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FINNGARICK
Black Swan D.I.T., book 2
by Victoria Danann

Genre: Paranormal Romance Designer: Victoria Danann


“When it came to my attention that D.I.T. was going to Dublin, I thought of Torn Finngarick. After all he knew the culture and could, perhaps, be useful. I confess to the ulterior motive of wanting to see all the floaters brought in from the cold. He was one of the remaining few. And everybody deserves another chance. Right?

As I mentioned earlier, my wife was working for Black Swan setting up a unit called Department of Interdimensional Trespass. It seemed that creatures coming and going at will were causing havoc that had, until recently, been unexplained, believed to be fiction of the myth or folklore variety, or dismissed as interplanetary visitations. Rosie was busy hiring and training people who were going to function as police.

Anyway, I had served with Sir Finngarick when I was first knighted as the fourth member of the infamous Z Team and came to know him quite well. Most believed he was irredeemable. I did not.”
Glendennon Catch, Sovereign, Jefferson Unit


When they transferred onto the larger Black Swan jet in Edinburgh, en route to Buenos Aires, Torn gave Raif a look that said, “We have arrived.” He then proceeded to flirt with the flight attendant for most of the trip. Not that his attention wasn’t welcome. Finngarick seemed to ooze sex from his pores when he turned his charm in the direction of a target.

Of course he was a healthy male elf interested in the physical expression of all that it means to be that, but there was also an element of satisfaction in having his choice of females, given the damage done by the profound social rejection of his developmental years.

Raif’s eyes were closed, but he was smiling.

“Do no’ be feignin’ sleep, boyo. I see you’re livin’ vicariously and perhaps learnin’ a trick or two about interactin’ with the fairer sex.”

Raif cocked an eye open. “You mean pie in the sky?”

“Her name is Amanda.”

“Is it now?”

“’Tis. She might like you better if you gave yourself half a chance. You have the whole exotic look thing goin’ on.”

Raif opened both eyes and cocked a brow. “Exotic look thing? So now you’re attracted to me as well? Or maybe it’s instead. You bi, Torn? I think I should know before I throw in with you as partner. It’s a big step.”

“Great Paddy. You can actually speak words with multiple syllables. Who knew?”

“Interesting. An evasion rather than an answer.”

“No,” Torn chuckled. “I’m no’ bi. No’ even the least little. But I’m no’ blind. You’re good lookin’ enough for a human.”

“Thanks,” Raid said drily.

“All you’d need to interest women is to be interested in them. Hey. For that matter, between the two of us, seems more likely that you’re the one most likely to like guys.” Amanda swished up and set drinks down for each of them, lips twitching surreptitiously at the bit of conversation she overheard. “Hey, Amanda. Do you no’ find my friend here attractive?”

Amanda looked Raif over, while he flushed at the unwanted scrutiny. “Yes. Handsome.”

Torn barked out a laugh. “See!” he almost shouted to Raif. “Aren’t you going to at least say thank you to the woman?”

Amanda hesitated for a second, but when she saw that Raif was busy glaring at Torn, she went about her business.

Once she was gone, Raif said, “That was embarrassing, you freckle-faced fucker.”

Torn gaped. “How is it embarrassin’ to be called handsome by a beautiful woman?”

“Because you put her on the spot. What was she going to say? ‘That guy? Fuck no. He’s hideous. Why would you embarrass him and me by asking that question?’”

Finngarick shook his head. “Dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

“Why no’?”

“For one thing it sounds ridiculous with your Irish accent.”

“Does it? Let’s call Amanda and ask her what she thinks about my accent.” When Torn looked toward the galley, Raif threw a rolled up magazine at Torn’s head. Laughing, Finngarick said, “So you’re checking the undecided box again.”

After a few minutes, Finngarick nudged Nighsong. “How’s your Spanish?”

“S’okay. Why?”

“Why do you think? Because that’s what they speak in Buenos Aires.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re not going to talk to vampire before we stake them.”

“Aye. ‘Tis true enough. But I’m thinkin’ more about after hours activities.”

Raif reopened one eye. “Girls. You mean girls. Do you ever think about anything else?”

“’Course. But I am a healthy young elf with a healthy young…”

“Yeah. Yeah. I get it. Young. Dumb. Full of come.”

“You’d better leave the poetry to the Irish. And I resent bein’ called dumb. Who helped you through calculus?”

