As he undertakes a journey through a fevered landscape of lush promise and supernatural danger, he knows only one thing - that he must somehow find the unknown woman who holds the key to his soul. Ashbless paints vivid pictures of strange lands.
When Veraine stumbles into the sadomasochistic clutches of the revenant Rani Mirabai, I could see, feel, even smell her haunted, decaying palace. The luxurious and colorful city of the Harimau comes alive when viewed through the eyes of desert-reared Myrna. And the sex never takes second place to the plot twists, which is always the danger with this type of erotica genre.
It had him tied in knots, snapping at her when he felt guilty about it a split-second later, unsure what the fuck was wrong with him. He led her to the river, positioned himself on a log beneath a tree on the right side of the grassy area, and leaned back against the broad trunk of the pine.
She lifted the camera to her face and swung it in all directions, diligently keeping it away from him.
The morning mist curled playfully around her boots as she did whatever the fuck she was doing. He had never taken a picture in his life, had no clue what she was looking for through the lens. Whatever it was, she seemed to find it when she moved to the other side of the grass, to the trees near the cabin there, and hunkered down, going incredibly still. Rath tried to do the same, but his right leg twitched and he tapped his fingers on his knee as he watched her.
She stayed perfectly still for close to an hour, and then stood and lowered the camera to her hip. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, pushing her breasts outwards, pulling her thick jacket tight across them. His cougar side growled at the vision of her, growing restless as he studied her, and he tapped his knee harder. When she turned his way, lowering her arms, he averted his gaze, locking it on the river. The sun was rising higher, clearing the mist now. He basked in it, letting the warmth wash over him and soak into his dark clothing, and distract him from her as it roused his love of lazing in the sunshine.
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Gods, the thought of long days spent stretched out in the sunshine had him aching for it to roll around quicker. She smiled down at him. Her hazel eyes sparkled and he could see in them that she had meant her words, and she thought his valley was beautiful.
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It was, and it was probably even more beautiful to someone like her, who had likely come from a city life. He tensed when she moved closer to him, and his gaze tracked her as she passed him, stopping only a metre from him. Her fine dark eyebrows pinched, her shell-pink lips pursing. He was about to ask her what was wrong when she lifted the camera and took another shot.
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Her eyes lit up when she angled the camera away from her and looked down at it. Happy with the picture? She crouched again, resting her elbows on her knees, her camera clutched in both hands, ready to lift into place. Another hour passed, and the mist cleared, and he caught the disappointment in her eyes as she gazed at the river, the sparkle that had been in them dying as she rose back onto her feet and lowered her camera.
Her shoulders lifted in a long sigh. He was restless around her. The bears were probably picking up on it and steering clear of the creek. He should have watched her from the cabin instead, keeping his distance so the bears would show up. A growl curled through him at that thought, his animal instincts rebelling against it in a way that left him cold as something hit him.
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Rath frowned at the way she said that, making it sound as if she was talking about doing something other than marching her backside to her vehicle. She looked up river, towards the mountains and the glacier. He shoved onto his feet, moving so fast she startled and gasped, and loomed over her, so close to her that she had to tip her head back to keep her eyes on his face. You might end up hurt. Soon, she would be in as much danger here as she would be if he let her go upstream towards the glacier and the bear shifter pack that called that area of the valley home.
For the first time in three decades, desire stirred in his chest, tore through his muscles and flowed through his veins, and had his cougar side shifting beneath his skin, hungry for a female. Her hazel eyes slowly lifted to his, enormous now as she looked at him, but they were dark too, her dilated pupils and her scent revealing the emotions that flowed through her. Her eyes darted away from him, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
A blush climbed her cheeks. Do you run a business here?
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I just look after them. The sight of it acted as a bucket of ice down his crotch, instantly cooling him off as he remembered that the family who owned it were coming soon, and so was his brother, and then most of the eligible pride males would hit the creek. His coldness had upset her, and damn, she was quick to bring up a wall around herself and hit him with the same cold front he was showing her. But he found himself lunging for her, seizing her wrist as his heart froze in his chest, the thought of her leaving propelling him into action before he could think about what he was doing.
You have to stick to the river and the wildlife, and do not wander out of the boundary of the village. That seemed to scare her, and her eyes leaped to the mountains, her pulse picking up in his ears as she stared at them. When she finally looked back at him, that pulse kicked faster, echoing in his own chest as she smiled at him, one that reached her stunning eyes.
She tipped her head back, looked deep into his eyes, and rocked his entire world on its axis with three innocent words. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books.
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Only the beauty has a fiery temperament to match his own, and the more time he spends with her, the more she stokes a fire inside him. All Yasmin is interested in is making sure her friend, Ivy, is safe, but the alluring black-haired man with a wicked smile she meets on the path to the creek has her thinking about other things. Craved by her Cougar Cougar Creek Mates Shifter Romance Series Book 4 Felicity Heaton For the last twenty years, Cobalt has burned with a need of one female, a beautiful raven-haired cougar who captured his heart the moment he set eyes on her.
His position as pride protector has been a blessing at past mating gatherings, keeping females away, but this time it feels like the worst of curses, because the female who has bewitched him so thoroughly is taking part for the first time and all he can do is watch as males battle for her. Damaged goods he might be, dangerous and unpredictable, but with every contest over her that pulls her closer to her doom, she grows more determined to follow her heart, no matter the consequences. Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence.
When the daemon bent on turning Esher against his brothers makes her move, will Esher find the strength to overcome his past and fulfil his duty, or will the lure of revenge allow the darkness in his heart to seize control, transforming him into a god intent on destroying the world? Every subscriber is entered into the giveaway to win a signed personalised paperback copy of Esher, with a chance to win a copy in each of the four exclusive sneak peek chapters being sent out. Esher drew his hand away from his right side and frowned at the blood coating his palm.
It caught the light of the narrow signs that jutted out from each building, running their entire height to mark what was on each floor, and reflected white, red and yellow back at him. Stepping, as he and his brothers called it, would drain him, and it was only just gone one in the morning, meaning there were still another four or five hours of darkness in which another daemon could attempt to find the gate. He ground his molars and reached into the breast pocket of his shirt, tugged the tiny headphones out and jammed them into his ears. Instantly, the soothing melody of Bach filled him, swamping the song of the rain and the grating noise of Tokyo.
Esher took a few deep breaths, giving the beautiful classical piece time to do its work, and then trudged forwards, past the two dead daemons. Veraine was once a commander in the Imperial army: Myrna was the divine priestess he seduced and stole from her desert temple. But travelling through a jungle kingdom, they fall prey to slavers and are separated. Veraine is left for dead. Myrna is taken as a slave to the city of the Tiger Lords; inhuman tyrants with a taste for human flesh.
There she must learn the tricks of survival in a cruel and exotic court where erotic desire is not the only animal passion. Myrna still has faith that Veraine will find her. But Veraine, badly injured, has forgotten everything: his past, his lover, even his own identity. As he undertakes a journey through a fevered landscape of lush promise and supernatural danger, he knows only one thing - that he must somehow find the unknown woman who holds the key to his soul. Janine Ashbless is a well-established writer of fantasy, horror and erotic fiction.
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