Title: The
Satyr's Curse
Author: Alexandrea
Weis
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:
Gruesome
murders are rocking New Orleans
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.
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.”
Author
Bio:
Alexandrea Weis is an advanced
practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans New
Orleans
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