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About the Book:
Title: FOR THE HUNT (For the Blood Book 4)
Author: Debbie Cassidy
Pub. Date: June 18, 2019
Publisher: Debbie Cassidy
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 107
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There is no pixie dust in faerie...
In faerie The Hunt is the top of the food chain, and me? I'm the
head of the viper, or so they tell me. But that's a lie. Something is rising, a
dread, a fear that cannot be named, and I'm about to dive right into the thick
of it. Now, if only I can get the guys and The Hunt to work together then maybe
we can all come out of this unscathed.
Join Eva and the guys as they adjust to life in faerie in this
sequel novella to the For the Blood Series.
Buy the first 3 books!
Excerpt
I moved atop Elias, the tempo of my rhythm increasing as I approached climax. He thrust his hips up to meet mine, his fingers biting into my hips with pleasant intensity. I tipped my head back, and one of his hands relinquished its hold on my hip and moved to my breast. He was rough, kneading and tugging just the way it worked with us.
Oh God.
Awareness rippled through me, a tugging of a different sort. The Hunt. The dead. I had to… Oh God… The orgasm ripped through me, accompanied by Elias’s moan. Green flashed before my eyes and Caister’s voice cut through my groan.
“If you’ve quite finished.” He stood at the head of the bed dressed in his inky-black Hunt gear, leather and cotton and more leather. His emerald gaze swept over my naked form with something akin to arrogant ownership. The heat of passion died as anger flared to life in my chest, along with the bite of something else that I couldn’t define.
“Get out.” Words that should have been clipped came out breathless, which annoyed me more.
Elias cursed colorfully and attempted to pull out of me.
I placed a hand on his chest to hold him in place. “Not you.” I glared at Caister, ignoring the flutter in my belly at the way his eyes blatantly roved over my body. “You. Get out now.”
He crossed his arms and raised his attention to my face, slow and leisurely. “We have a calling.” My horn materialized in his hand. “Blow this for a change.”
I glared at him, resisting the urge to take the horn even though every fiber of my being wanted to. “The dead can wait a few minutes.”
His jaw clenched and his eyes flashed emerald. “Your orgasm can wait a few hours.”
“Fuck you, Caister.”
A dark look flashed across his eyes and his lip curled. “You wish.”
I moved atop Elias, the tempo of my rhythm increasing as I approached climax. He thrust his hips up to meet mine, his fingers biting into my hips with pleasant intensity. I tipped my head back, and one of his hands relinquished its hold on my hip and moved to my breast. He was rough, kneading and tugging just the way it worked with us.
Close, so close.
Oh God.
Awareness rippled through me, a tugging of a different sort. The Hunt. The dead. I had to… Oh God… The orgasm ripped through me, accompanied by Elias’s moan. Green flashed before my eyes and Caister’s voice cut through my groan.
“If you’ve quite finished.” He stood at the head of the bed dressed in his inky-black Hunt gear, leather and cotton and more leather. His emerald gaze swept over my naked form with something akin to arrogant ownership. The heat of passion died as anger flared to life in my chest, along with the bite of something else that I couldn’t define.
“Get out.” Words that should have been clipped came out breathless, which annoyed me more.
Elias cursed colorfully and attempted to pull out of me.
I placed a hand on his chest to hold him in place. “Not you.” I glared at Caister, ignoring the flutter in my belly at the way his eyes blatantly roved over my body. “You. Get out now.”
He crossed his arms and raised his attention to my face, slow and leisurely. “We have a calling.” My horn materialized in his hand. “Blow this for a change.”
I glared at him, resisting the urge to take the horn even though every fiber of my being wanted to. “The dead can wait a few minutes.”
His jaw clenched and his eyes flashed emerald. “Your orgasm can wait a few hours.”
“Fuck you, Caister.”
A dark look flashed across his eyes and his lip curled. “You wish.”
Author Bio
Debbie Cassidy lives in
England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee
and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still
working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden.
Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare
time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally
non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse
Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty
plots.
Connect with Debbie via
her website or Email her at debbiecassidyauthor@gmail.com
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