Adult Excerpt: "Brimstone Blues (Brimstone Vampires 2)"

Wednesday, March 14, 2012
This is an adult excerpt from my book "Brimstone Blues (Brimstone Vampires 2)" available from Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/brimstone-blues

Blurb:


[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, HEA]

Taz thought learning she’s a vampire, surviving attacks on her life, and falling for sexy Matthias were difficult. Can life get any crazier? Haunted by a devastatingly familiar phantom voice, Taz struggles to cope with new bombshells and the painful loss of Matthias’s cousin, Rafe.

As she forges ahead, Taz knows her heart belongs to Matthias. What she doesn’t know is yet another betrayal from where they least expect it lies around the corner. When they all travel to London to carry out justice for Rafe, Taz finds herself in a fight not just for her life, but for her sanity. With the mysterious, lupine-like Others showing no signs of dropping their pursuit of her, Taz struggles to find her way. Fortunately, she has Matthias by her side.

Unfortunately, she has to conceal her painful secret from his grandfather, Tobias. But even worse...she's got a wedding to plan.

Note: This book has been extensively revised. It was previously published with another publisher.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Adult Excerpt:


“Did you want to try this?” He hefted the sword.

She thought about it and shook her head, remembering the last time she held it. “No. Not right now. It’s too soon.”

“All right, love. Let me put this away and we can take a shower.” He turned to put the sword away, and that’s when she noticed the panel in the back of the cabinet concealing a secret compartment. He carefully wiped the sword down, then placed it inside the compartment and locked it.

“Why don’t you have regular exercise equipment here?”

He shrugged and started to say something, but she caught the tail end of his thought. “You and Rafe used to practice in here?”

“Yes. We always have a gym at the offices, so that’s easy enough to access. Rafe and I frequently blew off stress in here. Sometimes you get to a point where it’s all that will suffice.”

“Want to spar with me?”

“Darling, I don’t want to hurt you—”

He landed on his back on a mat five feet away, Taz standing over him with a smile on her face. “Cut the crap, Matthias. You know full well what I’m capable of.”

He climbed to his feet, a wary eye on her. “You caught me off guard, cara.”

She stepped back a few feet, kicked off her shoes, and motioned him to her. “Come on. Take your best shot, big guy.”

“Taz, I don’t think—”

“Do it, Matthias.” She didn’t think she imagined his blue eyes shifted to an inky, deep-midnight color at her challenge.



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Matthias didn’t want to, but knew he had to appease her. Something in her needed this. Even her eyes had changed color from a vibrant green to a deep, dark emerald.

They faced off and he tried to take it easy, but after she threw him for the third time, it was obvious she wasn’t holding back. If he didn’t stand up to her, she might accidentally hurt him. He sensed her pain, her grief, her rage, carefully guarded but bubbling below the surface, and she needed to get it out of her system. She needed to release the pressure somehow.

Praying he didn’t go too far, he attacked, barely managing to throw her to the mat. She jumped to her feet almost faster than he could prepare for the next onslaught. She savaged him for over twenty minutes. He didn’t let her have the advantage—it was all he could do to stay on his feet against her. Then he spotted her tears, hot and heavy, and when he had a chance he threw himself at her and wrapped his arms tightly around her, sweeping her legs out from under her, both falling to the mat. She briefly struggled, sobbing, and then she collapsed against him and cried.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He held her, rocking her in his arms as she wept, soothing her.

Eventually she relaxed, clutching at him, sniffling occasionally. “How can you put up with me?”

“I love you, cara.” He gently brushed the hair out of her face. “I am the lucky one. You still want to be with me after the hell I’ve brought you into.”

She sat up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He smiled. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I think we need to spend more time in here together. It’s a great way to release built-up tension. This is why I have this room. There’s something about sparring that is emotionally satisfying, where simply exercising is not.”

She nodded.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“A little better.”

“Want to try the swords?” She shook her head and he clarified. “The practice swords.”

“I’m not trained in that. I only dabbled a little.”

He stood and helped her to her feet. “That’s all right.” He took two of the bamboo training swords from the cabinet and handed her one. “Just do what I do.” He assumed a stance. “Yoi!”

She mimicked him.

“Good.” He slowly worked through the form with her. As with other skills in her life, she was a quick study. Within twenty minutes, they were slowly, gently sparring with the practice swords. When they finished the first round, he straightened and nodded. “Want to try it harder?”

A sly smile swept across her face. “You talking about the practice swords?”

He grinned. “Maybe. Maybe not. One more round, and then we can go upstairs.” Her mood had shifted, lifted, lightened. This had done her a world of good, he sensed.

“Okay.”

“Yoi!” They picked up the pace. Matthias allowed her no quarter. At one point, he thought he had her cornered when she slipped past him, wheeled around and pinned him to the wall, her eyes blazing, breathing heavy.

He held up his hands in surrender, smiling. “Match to you, my love.”

She dropped the practice sword and threw herself at him. He caught her and they fell to the mats. He rolled her on top of him and worked on her shirt buttons while she devoured his mouth. She shrugged her shirt off, and he helped free her of her bra, cupping her breasts in his hands and sucking her nipples, moving from one to the other while she moaned with need.

“Do it, Matthias,” she hissed, clasping his head to her chest.

He rolled her onto her back and worked his way down her body, quickly parting her from her slacks and underwear. When she was naked, he took his time, gently spreading her legs and bending to her pussy, his tongue flicking at her clit. He slowly teased and tormented her body, refusing to be rushed. With his hands clamped firmly on her hips to prevent her from dislodging him, he wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and flicked at it with his tongue. He held her that way for a while, bringing her close and backing down again, alternating sucking her clit with fucking her with his tongue until she finally wrapped her fingers in his hair.

“Please!” she begged.

He chuckled. “Of course, cara.” He increased his efforts, his swollen cock throbbing and desperate to be buried inside her wet pussy. Drawing sharp gasps from her, he quickly brought her to climax.

Shimmying out of his pants, he finally plunged his rigid cock inside her, thrusting, his mouth taking possession of hers again. Her fingers dug into his back and pulled him tightly against her. He slipped his arms under her legs and lifted them, giving him deeper access as he stroked his cock inside her, feeling his release building.

“I love you, Taz,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. “You’re the only woman I ever want.”

“Then take me, big guy, because I’m all yours.”


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