PYTHON PLACE 3: ROSE AND THORN by Kate Hill Format(s): Ebook Heat Level: Erotic Pairing(s): M/F Genre/Themes: Paranormal Length: Novella Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Art: Fabiano Fabris ISBN: 978-1-59596-445-8 Purchase Links:Changeling Press Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Python Place Related Free Stories: A Night With Smolder Blurb: Concerned that her sister might be held against her will at Python Place, Abigail enters the infamous house and finds her strict moral code endangered by irresistibly sexy Tyrus Terence. The moment Tyrus meets Abigail, he knows the prim spinster is his soulmate. He can scarcely believe the fates would be cruel enough to bind him to a haughty woman with bad fashion sense. Yet beneath her cool exterior lives a deeply passionate seductress, one who matches him in lust and stirs the handsome daemon's protective instincts. Tyrus will stop at nothing to keep Abigail safe from his dreaded mother, the evil spirit Eris, even if it means tapping into the darkness inside himself. The following excerpt from ROSE AND THORN is for readers 18 and over. Excerpt from ROSE AND THORN: "So now you know," Tyrus said and Hailey gasped in surprise, turning to him as he approached, his bare feet silent on the grass. He wore only breeches, his sculpted torso exposed and long, dark hair loose about his shoulders. "I know you're an evil, lecherous creature and I know what you did that night in my room." She curled her lip and rose to her feet, anger battling with fear inside her. She couldn't help the rage she felt knowing he'd invaded her privacy, nor could she stop the fear coursing through her at standing alone in the moonlight with a daemon. "I didn't do nearly as much as I wanted to," he admitted, his glistening gaze upon her. He continued walking toward her and she backed up until she felt the tree trunk behind her. When he stood mere inches away, so close that she felt his breath on her lips, caught the delicious scent of sandalwood and saw the pattern of dark, curling hair on his chest, her heart leapt. In spite of her anger, fear and confusion, she experienced an even stronger emotion. Passion. It rushed through her, heating her very blood, dampening her pussy and turning her nipples to stiff, aching peaks of desire. "I have no idea what you mean, sir," she said with more calmness than she felt. "Yes you do. I can practically smell your lust." "Get away from me." She tried to move but he braced a hand on either side of her head, trapping her against the tree trunk. "I should. A woman like you can bring nothing but trouble." "Me? Trouble?" she snapped. "You're the demon. The fiend." "Daemons aren't always fiends and reverends' daughters aren't necessarily angels." "How dare you!" "Yes I saw you touching yourself, Abigail." He leaned even closer and spoke into her ear, his voice a husky whisper, "I heard you call my name." "Get away!" She shoved him hard and immediately wished she hadn't. The sensation of his rock-hard, hair-dusted chest against her palms stoked her desire. He moved back slightly, but grasped her hands and trapped them against his chest. To her surprise she felt his heart thumping against her hands. Why had she thought an immortal creature wouldn't have a heartbeat? His body felt remarkably human and so virile her knees went weak from the contact. Before she realized what she was doing, she tightened her fingers in his chest hair, stroked the steely muscles and relished the warmth of his flesh. Licking her lips, she tilted her face toward his. If he'd looked at her with his usual arrogant expression, she would have fought him. Instead he wore a look of raw, almost desperate lust. "I'm going to kiss you, Abigail," he said. "Are you asking?" she breathed. He shook his head slightly and bent so his mouth hovered over hers. "No I'm telling you." His lips claimed hers with a firmness that left no room for protest. Not that she wanted to protest. Everything about him made her tingle from head to toe. With Tyrus she felt more alive than she ever had in her entire boring, sheltered life. The feelings she had for this creature were wrong, yet she could no more control her desire than she could stop her heart from beating. His tongue traced the shape of her mouth then parted her lips and thrust inside her mouth, exploring with rough yet tender strokes. Her tongue met it hesitantly at first. Waves of passion washed over her. She'd never imagined a mating of tongues, of licking and tasting a man so intimately. Of course she wasn't a child and knew all about mating, or at least she thought she knew. Understanding the steps meant little when faced with actual experience. No words could adequately describe the sensation of a man's hard, warm body pressed close to hers, or the feeling of his steely arms wrapped around her, embracing her so tightly she forgot where her body ended and his began. Nothing had prepared her for the marvel of his wet tongue stroking and caressing hers. The ache between her legs became so acute that she needed something to appease it and that something pressed hard and ready against her. As if reading her mind, he took one of her hands and guided it lower until she cupped the enormous bulge in his breeches. Abigail gasped with surprise and stiffened a bit, but he refused to stop kissing her. His lips and tongue moved against her more aggressively until she relaxed, her mouth open wide, accepting every thrust of his tongue. Lost in sensation, she closed her eyes. Slowly she stroked his cock and for the first time wished to feel it without the restraints of his clothes. Dare she? She released him only to tug down the waist of his breeches. His thick, hard, satin-skinned cock sprang free and she curled her fist around it. "Mmm," she purred, scarcely believing what was happening to her. Did this daemon have her under some kind of spell or had all the years of restraint finally caught up with her?

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