The White Witch's Legacy 2: Eryn
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Blurb
Eryn
Lancaster is grieving the loss of the only family she’s ever known, her
grandmother Clarisse. She wants to sell their little business and move away
from the village she has lived in all her life, in order to get over the pain
of loss. Then a gorgeous business man walks into her little bookstore-cafe with
an offer to purchase and turns her whole world upside down. But Eryn is in for
the shock of her life when she finds out who she really is and just why Asher
Valentino sought her out.
Ash is on a mission to help his brother's
girlfriend, Raven, find her long lost sister, in order to defeat an evil
sorcerer. But when he finally finds the enchanting beauty called Eryn
Lancaster, the mission becomes the last thing on his mind. He wants her and he
plans to have her by any means necessary. He plays a dangerous game of deceit
by omission that almost gets him the prize he desires most, Eryn's body. But he
soon learns that lies and lust could cost him the prize that he needs the most,
her love.
Excerpts:
Eryn knew it was rude to
stare, but she couldn’t help herself. God knew it was very rare that such a
fine specimen of manhood even passed by the threshold of this antiquated store.
Of their own will, her eyes traveled down from
his face to peruse the rest of him, and she was not disappointed in the least.
He was tall, at least a good foot or so taller than her petite frame, with lean
muscles that spoke of strength without unnecessary bulk. She could only imagine
how absolutely fantastic he would look without the black button-down shirt he
was wearing. The long sleeves were cuffed to his elbows, the fabric stretching
across his chest, and she imagined that, if removed, it would reveal sinuous
muscles and not an ounce of spare fat on his frame.
“Hello?” the stranger said. His smooth as silk,
raspy voice broke into Eryn’s reverie and snapped her back to reality. That’s
when she realized that he was staring at her so intently that his gorgeous eyes
were literally smoldering. Heat suffused her face in an instant, the fire in
his eyes sparking a yearning within her that was totally unexpected. She
blinked rapidly in a bid to pull herself together, and hoped to God there
wasn’t actually drool oozing out of the side of her mouth.
“Oh! Um, yes, hello,” she stuttered in a rushed,
breathy voice that made her blush as she heard it. She cleared her throat and
tried again. “Please forgive my rudeness. You must be the gentleman that’s
interested in purchasing the store, right?”
There was a slight pause and Eryn noticed a
flicker of confusion cross his face, but it disappeared so quickly that she
couldn’t really be sure. “Ah…yeah, that’s right! I came to take a look around,”
he replied, almost as if he’d forgotten why he was here. That struck Eryn as
odd, but she didn’t dwell on it, although it would be too bad if such a
gorgeous man wasn’t altogether right in the head. She almost chuckled at that
thought.
“Well then, right this way, please,” she told
him, stepping aside to allow him to enter the small store.
He stepped across the threshold, his steps
faltering almost imperceptibly as he did so. He quickly regained his
equilibrium, though, making her wonder again if she was imagining things. He
walked confidently into the cluttered room so she could close the door behind
them. She watched closely as he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked
around the room several times before turning back to her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Asher
Valentino,” he said with a devastatingly disarming smile.
He withdrew one slender yet strong hand from his
pocket and leaned over to offer it to her. Eryn licked her unexpectedly parched
lips before reaching out to accept his gesture. The moment he enclosed her
small hand in his firm grip, heat shot up her arm and her whole body began to
tingle with a sensation she’d never felt before in her life. Every nerve ending
seemed to come alive, the hairs on her neck prickled, and her eyes flared with
an awareness that was almost tangible. Utterly unnerved by the strange
occurrence, she quickly pulled her hand out of his hold, offering a feeble,
apologetic smile for any offense he might take to her response.
“Um, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.
Valentino,” she told him, then had to clear her throat when she realized how
husky she sounded.
His smile remained in place, but his eyes
narrowed slightly as he continued to study her. “Oh no, Ms. Winthrop, the
pleasure is definitely all mine. I must admit, though, you aren’t who I was
expecting when I saw the name Clarisse Winthrop.”
Eryn froze for a second at the mention of her
grandmother. It was still surreal to think of her in the past tense, but she
took a deep breath and pasted as bright a smile as she could muster onto her
lips. “That’s probably because my name isn’t Clarisse Winthrop. I’m Eryn
Lancaster. Clarisse was my grandmother. This place belonged to her before she
passed on.”
The minuscule widening of his eyes was the only
indication that he was surprised by the information she had just shared. Then
his face took on a look of genuine sympathy, compassion shining in the depth of
his lovely eyes. “Well, Ms. Lancaster, please forgive my assumption. And I’m
very sorry for your loss. Were you two very close?” he asked.
She should probably have been taken aback by the
frank question, but somehow, it didn’t strike her as the least bit odd. Her
lips curled in a sad smile and she turned away from him, not trusting herself
to be strong in the face of the compassion she saw in his eyes. “Yes, actually.
She was my only family. I lost my parents a long time ago.” She heaved in a
huge breath in an effort to shake off the morose feeling that had enveloped
her. “Anyway, Clarisse lived a full, happy life, so mourning for her would be
pointless. Why don’t we get on with that tour you came for?”
He gave a rueful smile, acknowledging her wish
to change the subject with a brisk nod. “Of course. Lead the way,” he told her.
Adult
Excerpt:
Instantly, his hands found her drenched pussy
and began to caress her. Then he was leaning down, his head settling between
her spread legs and his mouth finding her hot sex. She quivered and moaned as
his tongue swiped along the swollen slit of her opening, delving into her as it
passed back and forth.
“Lift your blouse and fondle your breasts,” he
commanded, easing his mouth off her pussy so he could speak. She quickly did as
she was told, pushing her blouse up to expose her generous boobs and taking
them into her hands.
“That’s it baby,” he whispered his
encouragement. “Squeeze those tits. Make your pussy flood for me.”
She expelled a long, low moan as his mouth
returned to her pussy and began the sweet, torturous licking again. She pinched
and tweaked her nipples, then rubbed the sensitive tips with her palms. The
sensations created by the cool wind wafting across her skin, her smooth palms
gliding over her nipples, and Ash’s mouth sucking on her clit were almost
unbearable, and soon she was writhing in pleasure on the hard surface of the
hood. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed, liquid fire oozing out of the hot hole as
Ash’s expert mouth pleasured her sex. She continued to stimulate her breasts
with her fingertips, adding to the sensations already overwhelming her nerve
endings. Soon Ash was pushing her legs even wider and, sliding his stiffened
tongue in and out of her entrance in a maddeningly deep tongue-fucking.
“Damn, Ash! I want more,” she cried, releasing
her breasts to thrust her fingers into his hair, not caring two hoots anymore
who might hear or see her. “Please, baby, I need your cock.”
He didn’t hesitate to grant her wish, pulling
back to gently drag her off the car by her legs as soon as he heard her
desperate plea. “Turn around and bend over,” he told her, unsnapping his jeans
as he waited for her to obey his command.
Her skirt still bunched up around her waist, she
bent forward until the tips of her breasts touched the cool metal of the car.
She gasped when she felt Ash spreading her legs wider to accommodate him
between them and then his heavy cock was at her entrance, pressing forward to
ease inside her body. She groaned as he slid into her slickness, his shaft
stretching her pussy, causing a twinge of discomfort to the still-slightly-sore
tissues.
“Oh God, yes!” she cried, loving the feeling of
being stretched to capacity, completely filled with his massive cock.
“Feels good, huh?” he asked, his voice a
breathless groan, as if he was barely hanging onto his control. “So goddamn
good!”
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