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Realm of Midnight: A Limited Edition Fantasy and Paranormal Collection
Genres: Adult, Fantasy,
At the stroke of midnight, creatures of the realm come out to prowl.
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Excerpt from A Crimson Fate by CM
Haines
Brinley gasped as Gabriel all but slammed her into the bookcase. An unlit candle toppled over and some of the trinkets shook. He stood at her back, holding one arm behind her while his other hand encircled her throat. She’d dropped the letter opener immediately as pain ricocheted through her wrist. Leaning in, he said near her ear, “Try that again, and I’ll rip your heart out, bijou.”
“No, you won’t,” she said through a
clenched jaw. “You need me, remember?”
His fingers tightened around her
neck. Not cutting off her air, but with enough pressure to remind her of his
strength. It no longer scared her though. She’d seen behind the façade and knew
how desperate he was. Despite his threats, she knew he wouldn’t kill her. But
that didn’t mean he couldn’t inflict harm.
Except, when he growled low under
his breath, it didn’t send any sort of fear through her. It reverberated
through her, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine, and her body reacted
before she realized what she was doing. Arching her back, she pressed into him.
The tension in the air shifted in an
instant. He stepped closer, releasing her arm to wrap his hand around her
abdomen and hold her against him. “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her heart
racing. She had no doubt he could hear it pounding away inside her chest. The
hand on her stomach inched upward, as if responding to her thoughts.
She pushed back into him more,
feeling his own response. It wasn’t only her being affected by whatever pull
this was. Whatever this heat was between them. She had done everything in her
power to ignore it, but the line between hate and lust was so blurred that she
couldn’t tell where one emotion ended and the other began. Despite being
injured and unconscious, the way he looked in nothing but his undergarments
while lying in the street a few days ago was still burned into her memory. The
way it felt to be held against that firm chest, even as she flitted in and out
of sleep.
The way he’d looked at her in his
shirt that night after helping her out of the bath… where he’d sat beside her,
holding her hand.
His chest rumbled against her back
as he bent to nip at her ear.
“I can smell your desire,” he said,
slowly grinding his hips into hers.
She wanted to say something snarky
in return about being able to feel his, but she couldn’t get the words out.
Swallowing, she barely managed to whisper, “I hate you.”
“Not so sure I believe you anymore.”
“I do.” She wasn’t sure if she said it
for him or herself.
His breath brushed over her ear.
“But you still want this.”
It wasn’t a question, but her body
shuddered, screaming, yes. Even as
her mind and heart shouted, no. She
knew this was a horrible idea, knew it betrayed everything she was ever taught.
But she was so tired of fighting it.
“Brinley.”
A breath escaped her lips. He never
used her name. It was always bijou.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he demanded.
“I want this.”
This time, his growl was in
approval. But she could have sworn there was some relief in there too. Her eyes
snapped open. When had she started being able to tell the difference, the
meanings of his nonverbal communication?
Before she could think too much on
it, Gabriel asked, “How attached to this dress are you?”
She almost laughed. “Like you care?”
He released her throat, sliding both
hands to the nape of her neck. In a moment of strange gentleness, he gathered
her long curls and pushed them over one shoulder. The move surprised her, the
way his fingers caressed her skin in the process.
But then, she heard the rip. She
felt the air kiss the top of her back, and she suppressed a shiver. Closing her
eyes again, she braced her hands on the shelves in front of her and inhaled
slowly.
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