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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Sacred Places

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

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Genre: Romance/Red Hot!/Paranormal

Publication Date: September 5th, 2006

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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.

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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.

posted by mandymroth @ 1:28 PM  
2 Comments:
  • At 1:32 PM, Blogger mandymroth said…

    Excerpt 2 from Sacred Places by Mandy M. Roth

    Copyright © 2006 Mandy Roth

    All rights reserved ~ a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication.





    “Yes,” she whispered, not going with what had originally popped into her head. As she stared at the other markings tattooed on his chiseled chest and lower torso, she sighed. If they were true and not just symbols he thought were the hip thing to have permanently placed on his body, then Coyle had a sporting chance of passing her family’s tests. Too bad he wasn’t campaigning for position of husband. Coyle wasn’t even in line for boyfriend. The man seemed to have blinders on when it came to her.

    Speaking of blinders.

    Deri chewed on her lower lip as she stared at Coyle’s body. The man needed to learn to wear a shirt near closing time and after hours or she needed to pray to be immune from his natural charms. Either would work. Currently, she spent more time watching him from afar than she did doing anything else. It was pathetic, but she did it all the same.

    The corners of his mouth twitched and for a moment it looked as though he was trying not to laugh. “So, you say you slept well then? Nothing kept you up or hindered yer ability to get a guid night’s rest?”

    As his grey gaze raked over her, Deri shivered. Goose bumps formed on her skin and Coyle began to rub her upper arms and shoulders lightly. She silently cursed herself for wearing the white, ruffle-trimmed camisole. She had a pink wrap blouse back in the office but as the storms had moved in, causing the humidity to rise and most of the patrons to clear out for the night in order to avoid driving in bad weather, she had taken it off. Now, she was left with next to nothing between her and Coyle’s touch. Her nipples hardened to pebble-like points and although Coyle made her heart race, she could do nothing more than stand there, allowing his touch.

    “Yer ice cold, lass. Something a matter?” The teasing tone in Coyle’s voice told her that he knew damn well what the problem was. The arrogant jerk. She had half a mind to cast a spell to make him bark like a dog for a week, but held back. The last thing she wanted was to reveal what she truly was. Somehow the knowledge she was a witch rarely went over well with others. It was why she’d long since given up telling people.

    Korey had managed to guess. It had been made easy for him since he’d walked in to find her using her power to help unload heavy crates of liquor after hours the week prior, but Deri had the sneaky suspicion he’d been on to her even before that. After a mini freak-out, Korey settled and swore he wouldn’t tell Coyle her secret—that he’d leave it for her to reveal. As far as Deri could tell, Korey had done just that.

    Coyle’s smirk grew, as did his boldness. He moved closer, pressing his body to hers. The feel of his clothed erection against her stomach made her gulp. That would never fit in her. She needed to stop dreaming about it. About him. The man would break her in two.

    He chuckled as if he could read her thoughts and hear her fear of being impaled by his massive cock. She wanted to smack his hand away, but the thought of losing contact with him made her gut clench.

    Instinctively, Deri went to slide her hands up and over Coyle’s, dropping the folder she’d brought for him in the process. It and its contents scattered onto the hardwood floor. Bending to retrieve it, Deri brushed her forehead against the solid wall of Coyle’s muscular torso. He froze. She continued to edge down him, placing her hands on his body more for satisfaction than support.

    The wind whipped against the exterior door that stood only a few feet from them, causing it to shake fast and furiously. In a heartbeat, Deri was upright and pressed against Coyle, clinging to him. A soft chuckle came from him as he stroked her highly sensitive skin. He drew lazy circles on the small of her back and each caress brought a whimper closer to the surface. Still, she stuck to him.

    “Och, it’s only the wind. You do nae need to be scared, Deri. I’ve got you.” His accent thickened dramatically and Deri would have commented if she didn’t so like the feeling of safety Coyle provided.

    “Baltic,” he murmured, as he rubbed her bare arms vigorously with his warm, calloused hands. She shivered. Her nipples scraped against his chest, making her moan and Coyle stiffen.

    He slid his hands around and brushed his thumbs over her hardened peaks. Deri could fight no longer. Her tongue darted out and over her bottom lip as her breathing grew ragged. Remembering that a few lingering customers remained, Deri tried to block the feeling of being touched by him. She failed miserably. The slight play of his hands was so quick she wasn’t sure if it had been on purpose or an accidental brush. Regardless, her pussy was now soaked as need cramped her gut.



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  • At 6:59 AM, Blogger Rene Lyons said…

    Congrats, Mandy! Yay!! Love that cover, but you knew that. ;)

     
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