Primani Book Three
Laurie Olerich
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Number of pages: 488
Cover Artist: Angela Bauer
Amazon Paperback | Amazon Kindle
Book Description:
"The path to immortality is not a simple one. You will face both crossroads and dead ends. Each choice changes destiny. Choose well." Raphael, Archangel.
3,000 years is a long time to wait. Killian is a patient Primani. He knows the prize is worth it. He watches, he hopes, but he never interferes. The terms are clear on that--say anything at all, the promise is broken. Everything’s going according to plan until...
Sean loses his mind. Tortured by guilt, Sean walks a tightrope between two worlds. After a woman dies, he will pay the ultimate price unless someone can save him.
Mica is still Sean’s anchor. Their physical connection can’t be denied, but what of their love? Desperate to save him from falling, she risks everything she has, including Killian. How far will she go to pull him back? Every step she takes moves her farther away from Killian’s plan.
Two paths. Two destinies. One choice.
Excerpt:
Food or sex?
Food or sex? Food or…
Offering me his
hand, he bowed and said, “Come, my queen, your feast awaits you.”
Food it is then.
Grinning at the unexpected playfulness, I regally presented my hand and allowed
him to lead me to my seat. He poured the wine and held up his glass.
“Slainte!”
I touched my
glass against his and answered, “Slainte.”
“We have another
day in Paris. What would you like to do with it?” he asked while filling my
plate for me.
I watched with
amusement as he cut up my chicken and tore off a chunk of the warm bread. Who
are you and what have you done with Killian? He sat the plate in front of me
and picked up a piece of the crispy meat with his fingers. Before I could
answer his question, he held the morsel to my lips. I opened my mouth like a
baby bird.
Sighing with
pleasure, I said, “Mm, that’s so good.”
With a grin, he
sliced a piece for himself while I chewed. He slipped another piece between my
lips, allowing his fingers to linger longer than necessary. A tingle of
electricity wove its way down my spine and I took a calming sip of wine.
What did I want
to do with him in Paris, the most romantic city in the world? That had to be a
trick question. I mean really. The only thought that came to mind was sex…Of
course it was hard to think of anything else with his fingertips brushing my
lips and his eyes undressing me. I tried to give him a seductive stare across
the table and flinched away at the flash of raw desire in his eyes. He was
taking his time right now but those eyes promised no such restraint later. I
was having a really hard time eating when I only wanted to drag him to the bed.
“Eat, Princess.
You have to get your strength back. Did you know that sex burns off a thousand
calories? When you consider your high metabolism, you’ll probably burn triple
that much by the end of the night. You’re too weak for that now. Probably we
should wait another week or two; just to be safe.”
I stabbed
another piece of chicken and made a big show of chewing it up. After
swallowing, I said, “You’re not playing fair! I can only eat so much! My
stomach’s shrunk.” I speared another bite of chicken and washed it down with
mineral water.
He laid his hand
over mine and said, “Take your time, baby. We’ve got all night.” He traced the
rune on my hand and smiled slowly. “This night’s for you. I’m going to spoil
you, so just relax and let me.”
I nibbled on the
bread. “You’re a mystery.”
“Why’s that?”
I was idly
tracing the strong bones of his hand and enjoying the feel of his blood flowing
under the surface. “You’re so powerful, but you’re so gentle with me…I know
your strength, but you treat me like I might break. Why are you so good to me?
I’m not fragile.”
He shrugged and
offered me a tiny, sweet berry. The fruit exploded in my mouth and I couldn’t
resist kissing his fingers. These little berries were ridiculously good. About
the size of a thumbnail, they burst into a sweet floral juice that was very
different from the strawberries in America. I could move to France just for
these berries.
“You don’t need to
ask me that. You should know the answer. Think with your heart, not your head.”
He tugged me to
my feet and wrapped an arm around my waist. Leaning me back over his arm, he
nibbled the pulse at the base of my throat. His breath was hot against my skin.
He smelled of strawberries and bread and the wild forest scent that surrounded
him. My head swam happily and I closed my eyes. Before lifting me upright, his
mouth trailed kisses from my throat to the tie of the sarong.
“Are you okay?”
he asked softly. “Your eyes are glazed.”
Groaning
dramatically, I pressed against him and ran my hands underneath his shirt to
feel the warm muscle there. “I’m not going to be responsible for my actions in
another 30 seconds. You’re taking chances with my powers. Look! My fingers are
glowing!” I wiggled the tips of my fingers. They were glowing whitely in the
candlelight of the room. “I might accidently blow you up.”
With a smug
glance, he said, “This is your fault. You wanted a full night with me. Are you
telling me you can’t handle a full night with me?”
About the Author:
Author Contacts:
Website | Twitter | Facebook
Tour wide giveaway:
1 signed print copy of Stone Angela Rafflecopter giveaway
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for leaving a comment!