Have you read Poison Tongue yet? Yes, I know it only came out yesterday, but that’s no excuse. 😉 If you haven’t, check out the exclusive excerpt its author, Nash Summers, is sharing with you today… Temptation, guys. That’s what this book is all about.
About the Book
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Categories: Ghosts/Spirits, Other Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Length: 200 Pages
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Purchase Links: Dreamspinner Press || ARe || Amazon || Kobo
Blurb: Levi Bell can see a person’s soul just by looking into their eyes. In Monroe Poirier’s eyes, he sees the devil himself.
When Monroe moves back to the small Southern town of Malcome, Levi is repelled by the darkness of the stranger’s soul. But Levi is cursed to love things dark and wicked, and he’s seduced each time he looks into Monroe’s eyes—and drawn to the swamp behind the old Poirier house.
As strange occurrences begin to happen when shadows and visions visit him in the night, Levi sees a flicker of something good in Monroe’s soul. But the need to submerge himself in the swamp’s murky waters grows stronger as Levi’s desire for Monroe becomes unbearable.
In his struggles to help Monroe save his soul, Levi will have to decide if it’s worth losing his own.
“Fuck you,” I bit out.
I spun around, stepping toward the kitchen. I hadn’t even taken two steps when a vise grip grabbed my arm and turned me back around.
Monroe’s eyes were clearer than ice water.
The lights flickered on and then back off again.
He didn’t let go of my arm. He pressed against me, shoved me hard against the wall at my back. The shelves shook, dishes clanked together. He wrapped his other hand around my free wrist, slammed both of my hands against the wall near my shoulders.
A snake slithered up from under the collar of his T-shirt. Its blue scales glimmered in light that wasn’t really there. Another coiled itself around his arm, smooth purple scales running over his skin, pale eyes fixed on me.
The black snake slithered around the side of his neck, coming from the shadows behind his shoulders. It wrapped around his throat, watching me each time it looped around.
Monroe leaned in. There wasn’t an inch of space between our bodies. The bulge in his jeans pressed against my stomach, and I knew he could feel mine pressed against his thigh.
He touched his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear. “That’s not what you want to say to me, Levi,” he said in a low voice. “You want to beg me to fuck you. I can see it written all over that pretty face.”
“You’re an animal.” I meant for it to come off as an insult, but I sounded out of breath.
“And you love it.” He pressed a gentle kiss behind my ear. I shivered.
“It breaks my heart when you look at me like that, like you can’t even stand the sight of me. I watch the emotions play over your face and it makes me want to cause something to bleed. You want me too, but you wish so fucking badly you didn’t,” Monroe said. “Tell me just once, Levi. Tell me you feel this electricity between us.”
Monroe pulled back enough to look at my face, stare into my eyes.
Without blinking, I said, “No.”
He grinned. It was a wolf’s grin. Feral and dangerous.
The grip on my wrists vanished, and for a moment I thought he’d turn around and leave. Instead he fisted the amulet around my neck, forcing the chain to pinch into my skin. He slipped his other hand around to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
And then he pulled me toward him and kissed me.
Could a man lose his soul from just one kiss? If he could, I didn’t give a damn right then.
When I parted my lips against his and pressed my tongue into his mouth, Monroe lost his mind.
His hands instantly fell to my ass, squeezing, taking my breath. He lifted me against him roughly and I wrapped my legs around his thighs. He thrust against me, and I winced as the back of my head banged against the wall. I gasped, and he stole it away with another kiss. The shelves shook, a glass fell, shattered on the floor.
We were wild together. I laced my fingers into his hair. He gripped my ass hard enough to leave handprints on my skin for days.
The kiss was hot and needy, wet and too rough. I couldn’t get enough of him, of his touch, of his skin touching my skin, of his body pressing against my own.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sizzle and snap of current between us, to the gentle hum in the back of my mind. The hum was a cry from the swamp, a warning, a blessing, a curse. Those black waters ran through his veins, forced his heart to beat, let me listen to how deeply he wanted me.
Small, smooth scales tickled up my arm. They wrapped around my wrist, then my elbow, then to my throat. I tossed my head back again. Another glass fell to the floor in an explosion of crystals.
Monroe bit my bottom lip, ran his tongue along the inside of my teeth, whispered my name.
I was drowning in him.
I was sinking, my body a stone. I begged the current and the waves to pull me under.
And suddenly he was gone. He’d stepped back, staring at me, chest heaving, eyes blazing. The loss of his touch was like a slap to the face. I was cold, impossibly cold. I was empty, hollow, a shell of what I’d been a second ago.
Without a word he reached into his pocket, slammed my set of car keys down onto the counter, and walked out of the diner, the door banging shut behind him.
About the Author
Nash Summers rarely has any idea what she’s doing. But when she likes to pretend, she pretends by writing stories at the pace of drying paint. As if that wasn’t exhilarating enough, Nash also enjoys absolute silence, general politeness, and waiting her turn in line.
Needless to say, she’s a bona fide hell raiser.