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Blog postGET THIS BOOK As I draw, the design grows in my mind, until I can picture it fully formed on his right side. I slide into the zone I always wind up in when in my creative groove. The image unfolds beneath my fingers, a rendering of the Hermit tarot card in my own style, but featuring a woman in a long, clingy robe instead of a bearded man. Her body takes up the length of Sam’s ribcage and the lantern she holds aloft spans his pectoral, with the signature halo behind her head
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Blog postGet This Book Lying here naked beside him now is a sensory overload—even more than our wild fuck session in the shower earlier. Because now I have the clarity of mind to focus on the sheer size of him, on how his hand completely engulfs my pelvis, how deftly he delves between my thighs, how he homes in on my clit like his finger’s a heat-seeking missile.
I gasp and lift my leg, hooking my ankle behind his knee when he starts to stroke. His lips brush the edge of my ear. “You’re a
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Blog postGET THIS BOOK “Here, let’s get you relaxed. Drink a little.” He reaches for my cocktail and aims the straw at my mouth. I take a long swallow, then another, until the glass is dry and I have brain freeze, but once that fades a warm buzz seeps through my body. Then he begins massaging my back for real and he’s so fucking good at this I have no choice but to relax.
I don’t miss the moment when he releases the tie at my neck. The surrender to being slowly divested of what littl -
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Blog postGET THIS BOOK Drake doesn’t even knock, he just barges into the room, the low light from the corridor enough to illuminate the violently flailing body on the queen-size bed in the middle of the room. Ben’s naked, his dark tattoos twisting like shadows over his muscular torso as whatever nightmare he’s having grips him in a spasm of utter agony. The air shatters with another yell as Drake moves into the room.
“Ben, wake up,” he demands, switching on the bedside lamp. “It’s just a
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Blog postGet this book Pomona lifted the tray. Passing through the door felt like walking by an open flame. Maybe it was all in her head, but the man radiated pure heat. Her head buzzed from the proximity to his body, her upper arm nearly brushing against the bulging bulk of his chest and the snug, knit shirt he wore. He even smelled hot—like spices that would burn so deliciously if they landed on her tongue. God, the recipes she would craft if she could bottle that scent for flavoring.
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Blog postGet this book Mason “I learned that even if there had been a raging blizzard outside this afternoon, it wouldn’t have stopped me from seeing you again.”
She leans a little closer, a wry tilt to her lips. “Is that so?”
I swallow and suppress a primal urge to push her back, rip her clothes off, and mount her.
Instead I just murmur, “As true as the night is long, sweetness” as I brush my lips over hers.
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Blog postGet this book Leo Surging forward, I grab the back of his neck. My gaze is still on his lips, heart thumping like a drum, and I’m abstractly conscious that my dick has gone hard as a rock as I close the distance and cover his mouth with mine. He jerks back and sucks in a breath but I hold him tight, tilting my head and easing the pressure until our lips grapple in a proper kiss.
He’s frozen for a second until I touch my tongue to his lower lip and ease my body tighter to his,
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Blog postGet this Book Excerpt #1 Benedetta Being resurrected felt the same as dying. A fire bloomed with intense heat through my body, the flame blinding. The difference was that when I’d died, the sooty blackness dragged me under fast. This time, I was hurtled toward the fire itself, yanked unwillingly into the core of its blaze and held there, suspended while the light sent searing pinpricks into extremities that I hadn’t felt in eons.
It hurt, but it wasn’t the same pain as dyin
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Blog postGet this book She was a girl after my own heart, taking her pleasure from one satyr while giving to another. Dorian’s glistening cock slipped from between her lips and her hips ceased their undulations over Kyril’s face as she turned to me in surprise.
“Theo, who is she?” I whispered to my teacher who had appeared at the concert mere moments after my own arrival. He’d looked surprised at first, then shocked when I explained that not only had Neph sent me after them, but that I w
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