Thursday, October 26, 2006

Lucian’s Delight Excerpt by N.J. Walters

Lucian’s Delight Blurb:
At twenty-eight, Delight Deveraux enjoys her family, her work and her independence. All that changes when she works late one night. Delight is horrified when she witnesses her boss being murdered. Suddenly, she is running for her life, pursued by the same men who now wish to silence her. She is saved by a mysterious stranger she has met only once before in her dreams.
Dalakis men love only once in their life, so for hundreds of years, Lucian Dalakis has searched for his mate. He is shocked when she turns up unexpectedly in his dreams. Now that he knows she exists, he will stop at nothing to find her and bind her to him.
The explosive sexual chemistry between them sends her reeling. Not only does she have to deal with the fact that she is still being pursued by criminals, but the man she is falling in love with is a vampire!
She struggles with her growing attraction to Lucian, even as she tries to protect him from the scrutiny of the police detectives investigating the murder. But the threat to her still exists and when her brother is kidnapped, Lucian takes matters into his own hands.
Lucian’s Delight Excerpt
© 2005 by N.J. Walters
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
The darkness parted like a curtain and he was suddenly there in front of her. His eyes blazed like fire and pure menace radiated from every pore of his body. She glanced away, shaken by the intensity in his gaze.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the still body of one of her attackers. His sightless eyes were wide open, staring up at the night sky. Blood flowed from a wide slash in his neck and soaked into the ground around his head.
“Don’t look at them.” His softly spoken command made her flinch. This man was lethal in a way her assailants could never be. He was power. He was judgment and death.
Yet, his hands were gentle as he turned her onto her back. She could feel him touching her, soothing her aching flesh. It took her a moment to realize that he was dressing her, covering her naked body with her clothes. The reality of her ordeal began to sink in and she began to shake. The dark stranger sat down on the ground next to her and lifted her into his lap as easily as one would a child.
Biting her lip, she tried to hold back the tears that threatened. But then he stroked her bruised cheek with his fingers. Ever so softly, his lips grazed her wound. She was lost.
Huge sobs welled up inside her and spilled out of her mouth, their tortured sounds too loud in the quiet of the cemetery. Her entire body shook as she released her fear and pain.
Strong arms wrapped around her as he pulled her tighter into his embrace. Heat radiated from his massive body and she snuggled close to him, needing his warmth and comfort. He said nothing, but his chest rumbled as he made low comforting sounds.
He made her feel safe in a world gone mad. She owed him her life. She had called and he had come. Time had no meaning as she poured out her tears. When she was finally spent, she sniffed and scrubbed her hands over her face before finally raising it to look at her savior.
The moon came from behind the clouds, illuminating his face. Long black hair fell over his shoulders in a silky curtain, framing a face that was harsh, yet beautiful in its own way. His cheekbones were chiseled, his forehead high, and his lips thin. But it was his eyes that captured her. A brilliant emerald green, they were hard and cold as he looked out over the night, but the moment he sensed her gaze on him, they changed. Heat radiated from their depths as he raised his fingers to her face and carefully brushed away the remains of her tears.
Something about this man called to her on a very deep physical and emotional level. Delight knew that she was still shaken after her ordeal and that the last thing she should want was a man’s hands on her body. But her body wasn’t listening to her. It was totally illogical, but this stranger made her feel protected, cherished, and wanted.
Slowly, he lowered his head. His lips were gentle as they covered hers. He tasted and nibbled every inch of her lips as if he had all the time in the world.
It was she who needed more. It was crazy, but she wanted him. His touch and caress would wipe out the stain of the men who had hurt her and make her feel whole again.
Her lips parted on a sigh as she raised her head towards him, offering him more. Delight could feel his smile against her mouth just before his tongue slipped inside. Sighing, she opened her mouth to him.
His tongue tasted her, mapping out every contour and finding every crevice. Delight lay in his arms, surrendering to the bliss. Cradling the back of her head with his hand, he held her securely as he kissed her. She leaned easily into his strength, trusting him to support her.
The muscles of his chest rippled under his shirt as she skimmed her hand over his torso. Continuing upward, she slid her hand behind his neck and urged him closer. When her tongue stroked his, he moaned deep in his chest, and she shivered as the sound vibrated throughout her entire body. Their tongues tangled slowly, a dance of seduction meant to entice and not to frighten.
Delight could feel his erection growing as it pushed against her leg. She should have been afraid, even disgusted after what had just happened to her. Instead, she felt an answering arousal well up deep within her. Her panties dampened as her body softened in preparation for receiving him. The inner muscles of her sex clenched as if begging for his cock. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened to aching points. Never had she been aroused so quickly or thoroughly in her life.

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