Excerpt- Taste of Angel's Kiss
Floating… I’m floating in warm water... mmm… it’s the perfect temperature, although it feels thicker and heavier than water should. I hope I don’t wake up. This is a great dream. It feels so real. I can even smell…
Oh god, I feel hands all over my body. Startled, I open my eyes. The light is very dim, and it flickers like a candle or a torch. The ceiling... it’s so far away, and it looks like it’s made of stone or rock.
Panic threatens to overcome me, but the hands gently washing my hair pull me back into the euphoria of the dream. I raise one hand and watched the liquid coat my fingers and palm, and then run down my arm. The water seems white against my skin. A soft, dark-olive hand takes my extended arm before I have time to worry about the color of the water and gently massages my hand.
I’m naked, exposed. However, the sensual experience—the hands, too many to count, gently supporting and cleansing my body—overpower my anxiety. The sensation is both soothing and breathtaking. My mind is fuzzy… I’m conscious enough to feel what’s going on, but not enough to speak or turn my head to see whose massaging and washing me.
Their touch is very intimate. Yet I know it’s not Alan. I should try to wake up, but this feels so wonderful I want to enjoy every moment. Ah….
I must have drifted deeper into sleep for a moment, because I’m out of the water now. I can feel a soft bed around me and my face is resting gently on soft petals. The scent of roses surrounds me; it’s so strong, I can almost taste them on my tongue. Hands massage my skin with some kind of oil.
“Wonderful...roses.” The hands gently roll me onto my back. A soft breeze against my naked breasts sends a chill through me. I just can’t make myself feel self-conscious. I know I should, but it’s a dream, why not enjoy it?
“Who?” I finally manage to ask. No one answers. The hands just keep rubbing the oil all over my body, working in perfect synchronization. I slide my fingers through the soft rose petals, enjoying the creamy texture. “What an amazing dream,” I manage to say in a low mumble.
“This is as it can be, Alexandria, my Qadesh, if you choose to come back to me.”
My eyes open, my mind instantly alert, but my body is still numb. I see a man kneeling beside me; he has a small cloth draped around his waist, leaving the rest of his body bare. Power radiates off his glistening olive skin. My bare skin tingles where it touches his thigh. My eye follows the line of his arm up to his broad chest; he is smooth and muscled. A tattoo wraps around his shoulders like an ancient necklace. The sculpted muscles of his shoulders and neck make a perfect frame for his smooth, bald head.
I meet his gaze. His deep onyx eyes mesmerize me; he has me trapped. I don’t want to look away. The deep black kohl eye liner, which runs to an extreme point in the corner of his eyes made his face even more dramatic.
His fingers caress my face, following the line of my chin to my neck. They flow over my nipple, down my stomach, and out over my hip. A spin-tingling thrill goes through my body as his fingers skim over my skin. Without shame I arch my hips to meet his touch. His hand returns to my face and traces my lips. My tongue follows the path of his finger, only to realize he’s put something on my lips. The taste is metallic, but sweet. My eyes close as he whispers in my ear. “Dreams can be made real, my Qadesh.” His cold breathe on my skin makes me burn with need.
I reach out to trace the muscles of his arm; tiny hairs tickle my fingers. Hummm…but his skin had looked so smooth....
I opened my eyes and saw my own bedroom and all the clutter and books on my nightstand.
“Just a dream,” I whispered to myself as I nestled back into Alan’s arms. I felt him waking as he pulled me in tighter, trying to hold me like a pillow.
“Mmmm,” Alan said. “You smell like roses.”
About Angel’s Kiss:
Angel’s Kiss is the story of Alexandria Hayes-Lewis. Lexie, as she likes to be called, is blessed with the perfect life. By day she manages her family’s detective agency in Seravan, the beautiful beach town where she was born and raised. By night she makes certain her devilishly handsome husband knows just how much she loves him.
Lexie never knew she’d been marked at birth by an Angel's Kiss—until one ordinary case turned deadly.
A brutal attack awakens a deeply hidden family legacy: a superhuman strength and vitality. Not only is she stronger—her gift can intensify the strength and power of immortal beings. With the secrets of her heritage unlocked, and her legacy revealed, Lexie becomes the prey.
Terrified by changes she doesn’t understand and sensual nightmares she can’t control, Lexie desperately searches for ways to harness the power flowing through her veins. But when people die and her family is threatened, she takes the ultimate step against those who want to shield her, those who want to possess her, and those who want to kill her. In a frantic bid for freedom, she enlists the help of an unusual guardian and an ancient weapon.
Will it be enough to save her?
I was raised on a small farm in the Midwest, at a time when there were only 3 television stations. Oh the horror!
Growing up miles away from any other families gave me the opportunity to hone my imagination and plenty of time to read. To say that I had an active imagination is a huge understatement and I have always had a fascination for magic, fantasy and the paranormal.
After earning a bachelor degree in Criminology I married my college sweetheart and traded farm country for the sugar white beaches of the Florida Panhandle. Now I spend my time writing and taking care of my three children, two dogs, one guinea pig and my terrific husband.
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My blog is www.lynnestevie.wordpress.com.
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