Caressed by the Edge of Darkness
Rulers of Darkness
Book Five
Amanda J. Greene
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self / Indie Published
Date of Publication: 10/10/2017
ASIN: B073WDF13S
Number of pages: 393
Word Count: 127,000
Cover Artist: Kim Killion / Hot Damn Designs
Tagline: He will claim her…With one bite...
Book Description:
Hardened by centuries of torture, former blood slave, Gabriel Erhard, is driven by an insatiable need to destroy his enemies. Violence darkens his battered soul, leaving no place for mercy in his world. Gabriel’s only desire is vengeance—until he finds her.
Seized by vampires, bound as a slave, and placed on the auction block, Jordan Culver is instantly entranced by the dangerous male who claims her. Jordan’s new captor vows to set her free, but his haunted gaze burns with savage desire and his wicked kiss makes her crave his touch and...complete surrender.
While Gabriel battles his enemies, he will break every sacred law to achieve his ultimate goal—uniting the Outcast Society and creating a new vampire Clan. But the distracting human with mesmerizing violet eyes jeopardizes his plans. With every soft whisper she evokes his tormented memories, tests his sanity and challenges his every boundary. Can Jordan help him overcome the miseries of his past and find a future with her? Or will he lose what remains of his soul and become a true beast?
Excerpt:
“I’m not the
kind of human that cowers. I will not run from you.”
He appreciated
Jordan’s bravery but not her attitude. Losing his patience he snapped, “Would
you like a job or not?”
“I can find my
own, thanks.” She turned on her heel and marched toward the door.
Let her go.
Gabriel blocked
her exit. He should let her be angry. He should allow her to believe he hated
her so that she would hate him, but…he couldn’t.
“Get out of my
way!”
“Not a chance.”
She squared her
shoulders and notched her chin up. Regal, stunning, her violet eyes flashed
with defiance, challenge. “Should the lowly human have asked for your
permission to leave?” She pulled her hair to the side revealing the graceful
column of her neck. “Should I play the meek mortal and let you tap my vein.”
Her sensual mouth curled in a taunting smile. “My blood, I know you want it,
leech.”
Tempting lips.
Sexy voice. Bitchy words. Goddamn, he wanted her. “I thought we’d already
established if I wanted your blood, I could just take it.” His eyes narrowed.
“No. There is something else I want from you right now.”
He advanced. She
didn’t back away. Oh, he loved her spirit. Reveled in it. Vampires shrank from
him, but not his mortal. He doubted Jordan could even spell retreat.
She moistened
her lips, her tiny teeth catching the dip of her bottom lip. He groaned. He’d
nibble and lick that bow for her. As if she could read his thoughts, Jordan
responded to him. Pink tinted her high cheekbones; her breaths grew heavy and
the scent of jasmine intensified.
With
unfathomable speed, he lunged. Before she could react, he had her hair wrapped
around his fist. Their bodies slammed together. Soft curves to unyielding
muscle.
He had her
pinned against the back of the chaise. They both knew with one swift movement
he could have her beneath him.
Gabriel
tightened his hold on her hair as he drew his other hand up her body. His
gloved fingers skimmed the outside of her thigh, gently brushed over the arch
of her hip, caressed her side, lightly tickled her ribcage, and stopped. His
hand hovered just above her breast.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Jordan pressed forward; her luscious breast
fit his palm perfectly. They both groaned and shuddered from the contact.
“You make me
crazed,” Gabriel grated. Tilting his head down, he rubbed his face against her
hair, inhaling deep. “I’ve wanted…” He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck
then to the tip of her ear.
She shivered in
his arms. He could sense her need, her desire. It matched his own. Strong.
Relentless.
He kneaded her
breast, her nipple stiffened beneath her shirt. The pearl abraded his palm,
taunting him. Gabriel wanted to taste it, to pull it between his lips. Would
she like it if he used his teeth…his fangs?
His cock pulsed.
He pressed the hard length against her belly. A shocked, delighted gasp seized
in her throat. Jordan’s voice trembled as she whispered his name.
Their gaze
locked.
She aches for me
just as I ache for her.
He should stop
this. Never had a woman enthralled him so…Never had he craved like this.
Mindless.
The
mortal—magicless, powerless—she’d done this to him.
Gabriel released
her breast to grip the swell of her hip. He ground his sex against her.
She’d pay. He’d
show her why no one dared tempt a beast.
His vision
shifted, his fangs elongated. Yes, he’d show her and he’d take what he wanted.
Pulling her
hair, he yanked her head back, exposing her throat. He leaned forward and
inhaled her scent again, his lungs filled with jasmine and woman. His lips
brushed over her pulse. “Beautiful.” He raked his fangs over her pulse then
soothed the reddened flesh with his tongue.
Tiny sighs
escaped her lips with every kiss he pressed against her neck, her jaw, her
cheek.
“Look at me,” he
demanded.
She opened her
heavy lidded eyes to peer up at him from beneath thick, dark lashes. Her violet
gaze glowed with need, her delicious lips parted as her breaths panted,
silently begging for him.
When only a
whisper separated their lips, he snarled, “I’ve waited.”
Gabriel
possessively took her mouth. Claimed. Soft, giving lips trembled beneath his.
He delved his tongue inside, tasting her. He expected a shy response, a
tentative lick, but Jordan boldly kissed him back. She rose to her toes. Her
hands flew to his shoulders. She cleaved to him in desperation. He felt the
sharp points of her nails through his shirt as she pulled him even closer.
Tighter.
Holding her,
feeling her move against him, her mouth greedily meeting his. It felt right. Everything
about this felt right, like he’d been waiting centuries for this moment. As if
her kiss had broken some kind of spell, his heart pounded, his soul awakened.
Had he truly been cold and deadened for so long?
This woman. This
mortal was forcing him to feel again. He reveled in it; he reviled it. But he
couldn’t stop. There was no stopping, no going back. She’d marked him and he’d
mark her.
About the Author:
Amanda J. Greene creates paranormal romance for ravenous readers. She lives in Southern California, where she enjoys escaping the rewarding but hectic world of writing by spending time in the sun and sand with her military husband and their two dogs.
Twitter: @AmandaJGreene1 https://twitter.com/amandajgreene1
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