Underlayes Book 1
Self-Published January 20, 2016 by Pronoun
Underlayes is another dimension where all sorts of nocturnal creatures reside; witches, vampires, fae, shifters, werewolves…… The dimension was created by all of these creatures working side by side to escape the scrutiny and danger to their very existence that stemmed from the human world. Humans tend to fear things they do not understand and tend to try and eliminate anything that they fear. Even though these nocturnal beings were actually humanoid themselves as well, just different, more enhanced, than their day bearing brethren.....
Amongst those beings lies a very powerful witch, Tialanna, who is to become the queen of all Underlayes witches.
Thinking the worst part of her life was the fact that she was betrothed to a complete stranger while in love with someone else. She is in for a rude awakening when she discovers the truth of who, and what, she truly is.
Tialanna is about to learn the truth behind several lies, because not only does her life depend on it, but so does the fate of the family she never even new she had. But hey, life would probably just be boring if she didn’t have to deal with elemental witches, vampires, demons, sorcerers, bindings, spells and whatnot, right?
***This book is intended for mature audiences only as there will be both graphic violence and graphic sex.*** (Goodreads)
Still balancing on one arm and looking into my eyes, he was sliding his other hand down my body pulling off my pants. Very slowly he slid his hand up the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart. His hand crept up my inner thigh until he found that spot that let him know just how hot and wet I was for him. Then he was nipping and licking his way down my neck while flicking his thumb over my clit, making my body shudder against his. When he found my breast and took as much of it into his mouth as he could, he drove two fingers inside me. He then released my breast and kissed his way down to my naval, licking delicately down toward more sensitive regions, all the while his fingers caressing, rubbing, and probing. Suddenly, just when I thought I was about to explode with pleasure, his fingers were replaced with his tongue, going deeper than I thought was possible, and he was drinking me like I was the finest wine.
Somewhere in all of that, he must have taken off his own pants because, suddenly, he was once again hovering over me, and with our gazes locked he thrust every inch of himself inside of me (and trust me, there were a lot of inches). Leaving me gasping for air and wanting to beg for more.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now and I will.” He snarled, pulling out slowly, making a small sound escape from my lips, until only the tip of him was left inside, “If I am only allowed this one last time, allow me at least this much to keep with me. Allow me to have every piece of you, if only once more.” He gave another deep, powerful thrust, making me cry out, “Allow me to give you every inch of myself for just one final time, allow me to feel every hot, sweet spot that is all you. Even if you do go on with this foolish plan, he will only have your body. Only I will forever own your heart.”
He kissed me again, then said, “I swear, you will regret leaving me.”
About The Author:
When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. So all of that darkness is put into words in her books, and designs in her jewelry sold in her Etsy shop, GothicMoms DarkCharms.
A single mother of four beautiful children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a violinist, a seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend.