“Yes. No. Just stop!” I
shouted in his face, barely able to think, to breathe. “Tonight is the
beginning of my courtship with Bran. We have to stop.” Even though stopping was
the last thing I wanted.
“You think Bran can make
you feel like this?” he damn near growled as he grabbed the back of my head,
gripping my hair and rubbing his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled
deeply, sending chills down my spine. “I can smell your lust, Tia, your desire
for me. Me, not him.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I
replied weakly.
“The hell it doesn’t
matter. I am not giving up that easily, Tia. If this is the last chance I have
with you, I am taking full advantage. I will make it so that every time you
look at him, you will wish it was me.” He ground out each word slowly and
precisely through clenched teeth. “Every time he beds you, it will be my face
you’ll see, my hands you’ll long for, my name on the tip of your tongue.”
“Grimm, please…”
And then he was kissing
me again, harder and faster than before. His tongue exploring every inch of my
mouth. Our tongues twisting together in a wild, exotic dance. My body felt like
it was on fire, and so did his. Then we were sliding down to the floor to our
knees. He gently laid me on my back, never breaking our kiss, my legs opening
seemingly of their own accord to accommodate his girth. Slowly, oh so slowly,
he broke our lingering kiss. He was on top of me, hands on the floor like he
was doing a push up, eyes as black as pitch; I could see my blazing eyes reflected
in those dark pools.
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. Then he released my
breast and kissed his way down to my navel, 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 by his tongue, going deeper than I would have thought 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 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 until only the tip of
him was left inside, making a small sound escape from my lips. “But 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.”
Author Interview
What
is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?
I could go on for days on
this one. Lol. Let’s just go with the longest standing one, the fake publishing
houses. The ones that truly aren’t publishers at all, but really just a vanity
press and not up front about what they truly are. If you’re paying for an
editor, and for graphics for your cover, and everything else, then you are not
with a legit publisher; you’re just self-publishing and don’t even realize it.
A true publisher is one that believes in you enough to invest in you. After
all, if you aren’t selling they aren’t earning. It’s more than a win win, it’s
a partnership.
What
are common traps for aspiring writers?
See above. Lol. Also,
beware of phony editors, if you’re self-publishing. Ask for credentials, ask
for references, you do not want to end up with someone who is truly no more
than a paid beta reader. I love my betas, but they will be the first to tell
you, they are not editors and only have a wide tooth comb, not the fine tooth
needed to find the mistakes you both might miss. Never be afraid to ask the
needed questions. Remember, there is no such thing as a stupid question, just
dumb ass answers.
What
is your writing Kryptonite?
Myself. Sometimes, though
I hate to admit it, I let the doubters and the naysayers get into my head and
doubt myself because of that. Kind of hard to get the words flowing when you
second guess every word you write.
What's
your favorite genre to read for pleasure?
Paranormal. I’ve been
through pretty much everything you can think of, when I read I want to escape
ALL of that.
Do
you hide any secrets in your books that only a few people will find?
Yup. LOL! Especially in
the second book in the Underlayes series. Let’s just say one particular ex gets
what’s coming to him. Since I would never be able to do the things I’d like to
do to him in real life… It was very satisfying writing those scenes.
What
was your hardest scene to write?
The ending! I am not a
planner, I’m strictly a pantser. I have to just let the story take me wherever
it goes, and sometimes those endings have me in tears as I write them.
What
do you want readers to know about your book?
In the Underlayes series
there are a few Goddesses you may not be familiar with. They don’t play an
integral part where you’ll miss anything by not knowing them, but their names
just may be new to you; Sekhmet, Nyx, Hel. And always keep in mind I love ALL
my readers. So if you have a questions never hesitate to ask. You can find me
on my FB page.
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 GothicMoms
DarkCharms shop.
Mother of five 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. And currently
broke, so go buy something of hers. Lol.
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