Title: The Satyr's Curse
Author: Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Gruesome murders are rocking New Orleans. But Jazzmyn Livaudais is too busy running her restaurant to pay attention to the sensational headlines. And when the charismatic Julian Devereau enters Jazzmyn’s life, she becomes even more distracted by the handsome stranger.
Seduced by Julian’s charm, Jazzmyn is swept up in a passionate romance. Then she learns the horrific truth about Julian and the murders. Cursed to an unending life where no woman can satisfy his lust and no wine can quench his thirst, Julian needs Jazzmyn’s love to free him from his torment. But Jazzmyn is in love with someone else. And Julian isn’t very happy about it. He vows to keep on killing until Jazzmyn submits to his will. For Jazzmyn Livaudais the nightmare is just beginning.
Excerpt...
Julian
put his glass of wine down on the table. “Maybe it is time for a change of
tactics.”
Jazzmyn
cringed as he came up to her side. “I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”
He
moved closer to her and placed his hands about her waist. “I like you this
way.”
She
ran her hand up his thick chest. “What way?”
“Challenging,”
he replied as he enfolded her in his arms.
“Some
men might call it obstinate.” She slid her arms about his neck.
“Not
me,” he admitted, holding her close.
Julian
began swaying to the steady drumbeat of a strange melody drifting down from the
balcony above.
Jazzmyn
moved along with him, easing her body side to side in time with the hypnotic
rhythm. The small garden echoed with the sound of flutes, cymbals, and a
seductive drumbeat.
“What
is this?” she asked while gazing up at the balcony where the tune was emanating
from.
“Very
old music, almost ancient. Fascinating, isn’t it?” He dipped his mouth closer
to her ear. “Close your eyes and let the music in, Jazzmyn. Just give in to
it.”
The
heat rising from his skin permeated through her thin dress while his enticing
scent tantalized her. His arms felt strong and sure about her as his hips
gyrated suggestively against her body. She closed her eyes and lost herself in
the dance as her longing for him began to build.
“You
smell like spring,” he whispered as his hands fervently roamed up and down her
back.
Jazzmyn’s
body heaved with pleasure as she pressed against him. She fought to control the
desperate surge of desire that was taking over her rational mind. Her thoughts
became obscured with images of the two of them, naked and holding on to each
other in the darkness. The ache from her loins was so intense that she almost
moaned against his chest. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as she imagined him
moving inside her. It was as if the nearness of him set off some kind of
chemical reaction in her body. It was an all-consuming lust for him, a want
like she had never known. Sure, she had experienced passion with a few men, but
no man had ever evoked such desperate need in her. Unexpectedly, an image of
Kyle, making love to her in front of her living room fireplace, stunned her out
of her trance. She suddenly pulled back from Julian, feeling like a frightened
doe, running for her life in the woods.
“What
is it?” he asked, noting the change in her.
She
shook her head. “Maybe I had too much wine. I just felt dizzy for a moment.”
He
placed his arm about her shoulders. “Come and sit down.” He escorted her to the
table and pulled out a chair for her. “Here.” He reached for her water goblet.
“Drink this, it will help steady you.”
She
took the glass and gladly sipped a few deep gulps of the cool water. The fire
in her belly cooled and her head immediately cleared.
Julian
kneeled beside her chair and worriedly examined her face. After she put the
glass down on the table, she finally turned to him.
“I
don’t know if it was the wine or the dancing, but I just had the most unusual
feeling.”
“What
kind of feeling?”
“An
intense feeling of….” She rubbed her fingers back and forth over her forehead.
“I don’t know how to describe it.”
“You
were thinking about us…about how we would be together,” he murmured in a sultry
voice.
Jazzmyn
stared at him in disbelief. “How can you possibly know what I was thinking?”
His
slowly smiled. “I can feel your thoughts.”
She
sat back in her chair, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I must come across as a
timid schoolgirl, but I guess I’m just a little overwhelmed by you.”
“You
are hardly a timid schoolgirl.” He held out his hand to her and Jazzmyn took
it. He pulled her from the chair and wrapped her in his arms. “You’re a woman
with desires and needs. And I am a man.” He lowered his face to hers. “A man
who desperately needs you, Jazzmyn.”
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