BY
KRYSSIE FORTUNE
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Blurb
After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan
turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.
Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.
Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate--and they’re not sharing.
A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.
A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?
Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.
Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate--and they’re not sharing.
A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.
A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?
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Note:While
loosely linked to the Scattered Siblings series, this book may
be read as a standalone story
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About Kryssie
Kryssie Fortune writes the
sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her
paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves,
arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
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Excerpt
Accepting Seth’s offer of coffee had been stupid. She knew
that now. Eyes closed, she tried to picture Elias. Major fail. Her confused
emotions showed Seth cradling her in his arms. She shouldn’t lust after him,
not with Elias waiting for her at home.
Seth’s delicious scent—all fast-flowing rivers overlaid
with the scent of ripening corn—pulled her in like a lure. His solid muscles
made her want to run her hand down his torso. She loved his dimpled smile and
kept stealing glances at his tempting lips. Part of her wanted to taste him
right back. Damn it, I’m not a sleep-around kind of girl. With Seth, her
wicked intentions punched a hole in her good-girl persona.
Determined to resist him, she shoved at his shoulder.
Undeterred, he lowered his head toward hers. She ran her tongue over her lips
and puckered up for him. Surely one kiss—one tiny taste—won’t hurt.
Leaning toward him, she buried her hands in his curls and tugged him closer. He
smiled as he moved in for his kiss, a butterfly caress that whetted her
appetite and made her greedy for more. Kissing Seth seemed sensual and
abandoned, a taste of forbidden fruit she couldn’t resist. Didn’t want to,
really. One gentle sweep of his tongue over the seam of her lips, and she
opened for him, inviting him into the damp heat of her mouth. Another moan
escaped her, soft, low, and desperate. She needed him inside her, screwing her
hard.
Pulling back, he cupped her cheek and gazed down at her
face. His intensity, his need, and his determination to claim her showed in his
eyes. She’d never felt so alive—and excluding last night—so desperate for sex.
As if in slow motion, he lowered his lips back to hers,
plundering her mouth for kisses the way a pirate did treasure, and slid one arm
beneath her thighs. He rose to his feet and sat her, legs open, on the table.
She supported herself by putting her hands behind her as her legs dangled over
the edge.
Seth shoved her skirt up her thighs, stood between her legs,
and untied the bow on her blouse. The unadulterated joy in his gaze made her
think of a little boy unwrapping a long-awaited Christmas present.
Thank the Goddess I’m wearing my raciest bra
and panties. Her pulse rate rocketed as Seth kissed his way
down her neck and ran his tongue over her breasts. It felt raspy and rough over
her skin.
A needy shiver ran down her spine as he slid her blouse
from her shoulders and unfastened her bra. She sat with her skirt pulled over
her thighs and her torso bared for Seth’s delight. Forgetting everything except
the deliciously sinful man who held her with reverent intent, she curled her
arms around his neck. He’d protected her in the parking garage, comforted her,
and now his lips dominated her into sweet submission. Head spinning, she
clutched at his shoulders. Her pussy filled with her intimate juices, and her
nipples stood like scarlet beads atop her generous breasts.
“More,” she gasped. “I need more. Make it hurt.”
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