Title: When Lightning Strikes (Credence Curse #2)
Author: Sedona Venez
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
He’s flawed like a MF, but I want him.
Wolf-Shifter. Tattooed. Dangerous. Off-limits. Everything I crave — and everything I shouldn’t want.
“I would love to see what else your dirty little mouth can do.” With those little words, my body shivered as a surge of energy zipped into my body, unlocking something I didn’t understand. My brain started functioning with a clarity I hadn’t experienced in years. No warring emotions, just calmness.
This shouldn’t be happening, especially not with him. God. This was going to be a rough damn ride.
“I’ll do my best to break you in slowly, submissive,” he hissed, his voice dripping with raw sex.
Is total submission inevitable?
“When I get you under me, it’s going to be slow, hard, and memorable.” ~ Ryker
I have other plans.
“Go find yourself a woman stupid enough to settle for less than you're willing to give. Whose heart you can break without giving a sh*t. This woman is off limits.” ~ Lightning
***WARNING: When Lightning Strikes is an Paranormal Romance intended for mature audiences. Recommended Reading Age 18+***
Excerpt #1In a blink of an eye, before I realized what I was doing, I walked over to him, straddling him and cupping his face.
His sea-green eyes snapped open. “Light? What the hell are you doing?” The deep timber of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. Damn, it was sexy. “I’m spiraling out of control. And when I get like this, I’m dangerous. And nothing can calm my beast except time to cool down.”
I didn’t move. Instead, I ran a finger across the scar on his left eyebrow. Strangely, he leaned his face into my hands tenderly, wrapping his arms around my back. I tried not to blink in shock. Dammit, he was turning out to be exactly the opposite of what I envisioned. Despite his hard, steel demeanor, I felt the passionate streak that ran through his core. He actually cared about his pack and Others. This wasn’t what I envisioned him to be as an Alpha from a ruthless bloodline.
I ran my fingers across his well-groomed, dark beard, enjoying the softness. He growled low and sensually. I felt the slight prick of his claws through my shirt, which normally would have sent me sprinting away, but there wasn’t anything normal about this strange connection between us. Slowly, I felt his claws retract and his blunt fingers caress my back.
His full focus was on me, the attention giving me little shivers of awareness as we stared at each other, speechless, faces mere inches apart. Ryker leaned into my body, pressing his lips against mine before he sucked my tongue into his mouth. My tongue slid around the tip of his, then rubbed under it. My body pulsed with need, and every cell was focused on him. His hands slid up to my neck, grabbing the back of my head possessively before kissing my throat gently. The contradiction between the hardness of his grip on my hair and the gentleness of his kiss sent a shiver down my spine, my mind imagining all of the other delicious things his mouth could do.
What would those big hands feel like on my body? My skin quivered at the thought.
My body shivered with unease as I scooted back into my chair. My unease heightened when my body instantly went on high alert like a cornered animal. I watched with narrowed eyes as the door slammed open. Storm and Knox burst in, followed by four men. My unease increased tenfold when my eyes were drawn to the only man on Earth who simultaneously made my sex clench with lust and stomach roll with hatred—Ryker Alfero.
Why in the hell was he here?
His sea-green eyes darted to the empty bottle of tequila sitting in front of me. He snorted with distaste. “Oh, there she is, my beautiful drunk.” He held up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?” he asked mockingly.
I gave him the middle finger. “One—now fuck off!”
Today, I refused to let him ruffle my feathers like he did at his gala the other night. This is Business Light, hyper-composed Light, fashionable, elegant, in-charge Light. Today, I deliberately chose to dress the part by wearing my best designer handiwork, a dainty grey petal-collar blouse, five-inch black studded heels, and black pants.
“Baby, your dirty little mouth is making me hot,” he growled.
He sauntered toward me with fire in his eyes. I refused to get up. His eyes locked on me, as he trapped me against the chair with his beefy arms.
His lips grazed the shell of my ear when he grumbled, “I would love to see what else your dirty little mouth can do.” With those few words, my body shivered as a surge of energy zipped into my body, unlocking something I didn’t understand. My brain started functioning with a clarity I hadn’t experienced in years. No warring emotions, just calmness.
Good God! This shouldn't be happening, especially not with him.
About the Author
Sedona Venez is the author of the New Adult Credence Curse series, and the New Adult Valkyries: Soaring Raven series. She is a NYC girl (go Brooklyn!) with a slight obsession with her iPad, Pinterest, and television shows Pawn Stars and Face Off. Her love of music, tattoos, rockers, alpha men and wolf-shifters inspires her edgy paranormal romance novels. She also writes Middle Grade/Young Adult under her real name, T.L. Clarke. You can find out more about Sedona and her novels by visiting http://www.sedonavenez.com
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