Bacchus
Bacchus is a desperate warrior. Saddled with the quest to find a sexually compatible female race for his Phantom people, he stows away to planet Earth. There he discovers a world teeming with women, but there’s only one way to determine if any of them are a biological match. He must pick one and mate with her. Sex sounds easy enough and it would be, if Bacchus wasn’t from the Blood Clan.
Where on Earth can he find a woman who doesn’t freak out at the sight of three-inch fangs?
Dog breeder Jill Tanner has had a rough year. As if losing her brother wasn’t bad enough, she got dumped by her fiancé, too. To make matters worse, he doesn’t tell her himself. Instead, he sends someone else to do his dirty work. The last thing Jill needs is a sexy psychiatrist trying to charm her pants off. Or is it?
It’ll take more than Bacchus’ chemically charged pheromones, dominant nature and forked tongue to get the job done. He will have to release all his animal instincts to convince Jill to let him give her the ultimate love bite.
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“This is an incredible scorching story filled with intense, hot sexual moments.”
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Her legs hit the back of the bed, effectively trapping her. Jill debated whether to scramble over the top, but doubted she’d make it before Bacchus reached her. As if reading her mind, he lunged, spinning her around and pinning her abdomen onto the mattress.
Jill kicked. She didn’t know why. Something dark and hidden within her demanded he go all the way, force her compliance. His teeth clamped onto the back of her neck and a growl rumbled from deep within Bacchus’ chest.
She didn’t remember his incisors being quite so sharp a minute ago, when he’d nibbled on her lip. He bit down and her body softened, taking the fight right out of her.
Pressed to the bed and unable to move, Jill couldn’t prevent Bacchus from stripping away the rest of her clothes. She was beyond turned on. She wiggled her butt to dislodge him, but the action only seemed to entice him further.
Her breath came out in short pants as he released her neck in order to pin her hands above her with one fist. Jill turned her head to the side to see him. Bacchus looked wild with passion, damn near insane. The black of his pupils narrowed until they were mere slits in his eyes. She was far too gone to make sense of the change.
She felt his free hand move between their bodies and begin to work at his clothing. Within a couple of minutes he’d managed to strip down to a thin red suit that appeared to cover his entire length.
“Do not move,” he barked the command.
Jill wasn’t about to go anywhere.
He released her long enough to slide out of the…was he wearing long underwear? Jill frowned, but thought it went right along with the other strange dichotomies she’d witnessed in his behavior. The second he pulled the material away from his lower body, her mind ceased to function.
Good God! Look at the size of that thing. The man could give Priapus a complex.
Jill’s eyes rounded to saucers as she drank in the sheer beauty of Bacchus. He’d removed the queue holding his hair. The black tresses fell loose down to the center of his back. The tattoo she thought started and ended at his neck snaked down the left side of his body like a black lightning strike. She wet her suddenly dry mouth. “I am not sure I’m ready for you.” She nodded to his shaft.
His lips quirked. “You will be by the time I’ve finished preparing you.”
“Is that a promise?”
His face parted on a grin, flashing startling white teeth. “You can count on it.”
Bacchus stepped forward, muscles rippling with each footfall. Jill remained on her stomach, while her eyes drank in every inch of his perfect body. “What are you going to do?”
His gaze turned feral. “I thought I might start with fulfilling your fantasy.”
Bacchus is a desperate warrior. Saddled with the quest to find a sexually compatible female race for his Phantom people, he stows away to planet Earth. There he discovers a world teeming with women, but there’s only one way to determine if any of them are a biological match. He must pick one and mate with her. Sex sounds easy enough and it would be, if Bacchus wasn’t from the Blood Clan.
Where on Earth can he find a woman who doesn’t freak out at the sight of three-inch fangs?
Dog breeder Jill Tanner has had a rough year. As if losing her brother wasn’t bad enough, she got dumped by her fiancé, too. To make matters worse, he doesn’t tell her himself. Instead, he sends someone else to do his dirty work. The last thing Jill needs is a sexy psychiatrist trying to charm her pants off. Or is it?
It’ll take more than Bacchus’ chemically charged pheromones, dominant nature and forked tongue to get the job done. He will have to release all his animal instincts to convince Jill to let him give her the ultimate love bite.
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Note for Readers: This excerpt contains adult content intended for individuals 18 years of age or older.
Her legs hit the back of the bed, effectively trapping her. Jill debated whether to scramble over the top, but doubted she’d make it before Bacchus reached her. As if reading her mind, he lunged, spinning her around and pinning her abdomen onto the mattress.
Jill kicked. She didn’t know why. Something dark and hidden within her demanded he go all the way, force her compliance. His teeth clamped onto the back of her neck and a growl rumbled from deep within Bacchus’ chest.
She didn’t remember his incisors being quite so sharp a minute ago, when he’d nibbled on her lip. He bit down and her body softened, taking the fight right out of her.
Pressed to the bed and unable to move, Jill couldn’t prevent Bacchus from stripping away the rest of her clothes. She was beyond turned on. She wiggled her butt to dislodge him, but the action only seemed to entice him further.
Her breath came out in short pants as he released her neck in order to pin her hands above her with one fist. Jill turned her head to the side to see him. Bacchus looked wild with passion, damn near insane. The black of his pupils narrowed until they were mere slits in his eyes. She was far too gone to make sense of the change.
She felt his free hand move between their bodies and begin to work at his clothing. Within a couple of minutes he’d managed to strip down to a thin red suit that appeared to cover his entire length.
“Do not move,” he barked the command.
Jill wasn’t about to go anywhere.
He released her long enough to slide out of the…was he wearing long underwear? Jill frowned, but thought it went right along with the other strange dichotomies she’d witnessed in his behavior. The second he pulled the material away from his lower body, her mind ceased to function.
Good God! Look at the size of that thing. The man could give Priapus a complex.
Jill’s eyes rounded to saucers as she drank in the sheer beauty of Bacchus. He’d removed the queue holding his hair. The black tresses fell loose down to the center of his back. The tattoo she thought started and ended at his neck snaked down the left side of his body like a black lightning strike. She wet her suddenly dry mouth. “I am not sure I’m ready for you.” She nodded to his shaft.
His lips quirked. “You will be by the time I’ve finished preparing you.”
“Is that a promise?”
His face parted on a grin, flashing startling white teeth. “You can count on it.”
Bacchus stepped forward, muscles rippling with each footfall. Jill remained on her stomach, while her eyes drank in every inch of his perfect body. “What are you going to do?”
His gaze turned feral. “I thought I might start with fulfilling your fantasy.”