[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.Through her formative years, her stories evolved from epic graphic novels about dragons and unicorns to middle school angst-inspired teen soap operas.Once she discovered her mom’s romance novels, she finally found her place.She adores electronic gadgets, heavy metal, gaming, and horror movies.You can often find her traveling far and wide to catch her favorite rock acts live, but she’s much too fragile to go near a mosh pit.Cherrie lives in Texas with her husband and two kids.She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line at cherrie@cherrielynn.com or visit her at http://www.cherrielynn.com.Look for these titles from Cherrie LynnNow Available:UnleashedRock MeSweet DisgraceShe has Heaven to lose.He has Hell to pay.Sweet Disgrace© 2010 Cherrie LynnCenturies of heartbreak.Grinding failures punctuated by too-few victories.What angel in her right mind would want this job? Celeste, who’s driven to save Devil-contracted souls before Hell can claim them, is weary, but not beaten.Yet.Her latest case makes her wonder if it’s all worth the anguish.A demon enticed a too-young musician into selling his soul for fortune and fame.To make matters worse, that demon is Damael, an insufferable, frightening minion with airtight contracts—and a body that makes her long for sin.Damael’s always had a soft spot for Celeste, but if his bored superiors want drama, he’ll give them drama.Though it pains him to trick the angel he wants with all his black heart, eons of restrained lust win out.He makes the deal: her body in exchange for the human’s soul.She wasn’t supposed to accept.Damael can’t be trusted, but with the deadline bearing down, Celeste lays everything on the line in a last-ditch effort to save just one precious soul.Even if it means losing hers—along with her heart.Warning: This title contains graphic language, explicit sex, an angelic heroine with attitude…and a demonic hero who’s smoking hot.Literally.Enjoy the following excerpt for Sweet Disgrace:“I’ve always thought you’re a worthy adversary.You don’t give up until the end.You deserve more than to be left on the ground, wallowing in pain.” Damael reached forward and slid his hands beneath Celeste’s body, seeing her eyes fly open wide in alarm.Weakly, she struggled against him, but he was too strong for her at this point.He lifted her and shifted until he was sitting on the ground, cradling her in his arms.She felt frail against him, insubstantial.The softness of the wings folded tight against her back made his mouth run dry.He’d never touched anything like that before in his life.Hadn’t known such suppleness existed, until she was in his arms.Her chest was heaving, her hand gripping his jacket even as she stared up at him apprehensively.He couldn’t interpret whether her reaction was from fear or desire or perhaps a combination of both.Sudden frustration engulfed him whole and chewed him up without mercy.“Stubborn angel, I give you my word, dammit, and I don’t do that often.Let me help you.But I won’t do it without your permission,” he added, hearing the tight, barely leashed desperation in his own voice.“Give it to me.”“If you lie to me, I’ll send an extermination squad after you.” The vow was laced with an intensity that made him not doubt her words for a second.And then the coolness of her fingers crept over either side of his face and she pulled his mouth down to hers.The shock that went through his system was another first.She must have felt it too, because the instant his lips met hers, she gasped and her hands tightened on him.But she didn’t fling him away.A shuddery sigh escaped her, and her air-light body seemed to melt into him.Her hands gentled too, sliding from his face to bury themselves in his hair.Her lips were cool, pliant, sweeter than all the fruits of the earth.She didn’t stiffen against him or feign any sort of unwillingness or reluctance, and this, more than anything, was his undoing.He could almost believe she was allowing this because she wanted it, not for any favors he could do her.But he’d given his word.He opened himself to the darkness coursing through her.As he’d hoped, it responded, drawn back toward its source.He drank it from her, absorbed it, cleansed her of it until not a single particle of Nax’s filth remained in Celeste’s pristine spirit.He had to be careful not to place any of his own there.He felt as if everything within him was being sucked out by nothing but the tender play of her lips beneath his.She could wring him dry, leave him nothing but a husk, and he would only think it a delicious way to go.His task was done.She was clean.But he couldn’t release her.She whimpered into his mouth, and he drank in the sound as eagerly as dawn claimed the sky above them.He ached, throbbed, yearned to possess her.The effort of restraining his hands from roaming the softness of her body was as precarious as binding two mad beasts with something as fragile as yarn.One more move, one more sigh from her, and that binding might break…She stunned him to his core when she lifted herself from his embrace and crawled to her knees without losing the contact with his mouth, without releasing her hold on him.There on the ground, he sat back as she shifted and straddled him, staring up at her with something akin to astonishment.And there in his gaze, she seemed to check herself.She froze, lips hovering mere centimeters from his, fingers digging into his shoulders.“Oh, God,” she whimpered.Those eyes were so close to his it was like a whole other world opening up in front of his face.She was going to stop; he was about to lose her.That was…best, really.It was.She would never have to know just how deceptive he truly was.He told himself this as he sat and looked at her and decided he would sell his own soul—or whatever it was he had—to touch her…really, truly allow himself to touch her.Everywhere.Celeste’s thumb gently traced over his eyebrow, her gaze searching his face.“Your eyes look normal again.”He opened his mouth to remark that was surprising, considering the agony she’d put him in, but what he said was, “Do I frighten you?”A crease appeared in her ordinarily smooth, flawless forehead.“Many times you have.”The thought had occurred to him before.But since she knew he posed no threat to her while they were on assignment, he’d dismissed the notion.She’d often seemed appalled by him, surely exasperated, but never truly afraid.“I would never hurt you,” he said, and meant it completely.“Well, you can’t, not while—”“I wouldn’t.Ever.Hurt you.”She was trembling against him.One touch, he told himself, that was all.He dropped his hand to her thigh, slid it upward, felt the firmness of the muscle beneath the silky fabric of her robes.Her head lolled back and she pushed her hips toward him with exquisite abandon.His thumb brushed the juncture of her thighs through the material, and a tiny cry escaped her swollen lips.The slim white column of her throat bared to him so fully, so trustingly, was too much to resist, and he dragged his mouth down the creamy expanse as his hand sought entrance under her garment.She stiffened as he gained it, every muscle tight and on alert, but she didn’t pull away.Didn’t stop him.Only gave the most seductive moan he’d ever heard as his fingertips found soft, hot, welcoming wetness—A sudden sound from the house broke the spell.Celeste jerked away from him, scrambling backwards as if fleeing a venomous snake about to strike [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

zanotowane.pl

doc.pisz.pl

pdf.pisz.pl

listy-do-eda.opx.pl