Seduction in Scarletby Christina Quinn
Publication date: April 15th, 2017
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Sadie graduates in a handful of days, and when most of the people around her in class are worrying about finals, she’s more focused on if she’ll survive to walk across the stage. Byron, her vampire lover, brings Sadie to a medieval style tournament thrown by the region’s Master. His hope is to take her mind off the stresses of the tests and essays – not to mention the vampire who wants them both dead. However, while taking in the festivities, Byron discovers that Sadie has some dark secrets of her own.
Excerpt:
“Would you like
to play a game?” He cooed to me, nipping at the tender flesh around his bite
from that morning.
“W-what kind of
game?”
“I call it no
touching.”
“Will I be able
to get my dress back on before dinner?”
“Depends on how
carried away we get.”
I swallowed.
“Okay. How do we play?”
He took a step
back from me and started stripping. “You just stand there.”
“That doesn't
seem like much of a game.”
“It will,” his
voice was heavy and thick with the darkness that his devious smirk boasted as he
dropped his doublet to the ground. Something ruffled my gown, and I spun around
finding nothing.
The ribbon
holding the lace collar on tugged itself free, and the soft froth of delicate
fabric fell to the floor behind me. The sudden cool air on my neck made me
shiver as the ribbons at the sleeves of my dress started to do the same.
“This really
isn't much of a ga—” I turned to face him and the sight of his naked body—as
always—rendered me a deaf mute.
“Trust me,” he
whispered pulling the comforter and pillows from the bed.
I couldn't find
my voice as both sleeves slipped off. I was only in the bodice, corset,
petticoat, and skirt now. Byron was already completely nude and lounging on the
blanket on the polished wooden floor. He left the cushions for me.
“How can I win?”
I was eventually able to ask as he stared up at me and I felt the bodice slowly
start to gape open revealing the cream-colored corset beneath.
“You don't touch
yourself, or me.”
“Honestly, that
sounds like everyone loses to me.” I giggled nervously.
“You'll see.”
I licked my lips
as at once my skirt drifted to my feet. Something about standing before him
with just his eyes on me heightened my senses. The familiar heat started
building, and he hadn't laid a fingertip on me since agreeing to play the game.
He was affected too, as I gazed down at his nudity I was greeted by the sight
of him, seemingly growing harder and larger under my gaze.
“Remember,” he
practically growled. “No touching.”
Author Bio:An avid reader and lover of literature, Christina Quinn, has always wanted to be an author for as long as she can remember. She spends most of her days with a coffee cup or wine glass within arm’s reach as she labors at her laptop weaving incredible stories.
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