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OPEN HOUSE | Pool of
Souls Book 1
Rebecca Carol and Robert
Corvin missed their chance to fall in love when Ares, God of War, took control
of Robert's career. Rebecca's and Robert's souls have naturally pulled them
back together for a second chance, but... How far will Ares go to get his own
way?
Intrinsically woven into
the fabric of human existence, Aphrodite, Titan Goddess of Love and Passion,
dedicates herself to matching soul mates.
Will divine influence
create another perfect match or will it tear them apart forever?
Here’s
a peek…
(18+
Content Warning)
“I
need to kiss you.” His voice was low, and his words lit a fire in her belly.
She smiled and leaned toward him, closing the rest of the gap between their
lips. His mouth closed over hers, and his strong arms wrapped around her back.
He pulled her tightly against his chest. She looped her arms around his neck
and sank into the embrace. His tongue swept through her mouth. Then he nibbled
on her lower lip before loosening his hold on her body. He draped her across
his lap and started undoing the buttons to her blouse. She trembled as his
fingertips caressed her breasts.
“So
beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down for a taste. Robert moved his lips along
the top of one breast and then over to the other. She moaned as he moved his
mouth up her collarbone and back to hers. He fumbled with the hook for a second
before her bra snapped loose and he pulled her free from it and her blouse. She
heard a satisfactory growl before she felt his mouth clamp down on a pink
nipple. A thread of fire wound its way through her body from her breast to her
core. The ache in her belly grew, and her entire body began to pulse.
He
held her close to his chest. As he
stood, she opened her eyes. “Where are we going?”
“The
kitchen.” She slid her hand into his shirt and grazed one of his nipples with
her fingernail. He shuddered and flashed her a grin. “I’m going to have you for
dinner.”
“I
thought you already were,” she answered.
“That
hardwood wasn’t the best atmosphere.”
Rebecca
laughed and then sucked in a gasp as her naked back and shoulders met the cold
granite of the kitchen island countertop. He quickly unbuttoned her slacks and
slid them down her legs, dropping them onto the floor.
Robert
lifted her leg and trailed kisses from the ankle up to her stomach. His lips
burned where they touched, and she worked hard to steady her breathing. She was
struggling not to come just from the soft touch of his mouth. Her body flooded
with desire. He moved his hands and lips down her opposite leg until he was
standing at the end of the island between her thighs.
When
he hooked his fingers in her panties, she raised herself, making it easier for
him to slide them down ... and off. She met his molten gaze with a moan as she
watched him drop them to the floor with her slacks.
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Novella - 22K word count - Paranormal /
Fantasy Romance
The Pool of Souls, in series order..
OPEN HOUSE (novella)
FINDING HOPE
Meet the Author:
Paranormal Romance author, Krystal Shannan, lives
in Texas and is married to the love-of-her-life. They have a spunky young
daughter who believes in fairies. Krystal professes to loving shoes, but avoids
wearing them at all costs. She teaches in the public schools and writes as much
as she can in her free time. If any more spare time can be squeezed from her
day, she enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. If it
has a 'Happily Ever After', she's on board!
Krystal Shannan Magick, Adventure, And Romance!
Author of
Chasing Sam | Vegas Mates Book 1 (Novella)
Open House | Pool of Souls Book 1 (Novella)
Finding Hope | Pool of Souls Book 2
A Very Russian Christmas (Novella)
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Coming Soon…
Saving Margaret | Vegas Mates Book 2 (August)
Just Right (1NS) (Novella) (Fall 2013)
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