The White Witch’s Legacy 3: Saige
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, witches, HEA]
Haunted by the curse of a tormented past, Damien Thorn doesn't believe love and a happily-ever-after is in the cards for him. A witch hunter and slayer who despises everything that has to do with witchcraft, he finds himself in a very uncomfortable situation when he has to help his adopted brother find his mate's sister, who happens to be a witch. Soon, just a sniff of Saige Callahan's peculiar scent has him panting after her and wanting things he vowed he would never want from any witch. Never did he expect to be drawn to her the way he is and he's determined to stay away from her, even if it killed him.
One look at Thorn's luscious physique has Saige convinced that she has to have him, even if it's just for one night.
But how can she even get close to him if he's determined to hate her at all costs?
Can she cast a spell on this jaded shifter to make him see that all witches weren't created equal?
A sudden movement in the bushes made her snap back to reality with a little jump. Biting back the sudden pang of fear, she forced herself to remain still and listen for a moment, but she didn’t hear the peculiar sound again. She expelled a breath of relief, realizing that her mind was probably playing tricks on her. In any case, it was perhaps time to get out of the water now. God only knew how long she’d been in here already. She hurriedly made her way to the riverbank, drying off and dressing in record time. But as she was gathering her belongings, she suddenly heard the movement in the bushes again.
Another jolt of fear coursed through her, and she had to force herself to tamp it down. It was probably just an animal passing by, or maybe the tree branches rustling in the breeze. Absolutely nothing to be afraid of. She hurriedly began to make her way back to the campsite, moving her feet as fast as she could and looking about her wildly despite her efforts to remain calm. She was still several feet away from the cabin when a low growling made her stop dead in her tracks.
Fear made her throat constrict like a closed-off tunnel when she noticed a pair of gleaming amber eyes peering at her through the darkness. The rumbling growl sounded again, louder this time, and then the owner of the eyes began moving closer toward her. The crunching of leaves under the creature’s feet resounded in her ears like firecrackers. She could tell it was advancing on her, but she still couldn’t make out its figure in the dim moonlight. She had no idea what it was, couldn’t decide whether she should turn and run or stand her ground and try to fight it off.
Instinctively she began moving backward, calculating her best options for escape as she did so. At that moment, the animal made a sudden pounce, and she finally got to see what it was in a thin glimmer of the moonlight—a humongous black cat. Shocked, she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. Without another thought, she spun on her heels and made to run in the opposite direction, but before she made even one step, the cat was in front of her again. What the hell? Is there more than one of them?
“Stay back!” she yelled, crouching to find something on the ground to defend herself.
The cat just growled again and began stalking toward her once more.
“Shoo! Get out of here!” she tried again, waving a stick she’d picked up. Still it came at her.
She backed up some more, inching away from the animal as cold dread settled in her stomach. Soon her back was pressed up against the trunk of a large tree, and the cat was right in front of her, its amber eyes piercing her in the darkness. What the hell was she going to do now? This creature could tear her to pieces in less than a minute.
“Nice kitty,” she whispered, her voice shaking under the stress of her fear. “Are you hungry? I ha-have food…W-would you like something to eat?” God, I must have lost my mind! Talking to a wild animal like it was a house pet was definitely sheer insanity.
Just when she thought it wasn’t possible for her to be any more petrified, the animal suddenly began shaking, and then something completely unbelievable happened—it transformed into a very large man right before her eyes. Saige’s heart immediately jumped from her chest to her throat, blocking off the scream she desperately wanted to let out.
The man cocked his head to one side, his amber eyes gleaming in the moonlight just like the black cat’s had, and whispered, “Don’t you know it’s not safe for little girls to go off into the woods all by themselves?”
That was the last thing Saige heard before she crumpled to the ground in a dead faint.
Within seconds, he closed the distance between them without even using his supernatural speed. He got to her just as she pushed the door to the cabin and made her way inside. He was right behind her, reaching for her arm and kicking the door shut with a resounding thud. Saige yelped and spun around in surprise, clearly unaware that he was so close. Not giving her a chance to recover, Thorn caught her to him, his strong arms holding her steady so she wouldn’t fall. Their eyes met and held, and in an instant, he could see an echo of the lust that had been plaguing him, swimming in her gorgeous hazel-brown gaze. The beast almost roared with satisfaction.
“I want you,” he told her, his voice a rough, grating whisper.
She gasped, her eyes going wide for a moment before her brows knitted in obvious confusion. He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard several times before she was able to speak. “Um…wh-what?”
He lowered his forehead so it was resting against hers, running his hands up and down her arms as he did so. “You heard me. I’ve wanted you from the second I got a whiff of your scent back in Crest Hill. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Dammit, woman, I need to have you.”
“B-but you said…I…I th-thought…” Her words came out in fits and starts, her puzzlement making it impossible to express her thoughts coherently. Thorn knew that he’d taken her by surprise, but at least she wasn’t saying no. God knew he would probably die if she did.
