaven. Hot, wet, sucking Heaven.

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