Book
two in the Medusa’s Consortium series.
In
New York City, away from those she loves, living with the enigmatic vampire,
Desiree Fielding, Susan Innes struggles to come to terms with life as a vampire
whose body serves as the prison for a deadly demon.
When
Reese Chambers arrives unexpectedly from England, desperate for her help, she
discovers that Alonso Darlington, his lover and her maker, has been taken
captive and Reese has been warned to tell no one but her. Before the two can
make a plan, Susan receives her own message from a man calling himself just
Cyrus. He not only holds her maker prisoner, but also her lover, the angel
Michael. If she wishes to see either of them alive, she’ll come to him and not
tell Magda Gardener, the woman they all work for and fear.
With
no help coming from Magda or her Consortium, Susan and Reese must turn to the
Guardian – the terrifying demon now imprisoned in her body. He alone can help
them, but how can she possibly trust him after all he’s done?
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*****
Excerpt:
It
was a dark place where she found him, with walls so high only a small patch of
starlight was visible above, but she was a vampire now. She didn’t need the
light, and he, well he had never needed the light, had he? He stood naked with
his back to her. He was broad of shoulder. There were white scars like
latticework across muscles stretched taut over his shoulder blades. At first
she thought they were from a whip, but as she drew nearer, she saw that they
were more geometric in form, as though perhaps they were some sort of ancient
ceremonial writing. She traced the shapes of them with the tips of her fingers,
and his muscles rippled with the sensation. With a start she realized she’d
never seen his body before.
“That is because I have none,” came his
reply. “Only in dreams can I wear the
flesh of my choosing.”
“You’ve worn flesh often enough. I would
have thought it was always of your choosing,” she said, making no effort to
hide her bitterness.
“It was not my own, though. That
pleasure, I have never known.”
“Only in dreams, you say. Then this is a
dream.”
“You know that it is.” He didn’t turn to face her but leaned
toward her, and she slipped her arms around him and rested her head on the flat
of his back. His belly tensed at the touch of her hands, and he caught his
breath in a soft moan. “Touch is what I longed for most,” he said. “I thought the lack of it would drive me insane while I languished
in my previous prison. But here, with you, I’m closer to touch than I would
have thought possible. I do not mind it, you know. It is no hardship to be
nestled inside you, close to your heart.”
She released him and took in their
surroundings once more. “This is the place I’ve created for you?”
He pulled her arms back around him and
sighed with contentment as she laid her head against him once more. “This is
how I have decorated. The place you created for me was only the shape of
myself, both boundless and infinitesimal. Oh, it did not matter. I could see
through your eyes, feel through your flesh, even though it no longer lived as
it once did, even though you never spoke to me. I hoped that someday you
would.”
“And when I refuse, you come uninvited into
my dreams?”
“All dreams are uninvited, Susan, and
perhaps this time it is you who have come uninvited into my dream.”
She thought about that for a moment. Was
it even possible to visit the dreams of a demon? Did demons even have dreams?
“Susan?”
“Yes?”
“If I had come to you more gently, if I
had courted you and companioned you and been patient with you in the ways of
your world, would you have loved me?”
“You never gave me that chance.”
*****
About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted
ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, K D Grace believes Freud was right. It really
IS all about sex—sex and love—and that is an absolute writer’s playground.
When
she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. Her creativity is directly
proportional to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves
mythology, which inspires many of her stories. She enjoys time in the gym,
where she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. Her first love is
writing, but she loves reading and watching birds. She adores anything that
gets her outdoors.
K D’s
novels and other works are published by Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Accent
Press, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, and
others. She also writes romance under the name Grace Marshall.
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