Who could ever love a Beast?
What if you had no choice but to try?
Isabella Thomas has a problem that she can't take care of. Her brother, Nate Thomas, is a compulsive gambler that can't say know to the rush of another big win—no matter the losses that have taken everything from Isabella to save him.This time, Isabella has no house, car, or funds to give up for collateral and her only option is Elijio Vargas, the Beast of the Darkness, a man cursed to walk in the daylight as a wolf. The Beast chooses to save her brother—under one condition: Nate's debt is now Isabella's, and the new deal is for her body.
Isabella can't stop herself from giving in to Elijio, and he can't stop himself from remembering that he does have a heart, and she's quickly stealing it. Will Isabella be saved, or will Elijio have to show just how much of a beast he has to be?
Excerpt
She stared at Elijio’s
broad back, so in awe that she felt her blood quickening as he moved. His
muscles rolled under the black T-shirt he wore, his long legs eating up the
distance in dark jeans. His attire didn’t fit the home in any way. He struck
his own path. Had she lost her mind? She’d planned to do this, give herself to
save her brother, but the reality was more than she bargained for. She had seen
the heat in his eyes, the bulge in his pants when he’d told her how she’d pay
him. She had no doubt that he would make demands on her body.
I’d pay him, her subconscious screamed, and Bella shook
her head. She had to be going crazy. She was supposed to be meeting her fate as
a dutiful and honor bound sister, not an eager woman wanting the touch of a man
who set her soul on fire. She tried to be the former, but her body was acting
the latter. Elijio pulled a slim phone out of his back pocket as she followed
him, and she heard, barely, his conversation.
“I need Pace … Yes.”
He paused with the phone to his ear. “It’s Elijio. Pace, I’ll pay the debt for
Nate Thomas.” Elijio raised one eyebrow before narrowing his eyes and spoke
slowly into the phone. “He’s covered. He needs to be home, in one piece and no
worse than he is right now, within the hour.” He paused once more, listening
into the phone. His voice, when he spoke again, was colder than ice. “Don’t
make me find you, Pace. We both know that isn’t what you want.” He listened
again. “Good. I’ll have the amount wired. How much? Done.” He disconnected the
call and slid the phone back in his pocket.
“Twenty million,” he
said to her.
“What?” she stammered.
“That’s how much your
brother is in for. Twenty million. I’ve taken care of it. If you need the
proof, my butler will bring you the paperwork and you’ll get proof of life
within the hour.”
Bella stumbled, nearly
falling, but Elijio spun and grabbed her, faster than should have been
possible. She sucked in her breath, that same familiar shock twisting through
her. Heat blazed over her nerve endings as she curled her fingers, gripping his
biceps in confusion. No one, ever in her life, could make her lose her head
like he could. His eyes dilated as he started at her, nostrils flaring as he
inhaled roughly. His tongue flicked out of his mouth, as he ran it over his
lips, tasting the air. God help her, but she wanted him to taste her. She
gripped him harder, pulling him toward her without even realizing what she was
doing until his face was close to hers. She felt heavy, her pussy throbbing
with her heartbeat and her mouth going dry. She wondered what he would taste like.
If his tongue would be slick and cool, or hot and damp. She wanted him. She
wanted to give in. She couldn’t look away from those eyes.
“Please,” she
whimpered, not sure if she was asking for his kiss, or begging him to release
his spell on her. She gasped, but before she could say anything, his mouth was
on hers. His tongue slid into her lips, sliding wetly against hers. He didn’t
ask, or seek, he dominated. He disentangled her arms from his biceps and made
her clasp her hands up over his shoulders and behind his neck. His strong hands
gripped her head, turning her head for a better fit. His lips, full and yet
firm, glided over hears with masterful ease. She moaned, the juice-laced taste
of his tongue making her head spin. No other part of his body other than his
hands and mouth touched hers, but she felt the connection deep in her gut. Her
nipples hardened, her stomach shook, and her pussy moistened. This was desire,
this was lust. All thoughts of being here for payment flew from her mind.
She couldn’t think of
any reason not to be in his arms. It felt too right. Too explosive to ignore.
She pushed against him. The rock solid shape of his abs slid against her
ribcage as her breasts were crushed against his diaphragm. Again she was struck
by his height, and the way he curved around her. Her touch must of triggered
something because he gathered her up into his arms and lifted her off her feet.
He broke the kiss and nipped her bottom lip. She swallowed convulsively as he
sucked his way down the side of her throat. He bit at the pulse at the base of
her throat.
“Ah,” she cried out as
he licked the sting away, only to do it again.
This man was
rearranging her, and she couldn’t fight it. She sank into him, tightening her
arms around his neck and sliding her fingers into his hair.
He growled, the sound
rumbling through her as he pushed her up against a wall. The shock of the cold
had her arching her back, forcing her body even closer to him. The shift rubbed
his cock over her teasingly. She wrapped her legs around him on instinct and he
ground his cloth-covered cock against her. Her thighs shook as she held him
close and fought the urge to open wider for him. She whimpered and moaned. She
thrashed against him and pulled him close. She fell under the wave of his desire
as he took her mouth again in a punishing kiss. She could do nothing more than
hold him tight against her. His hands left her back and traced their way to her
front. He lifted enough away from her to mold her breasts, plumping them with
skillful strokes.
“That’s right, baby,
give in,” he said, and his voice galvanized her. What was she doing?
“Stop,” she said,
between deep breaths. His eyes flared with something, something she couldn’t
described before he stepped back, letting her fall to her feet hard enough to
jar her teeth.
“You knew what you
were here for.”
“Give me a second,”
she said.
“I did my part of the
bargain, but it’s just as easy to change it. Each time you sleep with me, it’ll
take a million off your debt. I’m sure this is the best paying job you’ve had
in your life.” Before she could think she reached up and slapped him, the sound
echoing in the hallway. Her hand stung from the impact. Elijio roared. Actually
stepped back from her, crouched, and roared. The sound filled the hallway, and
sending fear curling through her.
He didn’t look like a
man. His teeth were sharp, like canines, his face twisting and contorting until
he didn’t look human, and his eyes snapping to gold. She screamed, frozen,
until he took a step forward.
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Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.
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