SATING THE LUST GOD by Kate Hill Format(s): Ebook Heat Level: Erotic Pairing(s): M/F Genre/Themes: Vampire, Paranormal Length: Novella Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Art: Sahara Kelly ISBN: 978-1-59596-150-1 Purchase Links:Changeling Press Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Blurb: Eternal life -- and eternal torture. Forever young, forever strong, forever bound to their temple -- a cult of Vampire priests, sustained by the blood of their god. The Great Chand, God of Lust, Ruler of Fertility and Death. Punished by his fellow gods for his insatiable appetite for sex, sentenced to eternity in the Netherworld, separated from all he once cherished. Each year the priests summon the Lust God, who takes over Kabir's body. Chand's promise, eternal life in exchange for a week of freedom. For a hundred years Chand has kept his promise. A taste of his blood each year keeps the priests alive and almost godlike themselves, but at a terrible price. For a hundred years Kabir has withstood the ritual, hosting the god's terrible lusts, suffered through ecstasy and horror such as no man should endure. There is but one way to break the curse. A mortal woman must fall in love with both Chand and Kabir. After more than a century, Kabir believes he has finally found such a woman. Tamanna fears neither man. But does she have the strength and compassion to love and accept two such opposite mates? The following excerpt from TITLE is for readers 18 and over. Knowing her glossy black hair was her most attractive feature, Tamanna let hers cascade down her back and over her shoulders. It was long enough to partially conceal her breasts and she thought it might add an air of mystery since most of the women made a point to expose their bosom. Finally, the priests returned and escorted them back to the great hall where they were ordered to kneel in front of the steps leading to the altar. "Keep your heads bowed," one of the priests stated. "No one is to look at the Great Chand without his permission." Tamanna's pulse skipped with anticipation. That's exactly what she had done last year. She had looked at the Lust God and suffered for it through her obsession with a man she would probably never have. Or perhaps she would. Though he hadn't chosen her, she had felt something pass between them, something that called her back to the temple. Something deep inside told her he had felt it, too. "Your servants, Great Chand," the same priest spoke again, this time in a soft, reverent tone that announced to the women that the Lust God was in their midst. Tamanna's hands trembled when she saw his feet step past her on the way up the steps. As before, golden cuffs hugged his ankles. She lifted her gaze slightly and watched the sensual play of muscles in his long legs while he strode across the lowest step. Back and forth he paced. He paused in front of her. Her heart hammering, she drew a deep breath. Now or never. She lifted her head and their gazes met. It was like stepping into a fire-lit room after trudging through an ice storm. His gold eyes widened a bit, their black pupils nearly filling the iris. His lips parted, revealing the tips of his gleaming white teeth. Some part of her was aware of the beauty of his dark, sleekly-muscled body with its four powerful arms, yet she was unable to fully tear her gaze from his eyes. Passionate, powerful, yet lonely, they bore into her, demanding while at the same time pleading for fulfillment only she could give. A shudder of terror and passion ripped through her. Drawing a deep breath, she felt her nipples swell to aching peaks. Please, choose me, Great Chand. I am meant to be yours and you are meant to be mine. Chand stared at the woman, his immortal heart pounding in his chest. It was the woman from last year who had captured his interest more than any female he had ever known. Such a woman was dangerous. She threatened his very existence in this world.

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