This will be my last post for this party. I’d like to thank Jordan for making it possible for me to even be here. I’ll leave you with an excerpt from Luna the first in my priestess trilogy.
The Priestess – Luna – Book One
Luna has been without her beloved Paris for over a century, finally free to seek him out she isn’t happy at her discovery. The last thing she expects to find is that her Scottish warlord is engaged to another woman. They were married, and no way would she allow him to even look at another woman. Contriving a meeting Luna is stunned when he doesn’t remember her. Could fate be so cruel? Apparently so when she finds out exactly who his fiancée and her brother are. Unless Paris comes to his senses, she’s going to find herself in an uncompromising position as in dead.
“You are Luna Moor?”
Paris closed his eyes to the sound of her husky voice. A vague image came then filtered away.
He struggled to concentrate. Already he could envision her long limbs wrapped around his waist as he gripped her hips pumping hard. “And, er, I mean you have all these qualifications? The ability to undertake the duties I require?”
“I will satisfy any duty you require, any one at all.”
Oh fuck. Paris tried to adjust his rampant hard on. Never mind his PA humping him, his concern was the emotions she raised with his cock. All he could think of was sinking deep into her, to hear her scream his name as he plundered her sweetness.
Stop fantasizing. “You were at the premiere the other night.” He didn’t miss the surprise cross her features.
“When you called my name I had the feeling you recognized me, as if I should know you. Why?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe it was mistaken identity.”
Liar. He wondered if she were some sort of stalker. His attention dropped to the white blouse she wore, it stretched over a pair of delicious tits with the merest hint of a cleavage. Instinctively he knew her nipples would be a delicious dark brown made for his lips to suckle on.
She studied him in silence. Paris realized she knew where his aim was focused.
“Why do you want this job?”
Tilting her head she brushed a long dark lock behind her ear. One that had broken free of the formal bun resting at the nape of her neck. “I’m out of work and have bills to pay, I need to earn a living.”
“You’re aware this is a live in position?”
“No I wasn’t.”
“Would you have a problem with that? Boyfriend, husband?” He didn’t know why but the thought of her with another man sent a chilled anger through him. His. She was his. He frowned, where the hell did that come from?
“I’m not in a relationship, and no, that’s perfectly acceptable.” Her features paled and he turned to what had taken her attention. Slowly she reached forward and picked up the paperweight that sat on his desk. Her hand quivered as she held it, the sprig of heather he’d always had surrounded by the glass. It was his lucky heather, and whenever he looked at it a strange longing filled him. It was as if he should remember something that teased at his memory. The idea of enshrining it in glass as a paperweight had occurred to him ten years ago, and each day his gaze would be drawn to his tiny bit of Scotland.
It dropped to the floor along with Luna as her body crumpled.