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BLURB
Dorothy
Abigail Osborne can't stand another minute in her small Kansas
town where the men are either too old, too young, or too
backwoods. Not to mention that she's had it living with her
elderly aunt who thinks sex is one of the seven deadly sins. But
just as she's packing her bags, disaster strikes. A tornado
barrels into her home, snatching up Abby and her Irish
Wolfhound, too. When Abby wakes, she's sure she's dreaming. Not
only is she not in Kansas anymore, she's positive she's either
dead or on another planet. A beautiful enchanting planet filled
with sexy men, one of whom is more than willing to make all her
erotic dreams come true.
Lord
Kir, Ruler of Emerald City and Lord of the cave-dwelling
mountain wolves, finds a treasure on his yellow brick road.
She's beautiful. She's confusing. She's absolutely maddening.
Abby isn't from his world--but nonetheless, he knows he
must make Abby his own. Even as she tries her best to
claw out his eyes, he's sure he's spent his life
searching for this very woman. He'll claim her. He knows
he can teach her the pleasures of submission. Yes. This
is the woman, his kitten, his lifemate. Abby Osborne
belongs to Kir for eternity. . .if only he can keep her
from killing him first.
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EXCERPT
It was another
one of Abby’s perfect dreams. A man sculpted from the very hands
of God held her suspended at the water’s surface, one palm at
the nape of her neck, the other nestled in her lower curls, a
breath away from her swelling clit. She squirmed. If he’d just
move an inch and run his finger over the target, she’d explode.
They locked gazes, his somewhat
surprised, hers pleased—if not ecstatic—at this incredible
dream.
The most delicious tremor raced up her
spine as her nipples tightened.
She couldn’t resist reaching up and
running her fingers through the dream man’s golden blond hair.
It cascaded past his shoulders. So soft. So silky.
She tugged on the tawny strands, guiding
his head downward, closer to hers. He didn’t resist, nor did he
need any encouragement to press his lips to hers.
The kiss was light, tentative, an act of
discovery—but it was too fast, too brief. Dismayed, Abby let her
eyes flutter open. This time the vivid blue gaze that met hers
was carnal and demanding.
The man growled. He actually growled
before he captured her mouth in a hungry assault.
Hot damn! Now this was a kiss.
With a firm and commanding movement, he
thrust his tongue between her parted lips. The pressure at the
back of her neck increased as he deepened the kiss, ravishing
her, sucking hard and drawing her tongue into his mouth.
He tasted hot and untamed, like a warm
breeze on a summer’s moonlit night. He even smelled of freedom,
an earthy, woodsy scent, as if he had been created from the
earth itself. The aroma of pine mingled with something she
couldn’t identify, which added a hint of mystery.
The heat of the water, the sultry air
and the gorgeous man’s kiss made Abby’s blood boil and her body
scream for more.
She moaned, loving the feel of his
invasion, but it was nothing compared to the moment his finger
slipped between her thighs and plunged into her pussy. She
bucked against his palm. He pressed harder, deeper. The rough
texture of his skin scraped across her flesh and intensified the
sensation, sending bolts of pleasure up her core. Another finger
pressed deep inside her as his thumb stroked her clit, setting
her into motion.
Abby’s hips rose and fell to the
rhythmic beat of water lapping against the embankment. Again,
her dream man released a sexy growl against her mouth that urged
her to ride his hand harder and faster. Her inner muscles
clenched around the fingers buried in her channel.
Her orgasm stormed and then shattered
her entire being. No warning, no subtle build up. Just a tidal
wave of heat and sensation washing through her body. She
screamed, jerking against the violent tremors.
Her mystical dream lover tore his lips
from hers, his eyes dark with desire. Before the aftershocks of
her climax subsided, she found herself wrapped in his arms as he
carried her to the moss-covered bank. His jaws were clenched.
His breathing labored. He gently laid her on the mossy green
carpet, then followed her down and stretched across her. |
