It’s been a while since I’ve had a Witches Knot book release! This one is Minx and Connor’s story (you met them in Vengeance Due) and it comes out April 4 from Ellora’s Cave.
WITCHES KNOT: CELEBRATION FOR THE DEAD BY LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2008, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave
Releasing April 4
“I only have an hour before Max and Jagger come back, probably a bit more if I know Max. We both know we’ll work this out. We can argue when I’m done with you.”
One of her eyebrows slid up and he wanted to laugh. “Done with me? Like a happy meal or something?”
“You’re being very difficult for a woman whose body is so hot the heat’s rising from her in waves. I can smell your pussy, sticky and sweet just for me. I know you want me as much as I want you.”
Sliding his hands up her torso from her waist, he pushed the collar of the robe she wore down her arms. Inch by inch the beauty of her skin revealed itself, soft and supple. Unable to resist, he kissed her bare shoulder, breathing her in as he did.
It was then he saw the bandages. “What happened?”
“Vampires. I told you, I stopped just outside San Fernando last night to do a bit of hunting. One turned into four, and one of those four was Anton Perdue.”
Rage washed through him, a relief since the fear was something new and put him off balance. “That bastard did this to you? My god, Melanie, this is severe. Did you go to the hospital?”
“No, he didn’t touch me. Got away right after I shot the last two. The one who did this is dead too. I’m all right. It’s already healing. No hospitals! Good god, what would I tell them? Pour holy water on it, I was attacked by a cougar?” She shrugged. “On a scale of what I’ve had happen to me this is just moderately bad. I’m not dead, or even undead.”
“Don’t joke! You’re damned lucky Perdue left instead of staying when you were already weakened. Don’t try to pretend, I can sense you lost a lot of blood.” He pushed away from her and began to pace.
“I’m not pretending. I’m just not having kittens over it. I slept for most of the day and went into town, bought lots of food high in iron and after I ate, I slept more. I know it’s not a joke. It’s what I do. What we do, or are you retired?” She moved to the chair and sat. Disappointment tempered his anger when she put her robe back in place.
She’d sort of looked forward to a few days alone to wallow a bit and to really figure out what she felt for him. Not like he cared. The man existed just to confound and tempt her. It was hard to think when he was there, taking up her every breath, her every thought. Which sort of answered the question of what she felt for him. Damn. The question, she supposed, was more of a what to do with him type thing.
Melanie took a long, leisurely look from the tips of the Marc Jacobs shoes to the top of his head. Sexy as sin and she figured he’d be twice as fun in bed. Funny, intelligent, compassionate and a damned fine warrior. And yet he’d walked out. Hell, ran out. She wanted him, and from that kiss he wanted her too. But could she pay the tab when he left again?
“I hate to think of you in danger. It drives me insane. I want to stop thinking of you but I can’t. You’re in my head twenty-four hours a day. I dream of you. Visions of you paint my eyelids every time I close my eyes. I smell you on my hands, hear your voice in my head. I’m done trying. I give in, Melanie, do you hear me?”
He fell to his knees in front of her and she stared at him, blinking rapidly.
His hands, warm and battle hard, slid from her ankles up her calves, thumbs softly pressing into the sensitive spot behind her knees while pushing her legs apart. The wisp of control she’d held on her need dissolved like smoke.
“Let me, Melanie. Please, let me touch you. Let me make things better.” His voice was ragged, hoarse and the Irish of it, the velvet seduction of that accent, stroked her deep inside.