“Do not get me started on fucking calculus. What a colossal waste of a person’s time and energy? Do you believe we’re ever going to use calculus as vampire hunters?” Torn opened his mouth to speak, but Raif was on a tear. “No. We are not.”

“What has gotten into you? Is the cabin pressure pushin’ words out of your mouth that have just been lyin’ dormant for years waitin’ to be released?”

“Funny.”

“One word. Two syllables. That’s more like it.”

“Maybe I didn’t have anything to say before now.”

“Who are you?”

Raif offered up a shit eating grin. “I’m your fucking partner, soon-to-be Sir Finngarick.”

It was the first time Torn had ever heard his name paired with the honorific ‘Sir’. It sobered him for a second, but not longer.

“Aye. You are. Even if you become a nonstop jabber jaws.” Raif grunted. “That’s my man.”






SIMON SAYS
D.I.T., book 1

Simon Tvelgar wasn’t always the staid and steady director of the Order of the Black Swan headquarters in Edinburgh who manages the most unruly congregation of talented misfits ever assembled into one organization.

No. He was once a young, beautiful, athletically gifted knight, wild and lustful as any, until he fell in love with a Scottish fae girl who on bereavement leave. He lost her to the stones of the Orkneys as they picnicked there on Lammas twenty years before. She was swallowed up and faded from view, a look of panic on her face as she reached for him while her mouth silently formed his name. He lunged to grab her, but she was simply gone.

Year after year he traveled back to the Orkney Islands and talked to locals, but Shivaun was never seen again. Simon channeled his sorrow and loneliness into work until he eventually rose to the highest position open to an ex Black Swan knight.

Now, for the first time, he thinks there might be someone who could find Shivaun. Rosie Storm.

This novella introduces a new Black Swan series, D.I.T., Department of Interdimensional Trespass.



Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers' Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.

In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, and contemporary romance.

Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at → www.romancecast.com

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#FlashbackFriday To leave you breathless
Erotic romance 
#NSFW mild bondage 

Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.

Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. 

Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties.

Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances.

Seth engages in erotic fantasies about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.

Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?

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Chapter Two

Desire swept over Seth from the middle of his clenched stomach to his tightening balls. His breath left him for a second and made his voice a whisper. “I am.”

Rosanna’s reply delighted him. “I’d like to skip the charming part and get right to the pants off.”

Seth’s cock jerked. He took the hot chocolate from her hands and placed it on the kitchen counter without even looking. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Rosanna’s eyes. In one move, he had her in his arms. He kissed along her shoulder, caught the shoestring strap of her dress in his teeth, and pulled it down her arm. He left it there and traced kisses along the top of her breasts in a trail that led to her neck. Each contact with her skin sent his desire up a notch until he burned for her.

She murmured softly as he kissed her neck, sucking, licking, kissing, until she shifted in his arms, trying to reach his mouth with hers.

Seth loosed her for a second before he held her face, his fingers caressing her ears as he kissed her lips.

She molded her body to his, returning his kiss with so much hunger and passion, Seth moved a hand along her back to cup her ass and ram his aching cock on her stomach. He kissed her toward one side of the room, and with each kiss, she moaned low, clinging to him, her arms pushed up around his neck. He picked her up and jammed her against the wall.

She lifted her legs to circle his hips. The hem of her dress rose and fell away on each side of her hips in a slick of silk.

Seth pressed between her thighs. The warmth from her pussy penetrated his suit pants and made his cock leak. He thrust his hips in long, slow, movements, plundering her mouth with his tongue. His heart pounded and he drifted in a haze of such desperate desire that he broke the stream of kisses to whisper against her lips. “Come with me to a private place. This is killing me. I need to fuck you. I have to fuck you. I want my tongue in your cunt and then my cock pounding into you. I want you coming on me moaning. I want us fucking and coming over and over, until we can’t stand up.”

Rosanna pushed against his chest with her palms and slid her legs to the floor. She slipped her arms around Seth’s waist and leaned her head against his chest.

Her softly voiced words tore into his lust-fogged mind.

“I’ve made a mistake. I don’t think I can do this … not … not right now … when I’ve only just met you.”

Seth stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. His cock was painfully hard, and disappointment washed his haze of lust away.

“It’s okay, but just so you understand about this club. That’s what we do here in the house parties. We come here so that we can have sex without knowing each other.” He lifted her face tenderly with a hand under her jaw and kissed her softly. “Your friends should have told you that.”

