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22.2.10

The Future Looks Promising

There's something about futuristic romances I just love. The premise of new worlds, new rules, and people and technology we have yet to discover is so exciting to me. And being able to create those rules, worlds and people is too much temptation for a control freak like me.

I've written quite a few futuristics for Total E-Bound. Some are rereleases, others new stories. Later this year,
Seriana Found will be out. A novella about a (space) pirate and the woman he's been hunting, the woman he's finally run down. And boy, does he have ways of making her pay. Here's a sneak peek. Enjoy!

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Seriana could do no more than blink before she was spun around and pressed against a rock hard chest. She caught a glimpse of blazing eyes and a flat mouth before she was thrown into a whirlwind of desire.

Hard lips descended over hers with enough force to make her gasp. The minute she opened her mouth, his tongue invaded and his touch turned into seduction incarnate. Molding his mouth to hers, he swept the soft petals of her lips with enough heat to make her moan. His arms curled around her frame, bringing her tight against his body.

The padding prevented her from truly feeling him, but the rocking motion of his pelvis told her he more than wanted her.

Seducing her mouth, he began sucking at her tongue, stroking and thrusting until she wanted to melt through the floor. He tasted like ambrosia, heady and addicting and enticing all at once. Knowing it was Abjon but unable to stop herself, she reached for his hair and sighed as she felt the whispery soft strands under her fingertips.

He deepened the kiss and hugged her tighter, making her knees tremble and her loins pool with want. She could feel her undergarments wet with desire, could feel her nipples chafing the padding crushing her sensitivity. She groaned in defeat, that he could make her want him so soon, so easily, when she’d spent the past year running from him, running from this.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” His voice sounded deeper, more enthralling than she remembered, and she had to blink not to fall under his spell.

His arms encircled her firmly but without pressure. The contrast between his deadly potential and his gentle restraint increased her susceptibility where he was concerned. She found his strength and his control unbearably sexy.

Breathing deeply to still her trembling, she managed a faint if steady voice. “How did you find me?”

He said nothing, merely stared from her hair to her overly large breasts. His smile, when it came, was hard, measuring. “I always find what I’m looking for, didn’t you know that, Seriana?” He sounded cool, his anger in check but there close to the surface.

“Abjon--”

“Say it again, say my name.”

She swallowed against his threatening sensuality. “Abjon. Let me go.”

He ignored her, releasing her enough to peruse her costume. “Take it off.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I said take it off. Do it, or I will.”

Nervously eyeing the bulging arms he crossed over his massive chest, she pondered her options.

“I have no more patience, Seriana,” he said in a low voice, all the more menacing for its quiet. “If you don’t take it off, all of it, right now, I’ll do what I’ve been fantasizing about since you left.” He grabbed her hand and held it to his crotch. His erection was huge and swelling larger. He caught his breath, his eyes glittering with need. “Take it off or I will.”

She snatched her hand away as if burned, ripping off the hair falsifier. She peeled Ractor’s fake skin from her face, chest and arms, not surprised that Abjon’s gaze lingered over her still padded bosom. When she had removed all the fake skin, she moved to the pads under her clothing. His bland nod of encouragement had her gritting her teeth. Much as he loomed over her, she’d never really been afraid of him. Of course, he never used to look at her as if she were a meal he had every intention of devouring whole.

When she had discarded all the padding to the floor, she waited.

“I said all of it.”

“But that is all of it.” She didn’t understand. Did he want her to--

“To your bare skin. And don’t forget the false lenses.”

She gasped. “I’m not going to--”

He reached her in the blink of an eye, his speed as deceptive as his calm. “I told you not to play games.” He ripped her dress right down the middle, leaving her with nothing more than a pair of sheer panties and a thin camisole he quickly discarded...

Happy Monday!

Marie




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