Sins
of Long Ago
Nocturne
Book
2
Naomi
Bellina
Genre:
Paranormal romance
Publisher:
Liquid Silver Books
Date
of Publication: 7/27/2015
ISBN:
9781622102372
ASIN:
B01051ZNZU
Number
of pages: 189
Word
Count: 71,000
Book
Description:
Werewolves and humans
don't mix. Until danger forces an alliance and desire demands
satisfaction.
Leading his pack of
werewolves keeps Vincent plenty busy, and now with a predator out to
harm them, life is more perilous than ever. The last thing he needs
is a woman to complicate matters, especially one who sets his body
and soul on fire. She's a human and a witch — totally the wrong
woman for him. Even if he could take a mate for his own, he refuses
to put her in the danger his life has become. No way can they ever be
together. Werewolf-style love is fine anyway. No permanent partner,
no bullshit, no heartache.
Genevieve has never known
true love. Cursed by an enraged woman long ago, females in her family
are doomed to go insane if they fall in love. Life has been fine
without a man around-- until a hot werewolf drops in and captures her
heart. Though they have plenty of obstacles to overcome, Gen knows
they can work past them. Tell that to Vincent, as he struggles with
old pack rules about love, sex, and consorting with humans.
As Vincent searches for a
killer, deals with death among his own, and tries to keep his hands
off Gen, she attempts to end her family curse. Together, they must
find a way to break free from the sins of long ago.
Heat level: 3 out of
4
Excerpt
“Have I managed to turn
you off yet? Scared you away?” With one finger, Vincent gently
moved her chin, tipping her face toward him.
In his dark eyes she saw
unease, despite the sureness of his words.
“I’m also the leader
of a pack of werewolves who need my attention. I work long hours with
my job and the pack, and now and then my phone rings all night. Once
a month, sometimes more, I turn into a wolf and hunt, kill, and eat
animals.”
Gen caught her breath.
“Now are you scared?”
he asked, lowering his lips toward hers.
A little, but not only for
the reasons he thought. Vincent stirred feelings in her, desires
she’d buried long ago and had no intention of digging up until
she’d met him.
The kiss started slow,
tentative, as though he were gauging her response. Beneath the gentle
movements of his lips she detected a hunger, a need, so close to the
surface she could taste it. His scent, which had tantalized her as
soon as she’d come near him, rose stronger, sending a burst of
moisture between her legs. She moaned, the arousal that had begun the
moment they’d touched scorching a path down her nerves. Her body
moved almost of its own accord, leaning into him. She opened her
mouth and welcomed his tongue and the feel of his arms pulling her
in, suddenly desperate to be closer to him, to feel the warmth of his
body, the touch of his fingers caressing her skin.
He cupped the back of her
head with one hand as he increased the intensity of the kiss. The
other hand slipped under her shirt and curled around her ribs. He was
hot, warmer than her own body temperature. His thumb stroked her
stomach, and then his hand moved up until he reached her bra.
In the distance an owl
hooted. The fire snapped and crackled, but these sounds only dimly
registered. In the forefront of her senses she heard Vincent’s
breath and her own, both coming fast and hard. He cupped her breast
over the fabric and squeezed, then with a moan, tore his mouth from
hers and moved it to her neck. He kissed and licked there, biting the
skin lightly with his teeth. She felt his body shudder and suspected
he held back from what he really wanted to do to her.
He pulled away again and
reached in his pocket.
“Look, I’m turning off
my phone. I don’t very often, but I need uninterrupted time with
you.”
His voice, hoarse with
desire, sent molten flames licking at her spine. She took the moment
apart from him to catch her breath. Did she have a blanket in her
car? She longed to get out of her clothes, to feel his naked body on
top of hers. Skin to skin, soft on hard.
He cupped her cheeks with
hot, rough hands she had to have touching her body. Now.
“Tell me if I’m going
too fast. I want you so bad.”
Too fast? Hell no. She
could not wait to run her fingers along every inch of him, to touch
him everywhere. Start with the rough stubble on his face, move down
his neck, through the hair on his chest. Then stroke his firm
stomach, over that low patch of hair, down to his cock. It’d be
hard, so hard, and would fill her hand like she was meant to hold it.
“No, please, don’t
stop.” Oh God, was that her, begging like a dog in heat?
His mouth covered hers
hungrily, and he crushed her body to him again, this time with both
strong arms. His hands roamed up her back and trembled slightly as
they caressed her. He undid her bra, then slid his fingers to her
breasts and brushed his thumbs against her taut peaks.
She whimpered into his
mouth. Her nipples had hardened the moment he touched her; they were
now painfully erect, and she longed for him to take them in his
mouth. As though reading her mind he grabbed her sweater and bra and
pushed the clothing up to her chin, then bent his head to her breast.
He licked and sucked one while his thumb and forefinger fondled the
other, the movement flooding a current of desire from her scalp to
her toes.
As often happened when she
became sexually stimulated while outdoors, the elements responded to
her growing excitement. The wind blew, rustling the fallen leaves,
and the fire flared up, matching the burning heat in her core. No one
had ever stirred such passion in her, such longing for more. She’d
not let herself feel this deeply with a man. Never. She undid the
fastener on her jeans and pulled down the zipper, then guided
Vincent’s hand there.
He continued his attention
to her breasts and slipped a hand inside her pants. Cupping her pussy
with his palm, he used one finger to stroke and probe through her
underwear. She squirmed in his hand, desperate to have him go deeper.
He finally pushed the elastic aside and eased his finger into her
slick folds. She knew she must be sopping wet by now. Tilting her
pelvis, she begged him with her body to rub her clit, pushing into
his hand. She was wound up like a vintage alarm clock; it wouldn’t
take much to send her over the edge.
Finally he touched her
nub, ever so gently. She groaned in frustration, and he growled, the
sound sending even more currents of heat through her.
“I’m taking my time
with you, woman. I want you hot.”
“If I get any hotter
I’ll turn into steam. I need to…”
A sudden noise
interrupted.
About
the Author:
Naomi lives in sunny
Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat. She
writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but is drawn to
romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling in
love. So she lets them. Her interests include dancing, motorcycle
riding, drumming and creating healthy meals. She takes the
opportunity to play whenever possible.
Her motto: Never pass up
the opportunity to have an adventure!
Visit her at
http://www.naomibellina.com/
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