Today Kryssie Fortune has dropped by to share a snippet from her paranormal novel "To Wed a Werewolf."
Excerpt:
“I need to speak with Prince Giles,” she
begged, her voice a needy whimper.
He landed a light slap on her behind.
“Now, sweetness, I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips. Still,
give me your oath and accept me as your overlord, and I may permit it. Once
they’re back from their honeymoon.”
“Flaming arrogant wolf.” She kicked out
in fury. “Just cut me loose and go chew on a bone or something.”
“Perhaps you need more time to consider,
or maybe I should continue our game. Maybe a little pain will heighten your
pleasure.”
He pulled a knife from nowhere and cut
the rope above her wrists. She’d hoped he meant to set her free, but he tossed
her facedown on the bed. He lay atop her—a solid wall of muscle that pinned her
to the mattress and made her feel like the filling in a bed-meets-Lykae
sandwich. As she wriggled and squirmed beneath him, her nipples sank into the
mattress; then he spread-eagled her arms and bound them to the bedposts.
“My brother will have your pelt for
this,” Sylvie snarled, “and I’ll wear it like a goddamn cloak.”
His teeth snapped shut with an audible
clatter. “I guarantee you’ll wear me, sweetness, but you’ll learn to mind me
first.”
He sat on the bed and slid his legs
beneath her slender body. With infinite patience, he positioned her across his
lap, then ran a gentle hand over her panties. Okay, her wolf-man liked it
kinky, but as long as he let her come, she could live with that. Nervous,
eager, and helpless, she ground her hips against him.
“Tempting me, sweetness? Sorry, but your
power games don’t work on me.”
A sudden slap on her ass sent pain
shooting though her and heightened her need. She couldn’t enjoy this, could
she? He hurt and humiliated her, but her body thrashed with desire, and her
hips gyrated over his dick. Another sharp slap made her shudder, but her pride
came to her rescue, and she never made a sound. A third made her bite her
tongue until blood filled her mouth. She held her breath and waited, but how
could she want this? Somehow she’d escape him; then her brother would kill him
and serve up his entrails on a plate.
“Don’t be stubborn, sweetness. Just ask
me to stop.”
She tensed and said nothing. Four, five,
and six left her butt bruised and hurting, but seven started a tingling heat
that spread over her ass and into her pussy. She wanted to hate him, but eight
had her moaning. Nine made her hips rotate and hunt for his prick, and ten… Oh
God, ten was an avalanche of pain that pushed her to the edge of something
momentous and huge.
“Damn it, Sylvie.” He stopped abruptly;
then he rubbed his hand over her butt, soothing where he’d just spanked, “You
drive me insane.”
Insane? She felt the madness inside him,
and while she knew he wanted her body, she didn’t understand why she wanted him
just as badly—not after the way he insulted and humiliated her. Sex. It had to
come down to sex.
Caleb ran the strawberry over her lips,
and her hunger won out over her bravado. Just as she was about to sink her
teeth into the sweet fruit, he pulled it away and took a bite. Her glare condemned
him more than any words, but he just laughed and offered her another. When she
ate from his hand, the delicate touch of her lips on his palm made him crave
her mouth on his cock. He’d never thought feeding a woman could be such a
sensual treat.
His inner wolf growled when she turned
her head away, but he stood back and studied her boyish hips and firm, round
breasts. “Now you’ve eaten my strawberry, I should feast on yours.”
He watched her eyes widen in mock
innocence; then she shook her head and tried to back away—not that she could
when the rope held her wrists firmly in place. Caleb dropped to his knees
before her, ran his hands up her inner thighs, and nudged them apart. She tried
to keep them closed, but he shook his head and pushed them back open before he
buried his tongue in her cunt. His natural wolf settled immediately,
concentrating on pleasing its mate, but its hackles rose when she played
innocent and tried to step out of reach.
He punished her with a resounding slap on
her ass, but his natural wolf growled and tried to break free. Even his primal
wolf form wanted to protect her—from himself. She squealed in surprise and
excitement, but her panties were already damp with desire—for him. He laved her
sweet-tasting pussy until she thrashed and writhed in her bonds, then shoved
her panties aside with his tongue and sucked on her clit.
He lifted his head and growled, “Mine.”
Her eyes glazed, and her body trembled,
but he backed off before she could come. She shivered at his every touch or lick,
and her nipples had pearled into sweet strawberries just like the one he’d fed
her—and Gods, he needed a taste. He loved how her hips undulated against him
and her breath caught in her throat.
“Please,” she begged, “I can’t take any
more. Just let me come.”
She looked wicked, wanton, and desperate,
so beautiful his resolve melted like ice cream on a sunny day. Surely his Fae
princess would surrender soon. He was a warrior who understood the battle of
the sexes—and he was an alpha wolf who never lost a fight.
Blurb:
Sylvie's more human
librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men.
Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she
doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation.
A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go
awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.
Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?
Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?
About the Author:
Kryssie Fortune
writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon
into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular
werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
Titles by Kryssie Fortune
Scattered
Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance
To Wed a Werewolf
To Break a Warrior King’s
Curse
To Mate a Werewolf
To Seduce an Omega
Claimed by the Vampire,
Seduced by the Werewolf
Heroes
of Westhorpe Ridge - a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers
Marriage, Mobsters, and the
Marine
Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff
Desire, Deceit, and the
Doctor
Submission, Secrets, and the
Soldier
Standalone
Romances
Dominated by the Dragon
Taken by Twin Doms
One Knight Stand
Giving it up for the Gods
Wickedly Used
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Hi Kathryn and Kryssie,
ReplyDeleteWow that was one hot excerpt! This sounds like an awesome and intriguing read :)
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Roz
Hi Kathryn, Thank you for making my book looks so good.
ReplyDeleteHi Roz - I really appreciate that you took the time to comment. Thank you