Release Day – Venomous Lust – Mary Auclair
Venomous Lust (Eok Warriors book 4)
Published to Amazon July 9, 2019
Author Mary Auclair
Oh my goodness! You guys are in for a real treat with this book. Check out the Blurb from the back of the book.
Will he choose the mission of a lifetime, or the love of
his life?
Commander Khal has been tasked with the mission of a
lifetime by Prime Councilor Aav, the most powerful Matriarch in the Ring. He
must locate and retrieve a weapon so powerful it could plunge trillions of
people into civil war, chaos and violence. This is a dangerous mission – the
mission he needs to prove himself once and for all as a worthy Eok warrior,
just like his brothers before him. He is the Ring’s only hope for peace, and he
won’t fail – no matter what the cost.
Hazel wants go to Earth to be reunited with her twin sister
and she will stop at nothing to achieve that. When she hides under Commander
Khal’s spaceship past curfew, she has no idea of the trouble she’s going to
cause. Soon enough, she finds herself hurtling into space, far away from home
and at the mercy of a stern and dominant Eok warrior who doesn’t want her
there.
She is a hindrance to Khal’s mission, but he can’t seem to
keep his hands off her anyway. As an intricate web of deception and betrayal
threatens to thwart his plan, Commander Khal will have to choose between his
lust for Hazel and his duty.
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A race against time. A race against his own desire. This
mission was going to be his undoing.
Khal’s hand reached behind her waist, sliding so easily to
the small of her back. His vigilant stare missed nothing of her reaction as his
flesh made contact with hers. All seeing. All knowing. Strong, hard fingers dug
into her soft flesh and his hot breath fanned her mouth. She couldn’t move,
couldn’t think. All Hazel could do was watch as his face changed, the harsh
alien features softening impossibly.
He pulled her in and Hazel took the last step. Her body
molded to his, all her softness craving his hardness like a thirst. A glow
started inside her body, filling her with an almost painful anticipation. The
heat of Khal’s skin radiated through his heavy synthetic leather clothing,
making her skin prickle with the desire to touch it.
“You should be running away from me.” His voice was husky
and low, his face painted with the shades of lust. “If only you knew how
dangerous this is.”
“I can’t,” she answered truthfully as his other hand moved,
traveling up her stomach, making her skin quiver as his fingers trapped one
breast. They were so large they covered its fullness completely.
Khal’s face lowered until his mouth hovered just above hers.
Their breaths mingled as he looked at her—really looked at her. For the first
time in her life, Hazel felt like someone truly saw her for who she was.
And desired her for it.
“I want to run away, but I can’t.”
“Then you are as lost as I am.”
Then he kissed her, and all her thoughts vanished. Khal’s
mouth landed on hers like a dream she never wanted to wake up from, hard and
warm, demanding everything from her and taking it. Her willpower shattered and
she ceased to be herself. She became a creature of flesh and lust, and Khal was
the master pulling her strings. His mouth opened and his tongue pushed through.
She responded, allowing him in as his taste slid inside with his tongue. His
taste invaded her mouth, clean and masculine, and as her tongue slid over the
sharp tips of his fangs, a tangy taste spread over her taste buds.
Fire spread under her skin, making her kiss Khal harder. Her
hands reached for the hard, thick muscles of his arms and slid around to the
back of his neck. As her fingers ran over his skin, a tangible shiver traveled
through Khal’s body, deep and slow. Primal.
The kiss deepened impossibly, until it became raw,
animalistic possession.
And she wanted every bit of it. Hazel wanted to belong to
Khal’s mouth, to Khal’s hands, to Khal’s body more than she wanted to breathe,
more than she ever wanted to admit. The tangy taste of his mouth filled her
mind as his hands ran feverishly over her body like he wanted to touch all of
her at once.
Then, suddenly, it was like a dam breaking and he became a
feral, wild beast. His hands slid to her ass, then to her thighs. He lifted her
in a single fluid movement, parting her legs on either side of his body,
pinning her to his throbbing, fully erect sex. At the feeling of his arousal,
Hazel’s core clenched with need and a flood of wetness answered.
Khal moved, sitting her on the high counter, her legs still
parted on either side of his waist. His mouth left hers and she breathed hard
and fast, like she had been thirsty for air for days.
The growl vibrated from his chest all the way to her
throbbing clit as his mouth closed over her throat.
No, not his mouth.
His fangs.
The sharp points closed around her throat, the sensitive
skin quivering to the rhythm of her heartbeat. The hot wetness of his tongue
lapped at her jugular like a large cat’s, slightly raspy and entirely erotic.
Fear mixed with arousal as Khal maintained her in complete
submission.
Is he going to bite me?
His jaw tightened, the tips of his fangs barely breaking the
skin, and pain shot through the fog in her mind. An incredible bloom of erotic
pleasure erupted inside her body as he held her like that, alien and strange,
like a drug, but impossible to dismiss.
She knew she was going to come before the orgasm hit her
like a blow.
Hazel contorted under Khal, a strangled scream leaving her
lips as pleasure shot from her clit to the tips of her fingers in an absolute,
all-consuming climax like nothing she’d ever felt. Like nothing that she’d ever
thought possible. Khal held her down, his fangs around her throat, his tongue
lapping at the tiny wounds on her jugular as Hazel’s body was ravaged by the orgasm.
Then, as her mind still rebelled against the incredible
amount of pleasure, his hand moved to her face. His large palm rested against
her cheek, but still, the push of those fangs against her jugular increased
until she knew he was going to break more than just her skin. It was like he
was fighting against his own impulse to bite down—and slowly losing.
This was more dangerous than any kinky alien sex game.
Hazel became very still, all her instincts telling her that
if she fought Khal’s predatory hold, he would react like the feral beast he
was. He would bite down and claim his prize—only in the process, she would be
injured. Humans were not Eoks, their bodies were much more fragile. She could
die from a direct bite to her jugular.
Then, with a dizzyingly slow pace, those sharp fangs
relinquished their pressure and then completely withdrew. His tongue loitered
behind, dragging up and down her jugular like he could taste her blood flowing
under the skin. She could almost feel his reluctance to let go, the almost
irresistible push to bite down again and go all the way through this time.
But Khal didn’t. His mouth left her body, and soon, way too
soon, he pulled away from her. His too-blue eyes were even bluer, lighting up
like fiery diamonds, and in those mesmerizing pupils was a lust the like of
which she’d never witnessed. A lust that consumed and burned, a lust that
defied all the laws of the universe to put her right there, at the center of
it.
“How can I ever let you go?”
If this is your first foray into Ms Auclair's writing, I think you are going to love it. If this is a return trip, you will not be disappointed by this book. Check out the bio below on Ms Auclair.
Author Bio
Mary grew up in the quiet peace of a small rural village in
the heart of Quebec, Canada. She spent her childhood chasing butterflies and
catching frogs, playing in the mud and generally being as unladylike as she
could.
She now write as much as her busy schedule allows to bring
to life her inner world, filled with exotic planets, mysterious creatures and
off course, hot, alpha heroes and the women who melt their hearts.
When she's not writing, she can be found in the garden,
walking her dogs or playing with fire in her kitchen as a part time hit-or-miss
chef.
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