When Xander Kane meets a delectable
exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows
he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home,
she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together.
He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to
his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she
did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with
his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for
them.
Raven embarks on a perilous journey to
protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every
turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and
everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able
to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way
to love?
A Siren Erotic Romance
[Siren Allure: Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, witches, daemons, bondage, spanking, HEA]
AVAILABLE: Tuesday, August 26th (This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, September 2nd).
Excerpt One:
“Myra, hurry up, girl. I need you up here before the
nightfall,” she said, and Myra sighed again. It was already getting dark
outside so, with slumped shoulders, she made her way up the flight of rickety
stairs, fully expecting a dinner of liver and onions with boiled potatoes to be
waiting on her upstairs along with a game of cards.
The scene that met her as she pushed the door open and
entered the apartment, however, made her freeze in the doorway, her jaw hitting
the wooden floor in shock. Hazel had pushed away all the furniture to leave a
wide space in the center or the living area. She had used chalk to draw an
enormous star in the middle of the floor, on each point of which there was a
lit candle, the flame flickering in the slight breeze that entered through the
half-opened window. There were bottles of oils and essence placed on the ground
beside the peculiar drawing on the floor, and a black book lay inside it. The
salt-and-pepper-haired woman was busy walking around the shape and sprinkling
some sort of liquid methodically onto the floor. When she noticed Myra standing
dumbfounded in the doorway, she quickly put down the container she was holding
and beckoned for the girl to join her where she stood. “Come girl, we don’t
have time to waste! The time has come for you to meet your destiny.”
“Aunt Hazel, what is all this?” Myra asked when her wits
returned to her. She took several tentative steps forward, wondering if the old
woman had finally lost it after all. “I thought we were going to watch The
Sound of Music again and then play cards.”
“It is your time, dear girl. Today is the day. This is what
I have been preparing you for, for all these years. Come! Take your place now,
it will soon begin.”
“Take my place? Where exactly is my place, aunt?” she
queried cautiously, her feet still firmly rooted to the spot where she had
stopped.
“You are the eldest, Myra, the first. It is you who must
bear the Mark first. It will begin with you.”
As much as Hazel’s words confused the heck out of her, Myra
didn’t bother to question her any further. She knew her aunt would only keep
speaking in riddles so the sooner she did as she was told, the better it would
be for her. Hesitantly, she walked over to where the old woman stood, and upon
her instructions, she stepped over the outline of the star and went to stand in
its center. Immediately, there was a whiplash of lightning, followed by a
horrific roar of thunder, causing Myra to jump in fright. Where the hell had
that come from? It had been a bright, clear day, no sign of rainclouds
anywhere. Suddenly, all coherent thought fled her mind as a searing pain
gripped the back of her neck. It felt as if someone was carving her skin with
an extremely sharp object, or branding her with a hot pole. A tortured cry tore
from her lips and she fell to her knees, her arms flying to the point of the
pain as if she could make it stop by wiping it away.
“Yes, it has begun,” Hazel’s voice noted solemnly. She
hobbled closer to where Myra knelt, clutching the back of her neck. “Let go,
Myra. Accept your mark. Accept your true powers.”
Then the wind began howling outside, rushing in through the
open window with the strength of a mid-summer Castallantran hurricane, so
powerful that it whipped Myra’s hair about her face and roared loudly in her
ears. In the midst of all this, the candles didn’t only remain lit, but they
seemed to be burning even brighter still. Staring at them in shock, Myra suddenly
noticed that inside each flame, there was the face of a different woman staring
back at her. She gasped and made to jump to her feet, but Hazel’s hand on her
shoulder restrained her.
“Do not fear, my
child, no harm will come to you,” the woman reassured her, and reluctantly Myra
remained kneeling as the faces in the candles’ flames began to chant together.
The words were in a language Myra had never heard before. There was no way for
her to understand what they meant, but somehow, she could tell exactly what
they were saying.
One of three, witches that be, we grant you this day, the
power to see. Strength, wisdom, and courage be yours, to find the spell caster
and the other that cures.
Then, just as suddenly as it started, the howling wind
stopped. The pain at the base of Myra’s neck subsided just as the flames from
the candles went out simultaneously, bringing an end to the mysterious
chanting, and the apartment was once again as quiet as it always was. Myra
jumped to her feet, head reeling with consternation as she turned to face
Hazel. The old woman just smiled and nodded before bending to retrieve the
black book from the floor. When she straightened again, she handed it to Myra
and then pulled her in for a tight hug. “Welcome to the sisterhood, Myra,” she
whispered affectionately. “I know this is overwhelming, but I tried to prepare
you the best way I could.”
