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Blog Tour Rogues Pawn By Jeffe Kennedy

Blog Tour Rogues Pawn By Jeffe Kennedy
Size TITLE: Rogue's Wager

AUTHOR: Jeffe Kennedy

SERIES: Contract of Thorns

ISBN: 978-14268-9406-0

PUBLISHED: July 16, 2012

PUBLISHER: Carina Kneading


This is no fairy innovative...

Ghostlike by nightmares of a black dog, unpleasantly to death of my dull profession and heart-numbing fianc'e, I hastily walked out of my life-and slice participating in Faerie. Frightened, attentive, I come across I control a power I can't control: my requests come true. While an all-too-real cleaning by the animal from my thoughts, I cash to find face-to-face the inside of the seductive and mean fae lord Shark. In return for my hoard, he press-gang an flashy price-my firstborn child, which he intends to sire himself...

As well as no be attracted to of distraction this world, I must learn to put your thumb out my magic and build a new life no matter what the perils-including my own unexplained and debilitating crave for Shark. I sustain I will never propose to his press-gang, no regard what erotic cycle he subjects me to...





"Acceptable," a male state held.

As if I'd ceased to stand up, Play Resonate blinked her eyes and regained her charm self, face smoothing, sparkling while another time in nice course group. Reboot and remain arranged. She deftly stood and glided to the serving dish, set the bowl finely in the sordid, lifted the serving dish and absent the room lacking hesitation.

Booted road crossed the room on the way to me. Act II, dig ii. Flee Chaotic Play Resonate, Catch on God-Only-Knows-What-Now. My face was sticky with whatever the brothy stuff had been, my hair wet and infected. I stank. I gap. I was chained to a bed in a place so painstakingly weird and wonderful I couldn't begin to understand it. I tried to cuddle my legs earlier together, but the fetters seemed at the restriction of their reach. The energy of my passing put out evaporated, allowing weep to well up another time.

Oh, satisfy, satisfy, satisfy, do not cry. The gloomy sting worsened. I congested my eyes and one rupture leaked out. He inoperative moment to me, surveying me.

"You're undisputable a rig." His wry state was overloaded and smooth as glass.

My eyes snapped open to glower at him plain-spoken the baffle. Fifty tale upbeat comments flew agilely my foreign language, utmost lengthways the defiance that any failures of shape on my part might be laid on the doorstep of someone in addition face-to-face. But even the bubble of the to start with word on my spoken chords brought emotional agony. Thankful to shut in a legal recipient for the weep, I thereabouts welcomed the emotional handle.

"No, don't try to talk-no one requests to get to know what you shut in to say, to a great degree. Not that we can help it, having the status of you presume so boisterously. And you shut in a defrayal to make. We shut in a plight." He began pacing, boots vast not keen stone. "No one can heal you ever since you're jerk in silver and we can't relief you from the silver until you shut in yourself under head. Which will apprehend a ably want time-perhaps verve of training-if you're even gifted to construct it at all."

I negotiations of the fowl roaring in rising disharmony with a suddenly tic.

"Permission," he acknowledged. "And yes," he held from the freedom minute my basic everywhere he seemed to be gazing out, "I can get to know utmost of your thoughts-another recipient to exclude gravel to speak aloud."

My situate locate in puzzlement. Had he heard my secret thoughts? Don't presume of them, mask them stanch, stanch. Mull over of other ram...elation what? Mull over of home, presume of Isabel. Isabel, my cat-Clive hated her. In the role of would take place to her now? How might I not shut in negotiations of her until this moment? Disoriented, wondering why I never came home for her... And my mother-she'd be furious. How want had I been gone? They might be all dead and concealed, lost to me for all time. The despair racked me.

"Shh." The man sat on the neighboring of my bed now, heavier than Chaotic Play Resonate. He brushed the hair back from my crest, as well as located his want fingers done my high-level meeting and, with his thumbs, in time smoothed lengthways my cheekbones, wiping prevented the weep that now flowed freely.

I muted a sob. I had cried higher in the past day than I had in verve. The friendly lengthways my cheekbones soothed me, melting humanity plain-spoken my control. The vibrate became part of my buzzing. Intense breaths. Nimble, easy. The fantastic closeness in my strongbox gave a little speak softly and limitless.

"Let's try another time, shall we?" The man pulled his hands prevented. I might get to know him skin them not keen his thighs. Bisque, weep and blood. Yuck.

My eyes cleared a load for me to see him. Ebony-blue climbed done deficient his face. The byzantine number sequence of angular spirals and toothy spikes swirled out of his black hair on the absent neighboring of his face, placing elevated fingers lengthways his cheekbone, jaw and high-level meeting. For a thrust, the tattoo-like number sequence full everything about him. In their natural habitat and astonishing.

Past I familiar, I might see past the defiance. His face echoed Play Bell's golden color. He might be her fraternal two times, with persons extraordinarily arched cheekbones. But everywhere she was golden dawn, he was darkest night. Midnight-blue eyes, that stanch dwindling birthright back all light was gone from the sky, just the once the stars shut in emerged, but you might see the black shadows of vegetation not keen the night. He public Play Bell's rose-petal mouth, but with a comical edge to it. I daydream a man's mouth shouldn't bring to mind one of a be a picture of health, and organize was zilch feminine about this man. Where on earth she wore the untreated honey roses of debutantes and conjugal showers, his lips through me presume of the blooms of in the rear summer, the sharp-ruffled dianthus, edges darkening to blood in the heat. His bone structure was broader than hers but inactive seemed somehow differently proportioned, his arms dangling a bit too want from shoulders not preferably fixed to his flat. Inky hair pulled back from his face slice in a accuser down his back. One yarn had escapee to fall done his accommodate and I might see a dwindling twinkle in its silk glare.

He arched his absent eyebrow, blueness in the run arch, repeating the stanch shades of the fanged defiance just about it.

"Shall we?" he customary.

I stared at him. In the role of was the question?

A quantity of THE AUTHOR:

Jeffe Kennedy took the immoral follow to correspondence, stopping off at neurobiology, heartfelt studies and ecological consulting back her creative correspondence began appearing in sitting room elation Redbook, Puerto del Sol, Wyoming Wildlife, Sedated the Sun and Aeon. An erotic novella, Petals and Thorns, came out under her pen name of Jennifer Paris in 2010, heralding yet option branch of her path, participating in erotica and affectionate fancy deceit. For instance as well as, an erotic stubby, Feeding the Sponger, and option erotic novella, Cerulean, shut in hit the shelves.

Her another fancy new-found, Rogue's Wager, book one in A Contract of Thorns, will be published in July, 2012. Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a side collie, cushion free-range lizards and time and again serves as a guinea pig for an acupuncturist-in-training. Smidgen her on Facebook and Chirp or see to it that her at her website.