Just Released--SACRED PLACES! Ancient, eternal, magikal, and in love with a woman immune to his charms. The combination can bring even the strongest druid sorcerer to his knees. Sacred Places by Mandy M. Roth ISBN: 1-59998-268-4 Price: $2.50 Length: Short Story Cover Art: Genre: Romance/Red Hot!/Paranormal Publication Date: September 5th, 2006 Buy From MBaM! Coyle O'Caha, a seven-hundred-year-old, immortal druid sorcerer, has one claim to famehis experience mentoring fledgling witches. Three years ago, he found his soulmate, Deri Sullivan. With Deri haunting his dreams, he can no longer wait to claim her. Hes tired of waiting for her to fall for his charms and see that hes the man for her. Of course, thats easier said than done since Deri is immune to both his charm and magik. Deri Sullivans boss is a real piece of work. Not only is Coyle a millionaire with a body to die for and an attitude to match, but he also has a Scottish lilt which makes her knees weak. Hes a certified ladies man. A man she should avoid at all costs. A man she cant seem to quit dreaming about. A man with whom she wishes she could share her secret. Sometimes love happens at its own pace, other times, a supernatural nudge is needed. WARNING: This book contains hot, explicit sex and violence explained with contemporary, graphic language. TO BUY http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/product_info.php?products_id=202 Expert Enjoy this excerpt from Sacred Places Copyright © 2006 Mandy Roth All rights reserved ~ a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication. Only Coyle made her body react this way and it seemed to be getting worse as time went on. What had started off as mere curiosity on her part now bordered on obsession. He consumed her waking thoughts and seemed to invade her every dream. It had to end soon. She had someone else in her life. Someone who wasnt unobtainable. Someone who claimed to care for her even though he had a funny way of showing it. Why was she drawn to this moody millionaire who still insisted on running his own small pub on the seaside? Sure, his devilishly handsome good looks had something to do with it. How could they not? The mans black tousled hair hung just past his ears and it looked as untamable as the rest of him. The seemingly endless tribal tattoos adorning his body added a whole new layer to Coyles mystique. Setting aside his money, he was pure perfection. He also had the ability to not only make her feel safe, which was rare, but to make her laugh as well. You and every other babe out there. Women flocked to him. It was sickening. They arrived at the pub in groups of four or more, retreating to the back with Coyle until the wee hours of the morning. Deri refused to be one of his endless streams of women. She was not a Coyle groupie nor would she ever be one. Okay, maybe not outwardly, but inwardly Im a classic groupie. Disgusted by her lack of willpower, Deri steeled herself to his touch, hoping it would make her immune to whatever it was he possessed. It didnt. It did, however, make her painfully aware of how close she was to being one of his groupies. I will not throw myself at this mans feet. Jerking back from him, Deri shook her head, sending tendrils of red hair scattering about as her clip gave way. Her hair seemed to engulf Coyles large hands as it fell to the tips of her breasts, teasing her and driving her closer to the brink of begging him to have her. The sound of her cell phone ringing caught her attention and saved Deri from making an even bigger fool of herself. Drawing back more, she tipped her head. Excuse me. Of course, Coyle bit out, aggravation evident. Wouldnae want to keep precocious lil Chad waiting. Rolling her eyes, she pulled her cell phone from her waist. As if you have any clue who is calling me. She flipped her phone open. Hello? Hey, Deri, Chad said, his voice strained. For a split second, Deri thought she heard a females voice in the background, whispering something low near Chad. She dismissed the thought although her mind tripped over it once more. Umm, hi. She turned and tried to walk away from Coyle to avoid his penetrating stare. Plus, putting distance between herself and the headstrong Scot would only help to avoid letting him know he was right about who was on the phone. Though, Deri had little doubt the man needed no such confirmation. Wonderful. Sexy and psychic. Coyle moved with her, dwarfing her five-foot, six-inch frame with his close to six and a half feet one. The slightest bit of pressure from his hands was enough to hold her in one spot, not that she wanted to go too far from him anyway. No. Deri wanted to be pinned beneath those hands. Held in place as he used his long fingers to explore every inch of her. Take me. A cocky smile graced Coyles face. The urge to smack it off was great. She held back. Tell Chad I said hi. Before she could stop herself, Deri had her middle finger in the airflipping Coyle off in a very unladylike gesture. Coyle nipped playfully at it. Promises. Promises, Deri. If its rutting yer after youve only but to ask. Ill nae deny you. He ran a hand over the bulge in his jeans and arched a brow. I wouldnae suggest being fool enough to tempt me again or you might find yerself spread out before me like an offering. And, lass, he added in a low voice, Ill do more than take you up on it. Ill consume you. Her jaw dropped. Coyle captured her middle finger with his mouth and sucked gently, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Instantly, her inner thighs tightened. She gasped. He chuckled as he worked his tongue out and over her finger with a skill she could easily imagine him utilizing to bring her pleasure. Deri? Chad asked. Babycakes, you okay? What woman are you with now? The question made little sense but it fell from her lips all the same. Still, it was all she had and the feeling that Chad wasnt alone nagged her. It had been over a year since someone, besides herself, had touched her in a way that was even remotely sexual. To have the one man she desired most doing it was almost too much. What woman? Chad laughed. It sounded forced, with a nervous edge. Deri, I called to tell you that Im running late and stuck at the office. There is no other woman. I wont be able to pick you up from work tonight. Can you catch a ride home with Gigi? Coming to her senses, she yanked her finger from Coyles mouth and shook her head. No, I cant get a ride home with Gigi because shes off tonight and tomorrow and the next night, she mentally counted to five before continuing on, because shes visiting her sister in Pennsylvania, Chad. Remember? You were with me when I dropped her off at the bus depot. It would have been so easy to zap Chad with her power. Too easy. Killing mortals was wrong. She didnt need anyone to tell her as much. Inflicting a little pain on the other handno, I cant. |
