Demon Dreamer
Samhain PublishingISBN-13: 978-1605045979 eISBN 978-1-60504-587-0
Available July 14, 2009 (eBook)/Spring 2010 (Print)
In print, DEMON DREAMER is part of the multi-author anthology CAPTIVE SOULS including also stories by Delilah Devlin and Kimberly Kaye Terry.
Submission is the only path to his salvation...
A Captive Souls story.
Born a seer, Kiara Brodie has always been feared for her power to see others' fantasies. She's fine with that—it keeps the men of her Irish Gypsy caravan at bay. She wants more than this transient life. A letter from her estranged father, summoning her to Louisiana, could be her long-awaited chance to put down roots.
She finds two half-sisters she never knew she had, and an old mansion haunted by a darkly sexy demon who inhabits her dreams. At night he whispers to her of carnal delight, enticing her on a journey of extreme pleasure—and pain.
Malvo knows just what to do with the curious woman who wandered into his lair behind the library bookcase—lock the door behind her and make her a lustful proposition she can't refuse. He seeks to temporarily ease his lonely torment, but Kiara's willing and wanton response opens his eyes to the possibility that she is his path to his own salvation.
If only she is willing to remain captive to his every sinful desire—forever...
Another dream came. This time she was in it, standing in the library alone. But she wasn't for long.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the air ripple and shimmer until it formed a door. It was a normal-looking door, made out of wood with a lock and a doorknob; it was just floating in the middle of the room.
She neared it, excitement and fear thrumming through her. She reached out to turn the knob, when it opened on its own. Startled she took a step back, her heart racing. A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed it down.
Anxious, she waited for something to happen, for someone to step through the door. She didn't have to wait long. A form, large and wide, materialized in the doorway. She gasped when he stepped out. It was the demon from her other dreams.
But he looked different from the first time. He was more real, solid-looking and dressed in black pants and a red silk shirt. He didn't smile when he saw her, but she knew he was pleased that she was here in his home. There was no mistaking his sexual attraction to her. It was evident in the darkening of his eyes, and the way his gaze traveled up and down her body, caressing her.
He moved toward her, predatory like. Fear snaked down her spine, but she didn't allow it to back her up, or down. She liked how it mingled with the desire boiling inside her. It added a layer of excitement that called to her.
She lifted her chin as he neared her, meeting his gaze. She wanted him to know that she wasn't afraid. Well, she was a little, but it didn't dampen the intense need clawing at her insides.
He stood directly in front of her. She could smell him. It was a tantalizing mixture of heat and spice, like red hot chili peppers. She loved spicy food, so his scent had saliva pooling in her mouth.
"You are not afraid of me." His voice was deep and rumbling. The little hairs on her arms and the back of her neck rose to attention. She was deftly aware of the sweat trickling down her chest to pool in her navel.
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. She had an insatiable urge to drop to her knees and beg him to touch her, to kiss her, to lick every inch of her body.
His lips twitched up into a grin, as if he was privy to her carnal thoughts. "I will do more than that, ch&egravis;re. I will dine on you all night long." Between his full lips she could see the sharp points of his teeth.
He reached for her, and she took in a ragged breath. The second his fingers touched her skin, a spear of heat pierced her between the legs. She gasped at the pain of it...