Myra pulled away to look suspiciously at her eccentric aunt,
her eyes darting down to the book in her hand, then back to Hazel’s face. “Aunt
Hazel,” she began, her voice quivering slightly. “What just happened?”
“You finally joined the family, my dear,” her aunt replied,
smiling gleefully. “You now possess one third of the powers of the Great White
Witch of Castallantra.”
Myra promptly fainted.
Excerpt Two:
“Don’t come.” Xander’s voice was like a battering ram
slamming into her head, interrupting the intoxicating sexual high she had been
experiencing.
“No!” she screamed when his lips left her sex, his head
moving from between her legs.
He chuckled softly, gently easing her legs off his shoulders
and rising to his feet. “I say when, beautiful, never forget that. You come
when I tell you to, only when I tell you to.”
She had to bite her tongue to quell the annoyance that
welled in her stomach at his words. Who the fuck did he think he was? She
wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. She wanted to knee him in the groin and
get the hell out of there. But when he took her hand and pulled her off the
sofa, she couldn’t find the will to even resist for a moment. She was desperate
for him, desperate for the pleasure she knew he could give her. Moisture seeped
between her thighs when she noticed the lustful animal ferocity in his sea-blue
eyes and her anticipation returned with full force. Oh God, maybe she was a
whore after all!
He spun her around so that the fronts of her thighs were
touching the arm of the sofa. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down her
arms, reaching around to cup her breasts, as he used his body to push her
forward. She was now fully bent over the sofa arm, ass held high, head lying on
the soft cushions. She whimpered when one of his hands trailed a heated path
along her spine to finally splay at her waist and hold her in place. His other
hand delved between her thighs, easing the thong fully to the side as he sank
two long, thick fingers into her body with exquisite gentleness.
“So eager, so fucking wet,” he whispered
as he withdrew his fingers to fondle her clit before sinking them into her heat
again. Myra couldn’t stop herself from gyrating on his hand. Her pussy clenched
and gushed reflexively, loving the feel of his fingers inside her sex, wanting
even more still.
“Please…please, I-I’m so...God, don’t make me beg.” Hot
tears stung the back of her eyes when she heard the desperate, pathetic words
that had just been uttered from her lips. How did he do this to her? How did he
reduce her to nothing more than want and need without even trying?
“You don’t need to beg, beautiful, at least not tonight.
Tonight I’ll freely give you what you desire, all that you desire.” He pulled
back then, leaving her momentarily to quickly sheath himself with a condom.
Then he was plunging into her, his powerful cock forcing its way into her tight
channel, stretching her almost painful. A loud gasp escaped Myra when she felt
him sinking into her. God, she’d forgotten how big he was. Jesus, he was so
damn huge! She gripped the sofa for support as he filled her to capacity, inch
by glorious inch.
“Christ, you feel good. So fucking good around my cock,” he
rasped, his voice shaking with unleashed lust. He pulled back, sliding his cock
completely out of her. She glanced over her shoulder wildly, afraid he would
stop. Did he plan to just leave her hungry and desperate like this, to punish
her? God, she wouldn’t survive it.
“Don’t go! Xander, please, I—”
“Shhh,” he said, and she watched as he held his magnificent
cock in one hand and slowly rubbed it against her moist slit, teasing her until
she was wiggling against him, pressing back to try and force him to enter her
again. Then suddenly, he was at her entrance again, his thick member sliding
into her like it was made to be there. She cried out as he began to fuck her
steadily, pulling back and pushing in, finding a delicious rhythm that made her
pussy clench and flutter.
“Yes…Jesus, yes!” she cried, curling her fingers into the
cushion. Xander grabbed her hips and continued to fuck her at an almost
leisurely pace, pumping into her with slow, torturous thrusts. Myra worked her
hips, pushing back on him to try and get him deeper into her body.
“That’s it, beautiful, fuck me back.”
About the Author:
Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are
just a few but the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. Kelsie is
wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys
reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music
and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from
one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the
next adventure.
She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember,
her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to
life in her head every day. This novel is the first in her three book
paranormal series The White Witch’s Legacy. It promises to be an exciting trip
into her wild imagination and she hopes her readers will enjoy the experience
of taking a ride outside the ordinary with her.
Contact Kelsie here:
Twitter: @mskelsiebelle
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kelsiebelle
Website: http://kelsiebelle.wordpress.com
Email: kelsie.belle@yahoo.com
Thanks for hosting me Jan!
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