Hey, y'all! Here we are again, stopping on my blog for this super great tour. This time, instead of an interview (though I wish I could have done a second interview...), I have an excerpt from Dracian Legacy from Dean's POV! Eeeep! Also, BACK OFF, PEOPLE. He's still mine.
So now that we have that settled, I guess I'll share the scene...?
Can't Get Enough
Even since we were kids, I couldn’t help but follow Ren around like a fucking lovesick puppy. Even after all those years, she still had the power to make me roll over with the snap of her fingers. When I found out the truth about us, four years ago, it was almost impossible to keep my distance.
So I did what any asshole would do. I made certain she would keep her distance from me, because truthfully, I had no willpower to stay the hell away from her. That probably earned me the douchebag of the century award.
And now here we were, her sitting before me. I placed my hand over her bare knee, unable to resist. She was taking too damn long and I was about to lose my mind just from anticipation.
She glared at me, looking even more beautiful than usual.
“This is your lucky day, Pernell.” I teased her.
“Give him a big wet kiss, tongue and all.”
“Shut up, Hunter!” She gritted her teeth.
“Rules are rules,” Serena ridiculed. I nearly snarled at her.
I think just about everyone knew my true feelings for Ren, except her. I wasn’t exactly secretive about the way I watched her. I’d scared half the guys shitless when they tried to get friendly with her.
Yeah, I’m a complete asshole.
“It’s fate, babe. Just kiss and get over it.” Pey prompted Ren.
“Afraid you might fall madly, irrevocably in love with me?” I winked at Ren. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
Her eyes narrowed.
Oh, she’s pissed.
I could see her mind churning, ready to become the spitfire she usually was around me. I wish she’d just let it out. “Don’t make me beg, Pernell.”
Then she pivoted toward me and her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. I nearly groaned just at the sight of it.
I scooted closer to her and my heart lurched up my throat. This was it. I’d never been so excited in my life. Not when I got those Wonder Woman posters when I turned twelve, not when we won state championships three years in a row, and not even when I did it my first time.
But just the anticipation of her lips over mine was going to be the end of me. And I would be one lucky bastard if I did. Die, that is. I snaked my hand around her neck and pulled her mouth to mine, unable to control myself any longer.
My eyes closed on their own accord when I felt her soft, warm mouth against mine. I sucked in a deep breath, letting the scent of her consume me. My lips moved against hers, slowly—I took my time—exploring the bottom, then the top. She deserved to be kissed with care and love and passion. Come to think of it, I don’t believe she’d ever kissed anyone but me.
My inner ego boosted up another notch. I was the only one to touch her this way. Hell, if that didn’t blow my mind, I didn’t know what would.
I couldn’t help but nibble on her bottom lip at that thought, tilting her head back for better access. I wanted to taste her so damn much. She moved closer to me, her legs settling between my thighs, her face above mine. She cupped my jaws and I tilted toward her without breaking the connection, reaching for her mouth.
I wanted nothing more than to wrap her soft, curvy body around me. Instead, I wrapped my hands around her waist and let my finger travel under her shirt, feeling her skin. When she shivered, I darted my tongue to her lips, prompting her to open for me. When she gave me access and she kissed me back—it was like Christmas came early.
Shit. I was never going to be the same. I dove in like a hungry man consuming my very last meal.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this girl. I would die a thousand deaths and kill a million others, if it meant she would be happy and safe.
God, I love her so fucking much. Knowing she wasn’t mine yet. And that hurt like I was being skinned alive. She was my kryptonite and the very essence I needed to live.
Then I felt it. Like the insides of our bodies tying us, pulling us together. There was something that responded within her. Could I be dreaming? Is it possible that she…? No, it wasn’t time. That much I knew. Dad told me it wouldn’t happen before she turned eighteen.
Then all thoughts left me as her hands found their way under my shirt.
Fuck. I was going to need an unbelievably long cold shower to get rid of this… feeling. As if she knew my want… my need for her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her fingers laced through my hair, tugging and pulling.
An image of her lying on my bed, her hair sprawled around her, as she looked at me with her hooded eyes consumed me. Her beautiful body under mine, responding as we moved while we both reached higher and higher…
I growled like a mad man, possessed by my need to devour her. Then I heard someone whistle and hoot. I’d completely forgotten about our audience.
When she pulled back, I withered in agony, missing her warmth against me. I wasn’t ready yet. I leaned my forehead against her, holding her close. We both struggled to breathe, her chest flush against mine. The image of me moving against her body once again exploited my mind and I felt myself needing to adjust. When she inclined forward, I was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, she wanted me too. I leaned into her slightly brushing her lips with mine.
“I missed you,” I whispered so only she could hear me. What I really wanted to say was, “I love you, Nellie.” I felt her heart beat against mine, inside mine. “Tell me you did too.”
Just one word. One fucking word and I was ready to take her away from all of this, from everything that our future held for us, for her. Just one word and I was ready to be hers.
Yup, I’m totally whipped, without a doubt.
Then her eyes widened as she realized where we were and I knew what was coming before she pushed me away. And just like that, my world came crashing down.
I couldn’t believe just how much control this girl had over me. I laughed at my misfortune. The one girl I wanted, the one girl I would nuke the entire world for, didn’t want me. Karma was a fucking bitch.
I watched as she ran away from me. I wanted to go after her. Instead, I shot up and left the party through the back door. I needed to let off some steam before I burned down the entire town.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Have I mentioned that I love Dean? Because I sooooo freaking DO. I am seriously happy/glad/ecstatic that Priya asked me to post this excerpt. I love it!
Now, for the giveaway! Again. Hehehehe. :)
3 winners will receive 1 e-book format of Dracian Legacy each
**If a winner had already purchased the book, with a proof of purchase, I’ll buy them another book or give a GC of equal or lesser value of their choosing. **
1 winner will receive a $15 GC to Amazon or Barnes and Noble
**In addition I’ll continue to add ONE $5 increment GC for every 150 copies of the book (ebook or hardcopy) sold. So for the first 150 copies sold, I’ll add $20 GC, the second 150 copies sold, I’ll add $25 GC, etc… There’s no limit to how many gift cards I add to the giveaway.**
Got that? This giveaway is being run by the author and it's pretty awesome, if you ask me.
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Thank you so much for stopping by my stop! Did you catch yesterday's stop(s)? If you wanna see 'em, then...
My Guilty Obsession @ http://myguiltyobsession.blogspot.com/ - Chapter 1- Part 2
That's yesterday's stop! Be sure to check it out because it is so seriously great!!
And, of course, you should take a look at the wonderful post paired with me today,
Musings of a Writing Reader @ http://triciakristufek.com/ - Guest Post - Making of 3 main characters
Also, be sure to hop on over to the blogs posting tomorrow! I'm the only post for today, but tomorrow, there's some cool stuff going up that you should check out!
Whispers at Moonlight @ http://whispersatmoonlight.wordpress.com/ - Book Review
The Journal Jabber Radio @ http://www.journaljabberradio.blogspot.com - Author Interview
And that is all I have for you today! Thanks so much for stopping by and remember: DEAN IS MINE. ;)