Author: J.L. McCoy
Series: Skye Morrison Vampire Series (#5)
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 4 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book & Print
After nearly dying in the battle with the monster Amun, newborn vampire Skye Morrison is more than ready to begin a peaceful life with mate Archer Rhys and their family.
Burdened with guilt by her unresolved relationship with Jameson, Skye tries desperately to mend what was broken and regain their friendship while in Boston for her Sacred Vow Ceremony. A man from Skye's past comes forward and, as the missing pieces are revealed, will she finally feel complete or is she being set up for more heartbreak?
With Skye consumed by the changes in her personal life, a surprising new enemy emerges to take control . Will the unlikely union of her vampire family and werewolf friends be enough to defeat this new threat?
J. L. McCoy resides in the beautifully weird city of Austin, Texas with her opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome husband Kenny. She has always been a passionate reader and enjoys watching movies, traveling, listening to heavy metal/classic rock/80s music, getting mani/pedis with her girls, and singing karaoke. She loves body art and is hopelessly addicted to Sonic’s ice and Route 44 un-sweet raspberry iced tea.
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Warning: Explicit Content
“Cion,” Archer whispered and I opened my eyes and immediately pulled my fangs out, but not without great difficulty.
I sat up on Donovan’s hips and glanced at Archer as I licked my fangs clean. The heat zinging between us was almost palpable as he leaned in to kiss me. Donovan chose that moment to moan again and my eyes darted back to the two weeping puncture wounds in his neck.
Just one more little taste, I told myself as I leaned back down. I was always hungry and it was an inconvenient curse that would only fade with the passage of time…lots of time.
Archer grabbed me by the hair and I hissed with pain and desire as he pulled me off Donovan and slammed me against the wall of the airplane.
“Donovan?” he called as he grabbed my right leg and hitched it up.
“Y-yes, sir?” he dazedly answered back.
“Thank you for the meal. We enjoyed it. As soon as you are able, please exit the room and close the door on your way out.” I growled then at the thought of my food leaving and Archer quickly added, “The sooner, the better, son.”
“I’m hungry,” I growled lowly, trying to reason with him. I was hoping he’d let me have just one more bite.
“I’m hungry too, love,” he grinned sexily. “Very, very hungry.”
His mouth flashed to mine and soon Donovan’s blood was a distant memory. Moaning at the contact of our lips, I jumped up and wrapped my other leg around his waist; locking my ankles behind his back. Archer’s tongue slid against my bottom lip and I eagerly opened my mouth, inviting its entrance. Our tongues frantically clashed and warred together as my burning need turned from Donovan’s blood to Archer’s sex.
My hands clawed at the back of his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, as his hands kneaded my ass. I began frantically trying to unbutton it and Archer’s hips ground harder into the apex of my thighs.
“Do you want me, baby?” he growled against my lips as I shoved his shirt off his shoulders.
“Need,” was all I could whisper and moved my hands to his belt.
Archer set me down on the floor, his eyes traveling hungrily down the length of my body. My eyes did the same and I loved what I saw. His chest was broad and his pecs and abs were beautifully, perfectly defined. I ran my nails down his front and he grinned wickedly at me.
“Take your clothes off.”
I didn’t hesitate as I kicked my chucks clear across the room and began unbuttoning my jeans.
“In a hurry?” He chuckled at my eagerness.
“I haven’t had you inside me in almost three weeks, Archer,” I breathed as I unzipped.
“I know baby and I intend to fix that…right now.”
My jeans hit the floor and I stepped out of them and toed them away as I lifted my tank over my head. I stood in front of him in a see-through black bra and matching thong panties.
His nose flared and desire poured off him in waves. “All of it,” he growled, his eyes drinking in my newly flawless skin. The last scar from my battle with Amun had faded three days ago and this was the first time Archer had seen me naked since before the injuries were inflicted by the sword.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, drawing my shoulders forward and down, allowing the straps to slowly slide down my arms before I let the cups slide down as well.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as I moved down to my panties, hooking my thumbs into the side strings and leisurely lowering them down my thighs.
Archer began undressing, his eyes never leaving my body. I heard the door to the bedroom click and I knew we were finally free of our steward.
The black thong dropped and pooled at my ankles as I reached up and ran my middle finger strategically across my collarbone, between my breasts, and down my stomach.
“Ifreann na Fola,” he growled softly, his ice blue eyes beginning to fade as his emotions took over. “I’m going to fucking wreck you, baby.”
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