He moved away from her gently so that she wouldn’t think he was angry. He turned and walked away. Nothing had ever felt like the kisses he’d shared with Rosanna. He’d never experienced such intense desire. It wasn’t just the urgent need to fuck and come, but an overwhelming need to kiss every part of her body, to trail his fingers over every inch of her skin, please and tease her, love her until she knew she was loved. Seth sighed despondently at the nature of his desire. This was unexpected. He wove through the room full of people to the front door.

Solar lamps lit the pathway, and ropes of white fairy lights adorned the two large juniper trees that stood like sentinels at the end of the path, before it joined the driveway. Seth walked across the drive onto the lawn. At the end of the lawn behind a stand of palm trees and low-growing bougainvillea was what Seth called his summerhouse. A small bungalow where he went for solitude and where he would have brought Rosanna if she hadn’t changed her mind, it was hidden from general view.

He went in and turned on one of the table lamps. As he walked along to a back room that served as a kitchen-diner, he stripped off his tie and shirt, dropping them to the hardwood floor. The switches for the fans were on the wall of the room, and after he’d taken a bottle of vodka from the small fridge and a glass from the cupboard, he flipped the switch. The fans already swished around as he returned to the main room and flopped down on the big leather couch. He poured a drink and leaned back to sip the chilled, clear liquid.

Seth’s cock hadn’t shrunk much from having been so hard when he’d kissed Rosanna and he was painfully aware of this. His desire still pulsed in his balls. He clicked the glass of vodka down onto the low table by the couch and unzipped his pants. On nights when he attended his own club parties, he went commando, so now he accessed his slowly dwindling erection and stroked it back into a hard column. He ran his fingertips up and down, deliberately teasing himself. He lifted his ass and pulled his suit pants down so that he could access his balls and inner thighs. Seth took a drink of vodka. The glass cooled his fingers, and it was heaven when he traced a path around his sac and up his cock.

He thought about Rosanna. I’d like her to be here now bent over me, her mouth on my cock. She’d be naked and I’d wind her hair around my hand so that she couldn’t escape me. I’d drag her over my knee, and then with her breasts crushed against my cock, I’d slap her ass for teasing and then finger her cunt with my hand between her legs from the back so that her cream would run down my palm. My thumb would play at the ring of her tight little ass. She’d ask to be fuckedbeg for it, but I’d stop finger fucking her just as she was about to come. Mmm, yes, I’d turn her over and lick her juices from my fingersmake her lick them toosuck on my finger, and she’d bite because she’s so sexy, so sexy. I’d kiss along her stomach to her shaved slit and tongue her clit until she grabbed my head and whimpered to come, but I still wouldn’t let her.

He grasped his leaking cock in his fist and pumped. He wouldn’t last long picturing Rosanna, her lips, her darkened green eyes. His balls lifted and he stopped pumping. His breath came in gasps and his stomach clenched.

Oh yes, my lovely little Rosanna. I’d tie her spread-eagled to my desk, and every hour I’d finger her, make her wet, slip a vibrator inside her on low so that she moaned with pleasure, but then I’d leave hertake the vibrator away, lap at her cunt, bite down each thigh, kiss her lipssweetness. She’d be so in need when I untied her in the dark of night, she’d melt into my arms. I’d kiss her as my fingers slipped in her wet pussy. I’d bite her bottom lip that begs to be sucked into my mouth.

He sheathed his cock in his fist again, and this time he didn’t stop pumping.

I’d put her on the floor facedown. She’d stick her ass in the air to be fucked. Her cunt would glisten wet between her legs. I’d drag her up by the hips and ram my cock into her over and over

Seth’s cum spurted in hot streaks over his hand, up his stomach, and he groaned, breathless and bucking his hips, the pleasure so great it bordered on pain and brought a frown to his forehead. He threw his head back and let the aftershocks of pleasure throb in his cock.

Fucking hellI will get herI’ll bring her here and fuck her so hard she’ll crave it every day, come to my office, lie at my feet, her legs open, no panties, and she’ll finger herself until I kneel and lick her off, suck her clit, tongue her to orgasm. I need her. I have to get her. How?

Seth closed his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the couch. When his breathing had returned to normal and his heart had stopped hammering, he stood and pulled up his pants. He picked up the glass of vodka. It had lost most of its iciness, but he drank it down, grabbed the bottle by the neck, and went to the back room. He put the bottle back in the fridge and then placed the glass in the slim line dishwasher installed between the cupboard and the small sink unit. Seth ran a hand over his forehead into his hair. It stood on end for a moment, then flopped over. He stared out the window into the darkness. I’ll drop by her business premises tomorrow.

