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Shayla Black/Shelley
Bradley
The author of 20+ sizzling contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and
historical romances for multiple print and electronic publishers,
Shelley Bradley/Shayla Black, lives in Texas with her husband,
munchkin, and one very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys
reality TV, reading and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
Shelley has won or placed in over a dozen writing contests,
including Passionate Ink’s Passionate Plume, Colorado Romance
Writers Award of Excellence, and the National Reader’s Choice
Awards. Romantic Times has awarded her Top Picks, a KISS Hero Award
and a nomination for Best Erotic Romance of 2007. Her next release,
TEMPT ME WITH DARKNESS, a paranormal/urban fantasy romance with
Pocket, will be the first of the Doomsday Brethren series, available
August 26.
A writing risk-taker, Shelley enjoys tackling writing challenges
with every book.
Tempt Me With
Darkness
He’s an immortal knight hungering for satisfaction. . . .
As soon as Marrok sees Olivia Gray, he’s sure they met in eons past.
He’s felt her soft, gentle curves writhing in pleasure beneath his
own powerful body. . . Morganna! For centuries, towering Marrok,
once the mightiest of King Arthur’s warriors, has endured a terrible
curse the witch cast upon him when he spurned the witch.
She’s a modern woman about to discover ancient magic. . . .
Olivia shares a mystical—and irresistible—connection with brooding
Marrok. Soon after the sexy warrior appears in her erotic dreams, he
abducts her, demanding she uncurse him. Their intense passion is
more powerful—and intimate—than either of them has ever known.
Olivia may be the key to unlocking the diary that will break
Morganna’s hold on his life. But in the wrong hands, the book also
holds the power to destroy magickind. As they search for answers, a
ruthless wizard returned from exile is building an army of evil.
When he discovers Marrok and Olivia have the diary, only their
love—with the help of a powerful group of magical Brethren—can save
them.
Excerpt
"You know exactly how the book works."
"I've never seen the damn thing. Get it through your head
that you've got me mixed up with someone else. I'm not
Morganna."
"Pretending amnesia, are you? No matter; I read your curse a
thousand times before the bloody book locked. Mayhap you
will remember these words: 'Under midnight's moon you loved
me and made my body fly. By sun's harsh light you left me to
ache, no matter what I try. Eternity is my curse on you,
with nights of endless need. Find the key to free your black
heart or live this hell, no matter how you plead.' With a
few strokes of your pen, you condemned me to an eternity
without companionship, sexual satisfaction, or end. Now open
this book and end it."
Dear God, how was she ever going to leave this cottage
without being carried out in a body bag on a two-minute
segment of the news?
Marrok was straitjacket material. How could she find the man
so…sexual? Why was she so attuned to him, wanting to cling
to him? Her body ached. He actually made her dizzy, as if
she'd had a bit too much wine.
Focus! she berated herself. "I'm sorry that Morganna…um, put
a nasty curse on you. I'm sure it sucks. But I'm not her!
Let me go."
"I cannot." His hand curled around her nape, bringing her so
close, she felt him exhale against her lips. She tingled,
trembled. His eyes glowed with ferocity—and hot desire.
What would it feel like to make love to a man so focused on
her alone?
Sick thought. It went with the sick man. She should be
concentrating on escape, not the wild sensation of Marrok's
hands on her.
"I don't know what delusion you live in, and I can see how
the lack of sex would make you cranky, but I'm not Morganna
or the answer to your problems." She struggled for release.
As she twisted away, his arm tightened, enveloping her in
hard flesh and body heat. Repressing her desire, she stomped
her spiked heel on his toes. He swore, shaking the sore
foot.
"Stop!" she cried. "I'm not the woman you want."
The solid stone of his body slid across her hypersensitive
skin. Need wound through her bloodstream like an insidious
drug. His large arousal wedged against the small of her
back.
"We both know that is untrue," he spat bitterly. "Thanks to
you, I cannot be satisfied by any woman. Would it be
different with you, Morganna? Is that the thing I must
discover?"
He thought taking her to bed would uncurse him? Crap, she
was doomed. Especially since her body was pulsing in
approval.
"Damn it, I'm not Morganna. Sex with me will not change
your…state. Get that through your head!" You
make-my-knees-melt freak.
"Your curse says I left you to ache, no matter what you
tried. It would be like you to punish me until I returned to
give you what you need. Is it that simple?"
"No, no, no! Get your hands off me."
"If returning to your bed frees me, I will touch you how and
where I wish. I avoided you for a century, until you…what,
died after Merlin banished you from this realm? But no more.
I will be on you, around you, inside you—"
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