Boy meets girl. Then things get hot…
Too bad no one told her that people have been mysteriously disappearing from Elysian, only to show up as mutilated corpses a few days later. Then she might not have been so eager to go, man candy or not.
When the killer targets Sally, it’s up to Hector and her to put a stop to the evil force once and for all. But doing so may cost them their hearts – and their souls.
Fast, fun, and flirty, Carnal is a steamy paranormal romance that’s sure to leave you aching for more.
WARNING: Adult language and explicit sexual situations. Recommended for 18+
I gulped down some much needed mouthfuls of icy water, which did wonders for dousing my growing lust. “Oh? What would that be?”
In a manner that was all too alike Elias, he sat back and crossed his arms. “Tell me, how good are you at seduction?”
I gulped, the word making my body rigid. A sliver of a memory passed through my mind, and a man’s taunting words, but I firmly shoved them back down. “I’m all right.”
He studied me. I squirmed, feeling like he was looking straight into my soul. “Stand up,” he commanded gently.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, rising.
“Go stand over there,” he said, pointing.
I went to the other side of the room, a little confused but desperate to become a better seductress. I really needed this, or my ass was canned.
“Pretend I’m a client and you’re starting your gig,” he said. “How do you approach me?”
“Um…” I started at him in a slow gait I hoped was sexy. “Hi handsome.”
He smiled softly. “Nice, but I believe you’ll find this more effective. Watch.” He penetrated me with his stare, the promise of passionate abandon stealing my breath away and rendering me immobile.
“You are my client,” he said in a low voice that was close to a growl.
He stalked toward me like a predator, and I felt myself clench in anticipation.
“And I hope you’re ready for what I have to offer, Sally, because I’m taking you, one delicious thrust, lick, and caress at a time.”
I gasped with longing as he took me up in his arms, placing a hand behind my head and forcing me to look up at him. That familiar electric tingle cascaded through me at his touch, intensifying as his hands roved my body. His mouth was so close to mine. All it would take to close the distance would be for me to stand on my toes. “You are my prey,” he whispered against my mouth, his hand sliding along the curve of my hip, then my thigh, slowly lifting my leg around his waist. The hardness beneath the thin cotton of his pants rubbed against my aching clit, and it was all I could do not to strip him down and mount him.
My breathing became harder and faster as he nuzzled my neck, his lips trailing ghost kisses along the sensitive skin behind my ear. “You’re wet for it now,” he rasped, clutching my butt and pulling me closer to him. He thrust his hips forward a bit, rubbing his cock against me, and I moaned. God, my whole body was wired with sensual energy. I felt like I’d jump out of my skin if I didn’t release it.
As his lips tickled kisses along my jawline, he brought his hand up to knead my breast. “Foreplay is the best part of sex,” he said. “It’s the anticipation, the unquenchable thirst to come, that’s the most tantalizing.”
About Lola Taylor:
Lola Taylor is a pen name for my, erm, “steamier” novels. I like books that make me laugh, gasp, and swoon, which is what I try to shoot for in my stories. I’m a sucker for fantasy books, particularly those involving vampires and the supernatural – especially while said vampire is sweeping a gal off her feet. I like horror movies, playing around in Photoshop, and wearing the battery down on my ereader. I have two rescued kitties, and a husband who hates to read but gives me his unconditional support, all the same. During the day, I work in a cubicle for customer service and hash out new story ideas in my many notebooks. At night, I work on my stories until I faceplant on my keyboard. Then I wake up and do it again the next day. I love it. =) (The writing part, not so much the “faceplanting-on-the-keyboard” part.) I love Game of Thrones, reading manga, and have a slight Pinterest addiction.
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