* * * *
Rosanna watched Seth leave the kitchen after her rejection. On legs that felt like jello, she crossed to the counter where the hot chocolate he’d made her sat cooling. She picked it up with trembling fingers and drank some. Her heart raced and she closed her eyes as she considered Seth. His kisses were so good, so sexy, wet heat had slipped into her panties. The way he looked at her with those cornflower-blue eyes of his was enough to scorch her dress right off. She relived the way he’d picked her up and pushed her against the wall. Her pussy throbbed then, and she put the cup of chocolate down. She ran her tongue over her lips and it made her crave Seth’s kiss, his tongue on hers. Her nipples stood up, peaking in the cooled air, but more in need of Seth’s mouth on them now than from the air-con.

Why did I chicken out? He’s exactly what I needmy type, dark hair, stubble grazing my cheek, his hard cock pressed between my legs. Holy hell, even through the fabric of his suit pants, it felt incredible. That’s why I came here—to get laid. I need to get laid, and he’d be like heaven to fuck those muscles, those thighs, that ass, oh my God.

She took a deep breath, smoothed her dress down over her hips, and walked out of the kitchen just as a server arrived with an empty tray. He gave her a polite nod and she smiled, quickly passing him in the doorway.
She wandered through the rooms looking for Simon and Beau, the guys who’d brought her. When she couldn’t find them, she assumed they were holed up fucking in one of the booths with the curtains drawn. They’d laughed as they’d shown her how the long velvet drapes closed around the front of the booth, making a secret place, still safe they’d said, because a person can leave anytime they like.

They’d each made a pass at her not long after she’d moved into the house next door to them. They’d found a way to flirt with her as she walked to her car parked on the drive or checked her mailbox at the end of it.

They weren’t her type, but they’d quickly read her need. She must be telegraphing the need to fuck, because they’d soon asked her to the house party, to this sex club. Rosanna leaned on the ornate wooden rail of the mezzanine floor and gazed down on the small area where people danced. The music evoked sex. A low, pounding beat with an evocative melody threaded through invited the dancers to thrust their hips and lean close until they touched and finally ground against each other’s bodies.

Rosanna sighed wishing she’d taken Seth Callahan onto the dance floor and pressed her body up against his until she couldn’t take the tease anymore and went into the satin night air to fuck in the grass without caring that they’d just met. She went to the cloakroom and found her bolero jacket. From the pocket hidden in the side seam, she took out her credit card and the tiny plastic membership card for the club. It was embossed with a beautiful white magnolia flower on one side with just a simple phrase, “house party member, not even capitalized, and on the other, the telephone numbers of two cab companies were printed. She went to the phone on the wall of the cloakroom and called a taxi. Within ten minutes, she was in the back of a sleek, gray sedan being driven home.

©Elodie Parkes 2016 Evernight Publishing






Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien invasion and after. #giveaway tour stop #SciFi #romance @AMGriffinBooks


Sci-Fi Romance
Date Published: June 6, 2017

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Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they need. 
Princess Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home planet only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to hate aliens but can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she wants. And this time, what she wants is Kane Epps. 

Publisher’s Note: This story was previously published by Ellora’s Case under the title Dangerously Yours and has been revised for re-publish by the Author.

Reader Advisory: This space-opera romance contains some good old-fashioned voyeurism.