“Forget what I said,” he replied, his hot breath fanning her face as he pulled her even closer. “Forget everything except here and now. Except this.” Then his mouth was on hers, claiming her in a branding kiss that was both tender and forceful at the same time. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking into the hot, sweet depths as if his life depended on it. Leaning against the door for support, he let his hands slide down to cup her plush backside, crushing her slender body to his hard-muscled frame.
Saige moaned loudly as the hungry, passion-filled kiss continued indefinitely. Her knees were practically jelly by now, a potent desire pulsing through her body so powerfully that she could hardly keep herself upright. It was a blessing that he held on to her so tightly, although the sinful promise of his massive cock at full mast, pressing into her belly, was doing little to quell the need that was now consuming her. She twisted her head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss, her hands finding their way between them to caress the solid plane of his chest.
As soon as her slender hands slid over his pecs, Thorn groaned, pulling his head away from hers to break the kiss. He could smell her arousal now. She was wet for him. He knew she was. He didn’t need to ask if she wanted this as much as he did. In one deft move, he relieved her of the T-shirt that separated his skin from hers, baring her naked flesh to his hungry eyes. A lightning bolt of desire zinged through his hot blood, right down to the root of his cock, the moment he finally saw her lush curves completely bare.
“Fuck, you’re spectacular,” he whispered, bending to place butterfly kisses on her collarbones down to the soft rise of her plump breasts.
Saige whimpered, arching her back and throwing her head back. It was all the invitation Thorn needed to close his hot mouth over one protruding nipple, sucking on the hard tip gently before laving it with his tongue. Liquid heat rushed to the center of Saige’s body, pooling in her core and dripping from her pussy as his mouth worshipped her breast. By the time he switched sides, she was literally trembling in his embrace, her pussy clenching and releasing wantonly.
“Mmm, yes,” she cried softly, writhing against his mouth. “God, I need more. Please, more.”
Thorn straightened instantly, his amber eyes finding hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, needing to confirm that this was indeed what she wanted, even though her body had already given him his answer.
Saige licked her lips, her throat going dry under the withering heat of his lustful stare. She was helpless to look away, and she knew without a doubt that there was no turning back now. She wanted this—she wanted him. How or why didn’t matter two hoots. All she knew was that tonight, he would be hers.
Nodding slowly, she held his gaze with hers, refusing to look away even as the hunger she saw in its depths threatened to scorch her. “I’m sure,” she whispered finally. “I want you, Thorn.”
Instantly a low, feral growl erupted from Thorn’s chest, and he grabbed hold of her waist, spinning them around abruptly so that her back was against the door and his huge body was pressing her into it.
“You better hold on then, kitten,” he whispered against the crook of her neck. “’Cause there’s nothing I want more tonight than to be inside you.” With that, his mouth crashed down on hers again, his tongue delving inside to mate with hers.
Title: The White Witch’s Legacy 2: Eryn
Eryn Lancaster is grieving the loss of the only family she’s ever known, her grandmother Clarisse. She wants to sell their little business and move away from the village she has lived in all her life, in order to get over the pain of loss. Then a gorgeous business man walks into her little bookstore-cafe with an offer to purchase and turns her whole world upside down. But Eryn is in for the shock of her life when she finds out who she really is and just why Asher Valentino sought her out.
Ash is on a mission to help his brother's girlfriend, Raven, find her long lost sister, in order to defeat an evil sorcerer. But when he finally finds the enchanting beauty called Eryn Lancaster, the mission becomes the last thing on his mind. He wants her and he plans to have her by any means necessary. He plays a dangerous game of deceit by omission that almost gets him the prize he desires most, Eryn's body. But he soon learns that lies and lust could cost him the prize that he needs the most, her love.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Eryn knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn’t help herself. God knew it was very rare that such a fine specimen of manhood even passed by the threshold of this antiquated store.
Of their own will, her eyes traveled down from his face to peruse the rest of him, and she was not disappointed in the least. He was tall, at least a good foot or so taller than her petite frame, with lean muscles that spoke of strength without unnecessary bulk. She could only imagine how absolutely fantastic he would look without the black button-down shirt he was wearing. The long sleeves were cuffed to his elbows, the fabric stretching across his chest, and she imagined that, if removed, it would reveal sinuous muscles and not an ounce of spare fat on his frame.
“Hello?” the stranger said. His smooth as silk, raspy voice broke into Eryn’s reverie and snapped her back to reality. That’s when she realized that he was staring at her so intently that his gorgeous eyes were literally smoldering. Heat suffused her face in an instant, the fire in his eyes sparking a yearning within her that was totally unexpected. She blinked rapidly in a bid to pull herself together, and hoped to God there wasn’t actually drool oozing out of the side of her mouth.
“Oh! Um, yes, hello,” she stuttered in a rushed, breathy voice that made her blush as she heard it. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Please forgive my rudeness. You must be the gentleman that’s interested in purchasing the store, right?”
There was a slight pause and Eryn noticed a flicker of confusion cross his face, but it disappeared so quickly that she couldn’t really be sure. “Ah…yeah, that’s right! I came to take a look around,” he replied, almost as if he’d forgotten why he was here. That struck Eryn as odd, but she didn’t dwell on it, although it would be too bad if such a gorgeous man wasn’t altogether right in the head. She almost chuckled at that thought.
