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for Lakeland Heatwave Book 3: Elemental Fire by K D
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Blurb
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Obsessed with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a
deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he meets TARA STONE, head of
the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at least as
great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic and the
lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his goal, which is
ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the demon, Deacon’s, reign
of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has wormed his way into her heart and
the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with whom
Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda. The path to Deacon’s destruction
is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him forever
may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
About the
Author:
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.
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Excerpt:
The demon, Lucia, studied Kennet for what might
have been ages, and he felt as though the pressure of her scrutiny would crush
him.
‘I have never worn man flesh.’ She nodded down
to his penis.
He blushed and surged and blushed again. His
heart raced. ‘Does it make a difference?’
She shrugged, still studying his cock as though
she’d never seen one before. ‘Not really. Flesh is flesh.’ On a whim, she
reached out and stroked his erection, and he gasped as the touch of her
shivered up his spine and blossomed bright inside his head.
She continued to touch him, but her eyes were
now locked on his face, and he tried desperately not to thrust against her. ‘I
am only touching your cock, Kennet Birch, and it is all you can do to keep from
spilling your seed at my feet.’
‘That is the most sensitive part,’ he breathed.
‘Of a man, I mean.’
She moved closer and ran a splayed hand up over
his ribs. And he did spill his seed with a desperate gasp as though he could
never get enough oxygen again. And he was embarrassed and terrified and angry,
and it was as though the whole range of emotions exploded in his head in an
instant. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, and for a split
second the world flashed before his eyes more vivid, more perfect, more
complete than he had ever seen it before. He knew things, he saw things, he
felt things, things beyond him. And he would have dropped again to his knees,
but he couldn’t, not held in her gaze as he was.
‘I have barely touched you and you are
overwhelmed, Kennet Birch. Do you really think you can survive my possession of
you?’
He forced himself to hold her gaze, trembling
suddenly as though he were in the grips of some powerful illness. All of him
ached, and he knew the real world was bleeding through. There was very little
time. ‘I won’t survive if you don’t possess me. My coming to you has guaranteed
that.’ He wrapped his arms around himself as the shakes became more violent.
‘You said it yourself, I have nothing to lose.’
‘And why would I want a sick and broken male
body?’ She asked. Her eyes blazed in the dance of firelight that always seemed
so close to her.
‘If you possess me, you can heal me,’ he said.
‘And anyway, if you possess me and I die, well it really doesn’t matter at this
point.’
For an eternal moment she studied him. She
studied him until he looked away. His head was fuzzy, his body ached even in
the dream world. He couldn’t hold much longer.
She lifted his chin once again so that he met
her gaze, and the shakes stopped. The pain went away. He felt his head clear.
‘If I do what you ask of me, even though you
live, your life is forfeit. You know this?’
‘I know,’ he breathed. ‘It doesn’t matter.
‘You say that now in your hour of need. But
when that passes, when you are whole and stronger and healthier than you have
ever dreamed possible, when your heart heals and you learn to love again, you
won’t be so anxious to let go of what is rightfully mine when the time comes.’
He suddenly felt more pain than he knew existed
in the whole world, and none of it was physical. He inhaled breath that felt
like shards of stone. ‘I’ll never know love again. I’ll never know life again,
so there’s really nothing you can take from me that isn’t already long gone.’
Her gaze softened, and somehow he found that
infinitely comforting. Then she moved closer and kissed him, slowly, languidly,
as though they had all the time in the world, and his cock was hard again. She
stepped back from him. One shrug and the robe of fire fell away, and the glow
of her body flashed bright, then dimmed and steadied until he could see
details, erect nipples atop high breasts, rounded hips, a golden splash of
curls at the juncture of her thighs. ‘I am not like him,’ she said softly. ‘It
gives me no pleasure to make those who dwell in the flesh my puppets. You will
be, how is it you put it these days, you will be in the driver’s seat.’ She
took him into her arms and kissed him hard, and when he feared he would
disgrace himself again with his cock pressed up tight against the top of her
belly, she pulled away. ‘However,’ she said. ‘If I grant your request, then I
will possess you. All of you. You will belong to me, your life will mine.’ She
gaze was painfully bright. ‘And if you earnestly wish to be rid of Deacon, then
you will do as I say for as long as it takes us to accomplish our task, and it
will take time. I know him. You don’t. I’m his equal. You’re not. And one more
very important thing, Kennet Birch.’ She stroked his hair gently and whispered
against his lips. ‘Never, never forget how badly I can hurt you if you defy
me.’ Then she guided his hand down over her pubic curls. ‘If my terms are not
acceptable to you, then you must return to your body and face your fate.’
Boldly, brazenly, he slid a finger down low and
circled her clit, and her eyes fluttered. ‘If it weren’t acceptable to me, I
wouldn’t be here,’ he answered.
She took his hand and guided him back to a
chair that appeared from out of nowhere. It looked like a golden throne with no
arms. What? Was he to petition her? He didn’t understand. But it was no throne
at all. She pushed him down on it and stood before him caressing her breasts
until her nipples were stiff and swollen. Then she raised one perfect leg and
set her elegant Botticelli foot on his thigh, affording him a view of her wet
and fiery depths. ‘I do not enter through your breath, Kennet Birch,’ she said.
‘As sex is your magic, so is it mine. You will go in through me, inside out.
And your hunger for me will pull me into you when your libido surges
brightest.’
And he was so
hungry for her. She filled his head and his body with an aching want that even
if he were not a practitioner of sex magic, he would understand was not
mundane. And in his case, the fear that he would die if he didn’t have her here
and now was a very real one. That he might die even if he did, that her
possession might be too much for him, well that was a risk he was more than
willing to take.
‘Are you certain this is what you want, Kennet
Birch?’ she asked him as she moved onto his lap, positioning herself, opening
her sex with her fingers.
‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my
life.’ Even as he said it, he realized how silly that sounded, since either way
his life as he’d known it was over.
‘Very well then.’ She settled to the point of
contact, to the point at which he could just feel the head of his penis against
the resistance of her opening. He reached for her breasts, and with the hand
not busy between her legs, she cradled his head and drew him near so he could
nurse. The electrical shock through his body caused him to jump and jerk, and
at that very instant she settled onto him, sheathing him tightly, deeply, and
he knew he was dying. This was the point of no return. It was as though the
tight wet pull of her swallowed him whole. Then she cupped his chin and held
his face again so he couldn’t look away from her shining eyes. Her voice was
like warm honey, thick and sweet, and he felt the sound of it in his very
marrow, in his very soul. ‘You are mine, Kennet Birch. No longer are you your
own. I possess you, body, soul and life force. Even in name you are now mine,
Kennet Lucian. You are mine until I have no further use for you, until I have
used you up.’ She gripped him hard and he exploded inside her and the world
blew a part into tiny particles and disappeared like flecks of dust in the
darkness.
****
‘Bloody Hell! Dr Allen! Doctor Allen! Get over
here. Now!’
Kennet inhaled delicious, abundant air as
though he’d just remembered how to breathe. Then he fought his way up from
under an unruly sheet to sit up on the bed. A woman and a man in hospital
scrubs stood either side of him, holding him, and there was chaos and someone
was yelling. It took him a second to register that it was him yelling over and
over again, ‘Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?’ And then the bright
lights, the gurney with a body shrouded in a sheet next to him all came into
focus. ‘Jesus! What the fuck am I doing in the morgue?’
The woman in scrubs standing next to him looked
pale and her hands were unsteady. ‘Mr. Birch,’ she said, doing her best to stay
calm. ‘You were pronounced dead almost fifteen minutes ago.’
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