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Holding tight to his wife’s hand, Kane pulled her along. She stumbled behind him, tripping on rubble, debris and concrete. He cast his eyes toward the large metallic spacecraft sitting low in the sky above New York City, blocking out the sun and moon, bathing everyone in perpetual darkness. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was three twenty-one p.m.
Anna’s pace slowed before stopping altogether. Leaning over, she took gulping breaths.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxed gently. “I know you’re tired but we have to keep moving.”
“I’m trying to.” Anna’s chest heaved in and out.
Her dirty-blonde bangs clung to her flushed forehead. The maternity jeans she had thrown on when they were forced to leave their brownstone were now torn and covered in dirt. Her too-small maternity shirt stretched over her pregnant abdomen. And after all this time, his clothes weren’t any better.
His gaze lingered on her fragile form. His heart lurched in his chest. The dark freckles dotting her face leaped out in contrast to her pale skin. She needed food, water and rest. Now. He blew out a heavy sigh. That’s not going to happen anytime soon, he thought, taking in his surroundings.
Through the darkness, he caught a glimpse of his companions. The group of seventeen men, women and children continued forward on their pursuit across the city without even a backward glance to where he and Anna lagged behind, again. The group of survivors should’ve been able to cover more ground than they had. But their pace slowed considerably to account for Anna being eight-and-a-half-months pregnant. Thanks to the in vitro fertilization, she was pregnant with twins.
The delirious thought almost made him laugh out loud. They had spent nearly thirty thousand dollars to get pregnant and a few months later, hostile aliens had invaded Earth.
He tore his gaze away from the group and studied Anna. She propped herself against a broken street sign. She coughed as she breathed in the contaminants of the air.
A high pitched wheezing sound came from her lungs with every labored breath that she took. Sweat dripped from her forehead to her brow. One hand held the side of her head and the other rested on the side of her belly. Although she hadn't said anything, he could tell she was more swollen today than yesterday.
He placed a hand over her extended belly. “How are the babies?”
He didn’t know much but he did know the babies should have been moving under their touch. The lack of movement confirmed Anna couldn’t continue any longer. It was too risky.
“They’re fine,” she said between pants.
Not believing her, he shook his head. “We have to st—”
Anna cradled his chin, bringing his face to look at her. “Kane, I can do this.”
Although determination was written across her features, he didn’t think she could go on for a few more minutes let alone hours. Breaking eye contact, he worked the knapsack off her back. He slung it over his shoulder along with his and scooped her up into his arms, ignoring her protests. Her pregnant weight made his muscles flex tighter around her.
She stroked the side of his cheek. “Kane.”
He looked down into worried hazel eyes. “What?”
“You can't carry me forever.”
“Only for a little while. We need to keep moving, baby.”
She buried her head onto his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too, always.”
She brought her head up to him again. A slight smile played on her lips. “Even though I’m chunky and fat?”
“You’re pregnant and healthy.” He followed the trail of the survivors. Their backs came in and out of view as the group traversed up and around large slabs of concrete that had once been paved city streets.
She gave his biceps a light pat. “Nice save, counselor,” she teased weakly.
“That’s me, Kane Epps, esquire. I can talk my way out of the hairiest of situations.”
Her playfulness slowly disappeared as she scanned the horizon. “I wish you could’ve negotiated us out of this one.”
Kane’s gaze followed hers, catching sight of the Statue of Liberty in the distant horizon, toppled on its side.
In less than a week of their arrival, the aliens had wreaked havoc on Earth. Crumbled buildings lay in heaps all around them. Alien weapons uprooted city streets. Alien bombs leveled countries. Alien technology disrupted communication, television, phones and radios. U.S. military forces were swatted down as though they were flies.
Now, three months later, humans scavenged for basic necessities.
“We’re going to be fine.” His voice came out tight and hard.
Anna rubbed his chest. “I know.” Her reassurance and faith in him sent waves of tenderness through his heart. “You’ll take care of me.”
Right. He would take care of her.
Two hours later, he began to stumble. When his knee dropped to the ground, he got up and gathered a protesting Anna back into his arms. His jeans no longer offered a buffer between his knees and the concrete, as evidenced by a bloody smear left as he’d stumbled to his feet. Each time he fell he had a harder time getting up and continuing.
