Because poor Alric and Diana got gipped out of a proper week during Immortals Month, I'm going to post a special excerpt from Book 3...
“Some part of you remembers me,” he said knowingly. “Your body remembers what we are to each other.”
“You’re wrong.” Diana shook her head, adamant in her refusal—of his words and of him and of what he made her feel. “I don’t believe you. None of this is real. It’s all just a—”
He lifted a hand to her face, lightly trailing a curled finger down her cheek. Calloused and rough, but warm on her skin.
She started, her gaze jerking back up to his. His hand was too large, like the rest of him. She knew very well there was little she could do if he decided to use that size and strength against her.
It scared the crap out of her, but even so she didn’t pull away.
He touched her with such gentle care, almost trepidation. As if he were more afraid of her—of what she might do—than she was of him. Curiosity rode her. If by some fantastical twist of fate this man was telling her the truth, she would know from his kiss.
His gaze shifted to her mouth before he closed the distance. His lips were warm, firm…but light against hers. He was giving her all the time in the world to reject his touch and pull away. When she didn’t do so immediately, he groaned and leaned in closer. There was nothing demanding in his kiss, yet she felt as if she were being marked, as if this one kiss could break down all her walls and leave her shivering and vulnerable.
More to the point, if he kissed her and she felt nothing, they would both know it. She would be able to put aside the ridiculous uncertainty that continued to torment her once and for all.
Maybe he would even let her go.
“Diana.” He murmured her name as if it were made to be uttered in his deep voice, his breath stealing between her slightly parted lips. He curved his hand around the back of her head, holding her to him with the gentlest of tethers as he slid his tongue across her lips, changing the kiss from something soft and unthreatening to one that hungered—and dared her to feed the hunger. Dared her to accept it. Crave it.
She turned her face away, gasping for breath as she fumbled with ragged desperation between the seat cushions for the knife.
Diana freed Alric from his prison and the insanity his captivity inflicted upon him. She healed him with her passion, and now she lies broken after a vampire attack, locked deep inside herself where he cannot reach her.
The huge, muscled man leaning over the strange bed where Diana awakes is straight out of nightmares full of blood and pain. Yet she’s drawn to him, her body yearning for him even as her mind struggles to make sense of a lust she can’t recall.
Alric has no intention of giving up on the woman who never stopped fighting for him. His one hope is that time and his familiar touch will help her heal and remember. But with a demon god poised to tip the balance of power, time is not on their side.