Happy release day to R. Scarlett 💖
Esce oggi il suo Body of the Crime, secondo romanzo della serie paranormal The Blackest Gold :D Meravigliosa la cover, non trovate? In più, per voi c'è anche un corposo estratto ;)
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Never trust a demon.
Never trust your heart.
And never trust the woman who holds it.
In Body of the Crime, a beast craved a beauty and oh, how she ravaged him.
Never trust your heart.
And never trust the woman who holds it.
In Body of the Crime, a beast craved a beauty and oh, how she ravaged him.
FULL COVER
LEGGI UN ESTRATTO
“Good. Because he needs you.”
Tensley’s dark eyes turned to her.
Eyes a dark, vivid night and he marched towards her, grasping her face into his
large, powerful hands.
“Are you hurt?” Tensley asked when
they were by themselves, his thumb skimming along her jaw down to her neckline.
“I’m fine, Tensley,” she whispered,
squinting in the muted light. She caught his wrist and stroked it while he held
her face still. She watched his vivid eyes, terrified, but fascinated by their
darkness. “Are you okay? Your eyes are pitch-black. What’s wrong?” she asked,
anxious.
He caught her eyes, that lethal
stare making her stomach flip. “When we feel threatened, angry or…aroused…our
eyes tend to turn black.”
Her cheeks grew hot and she knew he
could feel the warmth on his palms. Those dark, vivid eyes continued to watch
her closely.
“All I can smell is my scent on
you, and seeing how he just had his hands on you, how you weren’t protected—”
Tensley hissed, a snarl escaping him. “I want you so bad I can’t think
straight. I want to bite your ivory neck—deep, deep enough to mark. Deep enough
to protect you and make you unconditionally mine. Do you want me to do that,
Molly?” he asked, his voice breathless with need. His eyes turned feral, he was
a predator. A beast. And he could no longer resist his prey. “Would you bare my
mark, Molly? Are you ready to be mine?” he finished, his voice low and raw.
“Yes,” she answered, her breathing
uneven. She was ready for the beast. She was ready for it all.
His mouth found hers and it was
vicious, impatient. Molly dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, before
sliding them up to tug on his thick mane of hair. That only stirred the beast
within him, and he grasped her hips, pulling her flush against his muscular,
powerful frame.
His hands palmed her rear and with
a sudden growl, he lifted her up. She gasped, breathless in his strong hold,
but he caught her mouth again and swallowed her breaths, leading them to a
desk.
He paused, his chest warring
against hers and she stared down at him, stroking his heated cheeks, those
demon eyes penetrating hers.
“Not here, not like this,” he
breathed out. “We’re leaving.” He placed her down, her legs heavy and weak, and
he grasped her hand, taking them out of the room.
Molly stayed close, feeling
the heat roll off Tensley’s skin from the beast inside him. When she kissed his
forearm before they left the empty hallway, he threw her a lethal, dangerous
look, one that warmed her belly with desire and the knowledge of what was about
to happen.
He’s going to mark me.
Tensley weaved through the crowd,
shouldering some to make sure Molly moved through untouched. One man looked at
her and Tensley snarled at him; his beast had taken over, the demon side
controlling him to defend her, to warn others off.
As they approached the front doors,
Molly’s heart raced. So close to freedom, to being outside of his culture and
being ininto his arms.
“Tensley,” a voice called when they
were nearly out.
Tensley stalled, and Molly followed
his gaze to see his father approaching. Mr. Knight turned his focus on Molly
and raised his chin, sniffing once.
He followed that with a curt nod of
approval, and Tensley kept his route out of the party, rushing them down the
front steps.
His arm snaked around Molly’s waist
as he waved down a car.
“You want the beast?” he whispered
into her ear.
“Yes.”
GRAPHIC TEASERS
R. SCARLETT
R. Scarlett lives in a small quaint town in Southern Ontario, Canada and has an unhealthy obsession with mythology and romance.
From studying English literature and minoring in History, she loves losing herself in a good book and snuggling up to her Brittany Spaniel. When she's not writing or plotting a delicious novel, she can be found hanging out with friends and family, going on long car rides, exploring small towns, or watching reruns of Sex and the City.
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