His knee hit the ground again, landing on broken concrete. He let his head fall forward as he bit back a gasp of pain. A bead of sweat ran from his short, white-blond hair down the bridge of his nose, where it lingered before finally dripping to the ground. Closing his eyes, he willed the pain away, clasping Anna tight to him. With renewed energy, Anna worked to pry his hands from her arms and legs in an effort to free herself.
When he wouldn’t release her, she pleaded, “Honey. Let me go. I can walk now.”
“No. I can do this.” He fought the urge to look at her, fearing if he did she would see the pain that shone in in his eyes.
“Kane. Look at me,” Anna pleaded softly. Reluctantly, he obeyed. “You need to let me walk.”
“You can't.”
“I have to.” She shook her head in determination. “I can't let you kill yourself. Let me go.”
“Never. I love you.”
Anna let out an irritated sigh. “I love you too, but so help me God, if you break a leg trying to carry me, I will kill you.”
His feisty pixie was back. Kane let her slide from his weary arms to her steady feet. He wanted to stay with the group. Safety in numbers sat better with him. But he also needed to rest and couldn’t risk losing his wife or babies. The pace the group had set was grueling.
It’s not as if the group would miss them or anything. The survivors would probably welcome losing the dead weight. It was Anna he feared wouldn’t take the news too lightly.
Prepared for a fight, he fixed his stare on her. “Baby, I think we need to find a place to hide for the night.”
Her gaze went from him to the retreating group. “But…but what about them?”
“We’re going to go on our own.”
“Oh Kane.” Her lips began to tremble. Tears fell as he squeezed her hand in his. “We can’t get separated from another group. Let me at least try to walk.”
He kissed her dirty, pale cheeks. “No, baby. I won't risk it. You and the babies mean more to me than they do. We can hide in one of the abandoned houses.”
He pulled her in a tight embrace. He would do anything for her. Keeping her safe had become his number-one priority.
She shook her head almost hysterically. “That group we saw a week ago said the aliens are hunting humans and taking them away. I don’t want to get caught. What’ll happen to us? What if the aliens are using humans as sex slaves?” She inhaled sharply. “Or worse… What if they’re going to eat us? What if—”
“Don’t start that. Those people don’t know what’s going on any more than we do. We’ll stay hidden. Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.” He ran his hand across her brow, wiping the long bangs away from her red-rimmed eyes.
“What about the others?” she asked, wide-eyed. “Do you think we’ll be able to catch up with them tomorrow?” She grimaced and rubbed her belly again.
“Yeah, we can do that.” He had to make her believe the lie. Whatever the case, they would never see them again.
It took more than an hour but they finally found a house safe enough to enter without the fear it would crumble around them. Although the modest brownstone leaned precariously on its side, it would do for the night.
Kane entered, kicking the debris out of his way, Anna’s limp hand planted firmly in his. The smell of mildew and decay overrode his senses. The dirt that caked the furniture told of its abandonment. Dust wafted through the air, stirring with each step they took. Her dainty hand that covered her nose and mouth did nothing to keep it from settling in her lungs. Anna coughed as he led her through to the living room.
“Here, sit down. I’m going to check the kitchen for food and bottled water.” He let her go, settling her in front of a loveseat, the only piece of furniture in the room that didn’t look as if it would break apart under her pregnant weight. “Don’t go anywhere.” He didn’t want her exploring before he could make sure the structure was safe.
He propped the two knapsacks next to her. His jangled and clanked as he set it down. Hers made a soft rustling noise. As alien bombs had rained from the sky and life as they knew was no more, he had grabbed supplies and tools needed for survival, while she had wasted precious time taking pictures out of frames and photo albums.
Anna’s warm smile was meant only for him as she eased onto the dirty loveseat, pulling the knapsacks closer to her. “You can't get rid of me that easily.”
He couldn’t help but return her smile. This was why he loved her. Even in this, she still had her sense of humor.
He strode purposely through the double swinging kitchen doors and headed straight to the cabinets. He wanted to let out a frustrated scream as he flung open each one. Empty. Every cabinet he opened, empty. He frantically scanned the room, locking on what he sought.
The pantry.
He made it to the door and swung it open. Empty.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
His knees buckled underneath his weight. He grabbed the doorframe with a shaky grip. Anna needed to eat. She was already too weak to go on.
