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Blurb:
Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a
human exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds
Rena, he knows that she is the one he must have. He makes it his business to
seduce her.
Rena is immediately drawn to Trask. She could easily
fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who makes her scream every time he makes
her come, but the problem with bad boys is that they’re actually bad. They
break girls’ hearts and hers has been broken too many times already. One more
crack might shatter it forever.
Trask claims Rena for his own, but she needs more than
just sizzling sex. She wants to trust him, but can they ever share anything
more than lust?
An Excerpt From: A MATTER OF LUST
Copyright © LISA FOX, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter
One
The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through
Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very
hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night.
Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far
none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited,
searching for the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that
it always paid to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much
more gratifying.
He sidestepped around a young woman, his
shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise
as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling
to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him
ferociously, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one
affected by his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated
from him, infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one
giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.
He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the
exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very
different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this
ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest
shadows. He could feel it oozing from the dancers, the men and the women,
sweating and panting, touching and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with
the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining
delight.
He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base
of his spine alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust
demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He
couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make
contact. Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to
meet, to plot and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got
the impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just
fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.
The music changed and a thumping bass beat
poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other
and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned
back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd
for his potential playmate.
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the
dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious
body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils
escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her
smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock
stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously
ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably
close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close
to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and
roses and woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming
over his face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was
mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what
she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between
them made his blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy
and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his
groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his
cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on
all that glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny
taste of her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making
her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I
might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the game. It was a line that had
worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted and amused by the
concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and
nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time,
almost as if they had…weight.
“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a
smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his
crotch. “Or something else entirely?”
“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust
coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun. Bold. Smoking hot. And she
was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the curve of her
cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s
your name?”
She paused and an odd, little smile formed on
her lips. “Does it matter?”
Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was
no reason why it should matter, but for some reason it did matter. It mattered
a lot. “Yes.”
Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was
awestruck by just how simply beautiful she was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”
“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his
tongue.
“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer
to him. He looked straight down into her very ample cleavage and took his time
enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress that soft skin, to
feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name?
Or should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”
“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if
his presence was affecting her, making her more daring than she’d normally be
or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans to say and
do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her
flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence
of his influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”
“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he
liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream
it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that sent hot,
tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what
happens next?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a
loose strand of her hair and twined it around his fingers. The tension between
them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of her arousal,
breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind
romance, storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”
“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in
Mexico, right?”
Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom
and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush cloud of their lust. Startled
by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his side.
Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of
events at all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”
“I see,” she said, and he watched her features
soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so extraordinarily complex. He didn’t
think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so quickly and
thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were
defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There
was never a reason for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need.
Everything else just got in the way of the goal.
Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly
as it had come, and she favored him with a dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re
a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”
“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I
always win in the end.”
She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that
tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of space between them and
he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit down
on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like
confidence.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips.
“Then you’re definitely going to like me.”
About the
Author:
World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of
American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and
demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done
it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with
a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the
day.
Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and
the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please
feel free to contact Lisa any time.
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@LisaFoxRomance
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Christina Leigh Pritchard was born and raised
in South Florida. Her first stories were written at the age of nine in $0.15
wide ruled, spiral notebooks (which were supposed to be used for class), and in
the various diaries she kept. Stories she wrote from age nine to twelve fill
about four storage boxes!