“Well then, right this way, please,” she told him, stepping aside to allow him to enter the small store.
He stepped across the threshold, his steps faltering almost imperceptibly as he did so. He quickly regained his equilibrium, though, making her wonder again if she was imagining things. He walked confidently into the cluttered room so she could close the door behind them. She watched closely as he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room several times before turning back to her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Asher Valentino,” he said with a devastatingly disarming smile.
He withdrew one slender yet strong hand from his pocket and leaned over to offer it to her. Eryn licked her unexpectedly parched lips before reaching out to accept his gesture. The moment he enclosed her small hand in his firm grip, heat shot up her arm and her whole body began to tingle with a sensation she’d never felt before in her life. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive, the hairs on her neck prickled, and her eyes flared with an awareness that was almost tangible. Utterly unnerved by the strange occurrence, she quickly pulled her hand out of his hold, offering a feeble, apologetic smile for any offense he might take to her response.
“Um, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Valentino,” she told him, then had to clear her throat when she realized how husky she sounded.
His smile remained in place, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to study her. “Oh no, Ms. Winthrop, the pleasure is definitely all mine. I must admit, though, you aren’t who I was expecting when I saw the name Clarisse Winthrop.”
Eryn froze for a second at the mention of her grandmother. It was still surreal to think of her in the past tense, but she took a deep breath and pasted as bright a smile as she could muster onto her lips. “That’s probably because my name isn’t Clarisse Winthrop. I’m Eryn Lancaster. Clarisse was my grandmother. This place belonged to her before she passed on.”
The minuscule widening of his eyes was the only indication that he was surprised by the information she had just shared. Then his face took on a look of genuine sympathy, compassion shining in the depth of his lovely eyes. “Well, Ms. Lancaster, please forgive my assumption. And I’m very sorry for your loss. Were you two very close?” he asked.
She should probably have been taken aback by the frank question, but somehow, it didn’t strike her as the least bit odd. Her lips curled in a sad smile and she turned away from him, not trusting herself to be strong in the face of the compassion she saw in his eyes. “Yes, actually. She was my only family. I lost my parents a long time ago.” She heaved in a huge breath in an effort to shake off the morose feeling that had enveloped her. “Anyway, Clarisse lived a full, happy life, so mourning for her would be pointless. Why don’t we get on with that tour you came for?”
He gave a rueful smile, acknowledging her wish to change the subject with a brisk nod. “Of course. Lead the way,” he told her.
Instantly, his hands found her drenched pussy and began to caress her. Then he was leaning down, his head settling between her spread legs and his mouth finding her hot sex. She quivered and moaned as his tongue swiped along the swollen slit of her opening, delving into her as it passed back and forth.
“Lift your blouse and fondle your breasts,” he commanded, easing his mouth off her pussy so he could speak. She quickly did as she was told, pushing her blouse up to expose her generous boobs and taking them into her hands.
“That’s it baby,” he whispered his encouragement. “Squeeze those tits. Make your pussy flood for me.”
She expelled a long, low moan as his mouth returned to her pussy and began the sweet, torturous licking again. She pinched and tweaked her nipples, then rubbed the sensitive tips with her palms. The sensations created by the cool wind wafting across her skin, her smooth palms gliding over her nipples, and Ash’s mouth sucking on her clit were almost unbearable, and soon she was writhing in pleasure on the hard surface of the hood. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed, liquid fire oozing out of the hot hole as Ash’s expert mouth pleasured her sex. She continued to stimulate her breasts with her fingertips, adding to the sensations already overwhelming her nerve endings. Soon Ash was pushing her legs even wider and, sliding his stiffened tongue in and out of her entrance in a maddeningly deep tongue-fucking.
“Damn, Ash! I want more,” she cried, releasing her breasts to thrust her fingers into his hair, not caring two hoots anymore who might hear or see her. “Please, baby, I need your cock.”
He didn’t hesitate to grant her wish, pulling back to gently drag her off the car by her legs as soon as he heard her desperate plea. “Turn around and bend over,” he told her, unsnapping his jeans as he waited for her to obey his command.
Her skirt still bunched up around her waist, she bent forward until the tips of her breasts touched the cool metal of the car. She gasped when she felt Ash spreading her legs wider to accommodate him between them and then his heavy cock was at her entrance, pressing forward to ease inside her body. She groaned as he slid into her slickness, his shaft stretching her pussy, causing a twinge of discomfort to the still-slightly-sore tissues.
“Oh God, yes!” she cried, loving the feeling of being stretched to capacity, completely filled with his massive cock.
“Feels good, huh?” he asked, his voice a breathless groan, as if he was barely hanging onto his control. “So goddamn good!”
Want to start from the top? Here’s a peek at Book 1
The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven
[Siren Allure: Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, witches, daemons, bondage, spanking, HEA]
When Xander Kane meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for them.
Raven embarks on a perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to love?
A Siren Erotic Romance
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Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few but the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.
She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. This her first paranormal series The White Witch’s Legacy. It promises to be an exciting trip into her wild imagination and she hopes her readers will enjoy the experience of taking a ride outside the ordinary with her.
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