His mind raced as perspiration formed across his brow.
Calm the fuck down.
He needed to stay in control or they were sure to die.
How long since she last ate? Last night? What about water? This morning? Or was it yesterday morning? Shit.
He gripped the doorframe harder. There was something about the rule of three. What was it? Humans can live for three weeks without food, three days without water and three minutes without air. Past three and you’re dead. What about pregnant women?
Whiz, boom! A high-pitched screeching cut through the air outside.
The house shook and rumbled as it was hit. Kane watched in slow motion as the appliances on the countertop jostled and fell over. Seconds slowly ticked by as a glass coffeepot hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces on impact. A large mixer bowl fell to its side and rolled across the countertop. Kane’s heart stopped.
They’re here.
“Kane! What’s happening?” Anna shrieked from the other room.
Snapping back to reality, he jerked upright. “Anna! We have to get out of here now! The house is falling apart.” He bolted into the kitchen, pushing a dinette table out of the way and jumping over the chairs.
“I’m afraid.”
He found Anna curled against the cushions, as if sinking into them would save her from the attack.
Whiz, boom! A loud noise slammed across his brain. His hands flew to his ears and his jaw tensed shut. The house splintered and creaked around them. It could fall at any moment.
A cloud of dust crept ominously through the air, emerging from the back rooms, heading straight to them. Anna’s coughing racked her body as the heavy cloud billowed through the hall to the living room.
“Come on, baby. We have to get moving. Now!” Dust mixed with something acidic burned his throat with each breath he took.
He tried pulling her from the couch. She stayed planted in her seat. Her dazed eyes darted from side to side. She wouldn’t budge.
“We have to hurry before the house collapses!” He tried to get through to her.
After one blink, then two, she finally focused on him, put her feet on the floor and leaned forward. He pulled both of her hands, lifting her off the couch. Anna stumbled to stand.
“Our bags.” Tugging away from his grasp, she reached for them.
“Leave them!”
With a shake of her head, she scrambled to retrieve the bags. Kane snatched them out of her grasp and pulled her behind him. No more wasting time, they needed to get out of this death trap.
He stopped short at the door. His hand froze on the doorknob.
This is exactly what these bastards want.
Ignoring the heavy beating of his heart, the heavy pants from his lungs…he listened. Anna’s breaths were harder and heavier than his. Beside that…silence. He strained his ears to listen for any whizzing sounds, the telltale sign of a spacecraft above.
“Did they leave?” Anna asked in a hope-filled whisper from behind his shoulder.
“I’m not certain.”
He dared not move. They could still be out there, waiting.
“I think they’re gone. I don’t hear anything.” Relief was apparent in her voice as she stepped away from him. He watched her ease onto one of the broken stairs. “My stomach is hurting.” She lay back on her elbows, rubbing her oversized belly.
“Stay put. Try to stay calm. Once I know for sure that they’re gone, I’ll go out and find you some food and water.” He peered through the peephole of the door.
Where are those bastards?
“I don’t want you to leave me here alone. What if they come back?”
“You need water.” He gave her a reassuring half-smile before turning to the peephole. “Plus, you’re not getting rid of me that ea—”
A roar deafened his ears. Wood, metal and plaster erupted through the air. Direct hit.
Pain shot through him as debris rained down. His hands flew up to protect his face. He dropped to the floor, rolling to a fetal position. The house creaked and rocked around him.
He strained to open his eyes. Dust settled in them and burned. He snapped them shut.
“Anna!”
No answer. A dull ache thrummed in his ears.
Inhaling a lung full of dust, Kane coughed. “Anna! Come to me.” He threw out his hand, grasping at air. “We have to get out of here!”
Nothing.
He forced his eyes open. A cloud of dust obstructed his vision. The outline of the caved-in roof was the first thing he saw. He willed himself to a standing position and stumbled forward with outstretched arms. If he found the stairs he would find Anna.
“Anna! Anna! Answer me!”
His shoe brushed against something soft. Anna? His heart dropped to his stomach. Where would he find a doctor? What if she needed medical help? He grabbed at it.
An arm.
Anna.
Dropping to his knees, he frantically pushed the wood planks and shingles from her body, throwing debris in every direction.
Anna, please baby, be okay.
He pushed a piece of drywall off of her. His gaze settled on the broken body lying sprawled at an odd angle.
“Nooooo!” He gathered the remains of his wife’s charred, limp body. “Please God! No!”




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A love story that will haunt you #FlashbackFriday What's hidden in this spooky place? #erotic #romance @HotInkBooks

When Cathy Faraday goes out from her office to buy morning tea, a set of circumstances send her on a different route from the one she would normally take. Waiting on a street unknown to her is a house. Old and left to fade away the house looks shabby against its neighbors. The whole row of houses are now offices and Cathy sees a ‘for let sign’ outside the place. Something draws her to the house. Someone watches from the third floor window.
Cathy applies to rent the building to expand her dating agency business. As she begins to make it ready, the house reveals its secrets.
Erotic paranormal romance, set in contemporary England this story will haunt you.


Graphic sex/love scenes. 18+ only. 

#FlashbackFriday Teaser 

She locked the front door behind her and walked up the stairs.

Owen was sitting on the edge of the single piece of furniture covered by a dustsheet when she walked in. She’d seen the item and realized it was a couch or similar item. She went to him.

He stood held her head and kissed her.

She pulled at his t-shirt and he helped her take it off. Cathy’s heart pounded as she ran her hands along his muscled chest and kissed down his chest to his stomach. His low-rise jeans showed the shape of his lean hips and a thin line of hair going down his stomach. She looked up into his eyes as she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. She kissed and licked down his stomach and then along his delicious hard cock.

She hadn’t noticed before, but he was wearing slide on shoes with no socks, and now she got him to step out of his clothes and shoes, until he was naked before her. His huge erection sprang away from his muscled stomach. She looked into his eyes as she kissed him and grasped his cock.

Owen groaned. “Take off your clothes, now, Cathy.” He stopped her kissing him. “No more kisses until you’re naked. I want you naked.”

His words made her throb with pleasure between her legs and her nipples hardened.

He took her t-shirt off and then her bra and dropped them gently to the floor.

She unzipped her jeans and began to push them down. Owen knelt and pulled them down to her ankles. He put his fingers into the side of her panties and then kissed her stomach before he took hold of the front with his teeth and pulled them down slowly, his fingers sliding down her thighs and his lips brushing against her mound until she was rocking her hips wanting his mouth on her clit.

Cathy closed her eyes and let the feelings flow over her. She wanted his tongue inside her, his fingers too, she wanted to suck his cock until he groaned and thrust into her. The need for sex had never been so urgent and so intense.

He stood and lifted her onto his knee as he sat on the chaise longue behind him.

She felt his hard thighs against her ass and he pressed her backward over his knee.

He took off her pull-on boots and then finished taking off her jeans and panties.

Cathy wanted his kiss and tried to sit up to reach his mouth, but he gently pushed her down and bent his head to kiss her stomach as he slipped a finger into her pussy. Cathy caught her breath. The feeling of his finger inside her and his mouth on her stomach completely overwhelmed her. She bucked her hips involuntarily to his hand and moaned as he pushed another finger into her. He lifted her then with his other hand around her shoulders to kiss her mouth. Cathy felt his fingers go deeper and she sighed into his mouth, the pleasure so great she couldn’t kiss him. All she could do was move to his gentle pumping and let him kiss her lips and slide his tongue against hers.
She tried to reach his cock, but couldn’t, and so she held his face to hers as he fingered her, kissing her every time she moaned.

“What do you want, Cathy?” He whispered.

She traced her fingertips over his shoulders and his chest.

“Tell me.”

In a fog of desire, she couldn’t form the words.

He pressed his thumb on her clit, and she savored the feel of his hand between her legs as his fingers moved in and out of her pussy. She could hardly breathe for the sheer bliss of his lips on hers. His other hand around her body to keep her where he wanted her, gave her such pleasure, she felt heavy with lust.
“I want you. I want you so much…”

“Tell me again, tell me…”
 Owen kissed her, and it was so good, so sexy, she felt her pussy throb where his fingers were. She’d never felt so wet. She didn’t want it to end.
“I want your cock in me. I want…”

Owen kissed her and took his fingers from her. She moaned softly wanting them back.

He kissed her again tenderly.

Cathy held his face and kissed him urgently.

He lifted her and moved her to straddle him. “Put my cock into you, slowly, kiss me, and sit down onto me slowly … let me feel every little move.”

She put her hand down to grasp his thick rock hard cock. It was exotic to hold him. She sighed against his lips.

He kissed her, moving his mouth on hers, softly, tantalizingly.

She guided his cock into her and sat slowly the way he’d said. As she took him into her pussy, the feel of his cock sliding against her clit and filling her slowly made her moan against his mouth.

He groaned and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Then as she leaned her head back slightly, he bit gently on her throat.
They stopped to breathe against each other’s face before Cathy began to ride him.
He helped her, his hands on her hips, and he bent his head to suck her breasts into his mouth, one after the other until the nipples were wet and standing out for him.
Cathy felt as if she would melt away completely. She couldn’t remember anything feeling so delicious.

“This is the best feeling ever…” She murmured against his mouth.
“I feel that way, too.” Owen sucked on her ear lobe and she gasped.

She felt her orgasm start in her clit, and held Owen around the neck kissing him hard as it burst through her in intense waves of sensation. It made her breathless. She couldn’t stop thrusting, wanting it to go on. She slowed as the delicious orgasm waned.

Owen softened his kiss on her lips as he took hold of her hips and thrust hard up into her. He groaned against her mouth as his orgasm shook him with its intensity.
Copyright Elodie Parkes , Second edition The Old Star, 2017, Hot Ink Press
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