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Blade of Moonlight by Kimberly Dean.
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Reading the Paranormal.
No super deed goes unpunished…
A
Midnight Justice story.
It’s been twenty-five years since the last Light Guardian was wiped out.
Or so it’s believed. Ruby Winston is about to blow the lid off that
theory, even though it’ll bring every Shadow Czar minion down on her
ass.
She’s always known she was different from the rest of the
evil-dictators-in-training Winstons. Uncovering the secret half of her
gene pool proves it. Now she’s out to bring down her late father’s
mind-control soda empire—and break the Shadow Czars’ hold on Earth.
Problem is, becoming a superhero overnight isn’t as easy as it looks.
Teague Younger has his own secrets to keep: his heritage, and his fierce
determination to exact revenge on his friend and mentor’s murderer. So
far he’s kept his cover—until he’s forced to use his Light Guardian
powers to save Ruby from a sticky situation.
Thrust together and on the run, Teague and Ruby form a wary alliance as
they desperately fight their circuit-blowing attraction. With an army of
Shadow Queen minions hot on their tails, they might have a hard time
surviving the night, much less ignoring their hearts.
Warning: This book contains mind-controlling beverages, evil dictators and
minions, excessive use of spandex, and enough electrifying sex to melt
an ice train.
Excerpt
Teague
stalked toward a cluster of scrub pines in the distance. He halted a good
thirty yards back from the trees and waved his arm. “Let’s see what you’ve
got.”
“But…we’re
too far away.”
“You might
not even get this close to the queen before she fries your ass.”
Her stomach
clenched. Determined to prove to them both that she wasn’t entirely inept, Ruby
lifted her shaking hands and directed a bolt toward the shrubs. The charge hit
at least ten yards short, fizzling ineffectually into the parched dirt.
“Try it
again.”
She repeated
the maneuver, this time landing the strike even farther from the target.
Embarrassment and defeat caved her chest.
“You’re not
focusing.”
“I am. I’ve
been aiming for that middle tree each try.”
“I’m not
talking about outward focus.” He moved behind her. “It’s as much about the
mental as physical. To properly handle your energy, you first need to
understand it. Connect with it.” His warm, calloused palms glided along her
arms, positioning them in a straight horizontal line. “This is the best way to
ground yourself. The energy resides as much within your environment as it does
inside you.” His fingertips grazed the sensitive undersides of her forearms,
causing her to shiver in pleasure. “Do you feel the build-up starting?”
A sharp
tingle shuttled through her clitoris. Oh yeah. She was definitely feeling something.
Probably not what he’d been referring to though. “I—I’m not sure.”
Teague
pressed into her, the firm, muscular planes of his chest and abdomen contouring
to her back like the delicious, masculine version of memory foam. “How about
now? Feeling anything?”
She gulped,
not entirely certain he wasn’t referring to the thick bulge of his erection
prodding the base of her spine. “Err…possibly.”
“Good.” His
hands coasted along her upper arms and over her shoulders. He continued
following the slope of her neck, his fingers a maddening butterfly dance along
her overheated skin. She shook as he traced the shell of her ears before
combing his fingers through her hair, sifting the strands over her shoulders.
His deep inhalation stirred the fine hairs at her temple, and she closed her
eyes on a shaky breath.
“Do you feel
it, Ruby?” His hands retraced their path, this time moving beneath her arms.
“Do you feel our energy weaving?”
Oh my God.
She did. Teague’s power was a sensual caress along her synapses. It
licked at her own energy, engaging it in an erotic tango that felt…like sex.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Teague’s bold hands roved inward, and her
eyes snapped open as they closed over her breasts. A blast of energy showered
from her, acting as a turbo boost to the discharged bolt. It slammed into the
center tree across from them, sheering it in half.
Unable to
believe her own eyes, she released an excited whoop of joy. It took a moment to
realize that Teague was no longer touching her. Disappointment smothered her
brief happiness. Pivoting, she met his guarded expression. Painfully aware of
the tight ache in her nipples, she hugged her torso. “You stopped.”
“It was the
end of our first lesson.”
She frowned.
“That was a lesson?”
“Our energy
often brings with it a sexual charge for us. Tap into that essence, and it can
trigger a power surge similar to a climax.”
Her cheeks
heated. “I thought you were touching me because you wanted me.”
A dark
intensity entered Teague’s eyes. “I want to fuck you so badly, my balls are
blue. But giving in to that urge would be stupid.”
Heaviness
sat like an elephant on her chest. “Why?”
“We’re as
different as two people can get, Ruby. You want to save the world, and I just
want revenge and to save my own ass. You’re better off without me.”
“Don’t I get
a say in this decision?”
“No. One of
us has to keep some damn sense.” His jaw locked into a rigid line, Teague
strode past her and headed to the copse of trees.
She stared
at his retreating back, the ache in her heart increasing with each step he took
away from her. He should be the last person on Earth capable of tying her
emotions into a tangle of messy knots. He was absolutely right about them being
wrong for each other. The smartest thing she could do right now was walk away.
Her legs
wobbly, she started across the dusty plain, her unwavering sight set on Teague.
She reached the ring of trees, and he turned to face her, his mouth a grim
line. “Ruby—”
Planting her
palms squarely in the center of his broad chest, she shoved him against the
trunk of the nearest oak. “You said what you had to say. Now it’s my turn.”
Before he could interrupt or argue, she stood on tiptoe and caught his bottom
lip between her teeth. A harsh breath rattled from his lungs, and she slid her
hand behind his neck. The next second, the lush, wet heat of his tongue thrust
inside her mouth as he grasped her ass and hauled her up against him. Locking
one leg around his waist, she rubbed against his thickening erection and
whimpered.
Re-angling
his mouth for a deeper, hungrier kiss, he swung her around until her back was
the one pushed against the rough bark of the tree. Gripping her thigh higher,
he ground his pelvis into hers. The friction tore a moan from her throat.
Scraping his teeth along her jawbone, Teague slid a hot, open-mouthed kiss
toward the sensitive crook of her neck.
Her insides
melting, she shivered. She wanted nothing more desperately than to feel the
thick, hard length of his cock slide deep in her core, filling the emptiness
and banishing her ever-present worries for a blissful moment. “Please, make
love to me.”
A tremor
racked Teague’s body. She sensed the tension in him. The struggle for his
control. She gyrated her hips, earning his rasping groan. “Damn it, Ruby. I’m
not fucking you against this tree.”
She pulled
him in for another devouring kiss and gloried in the lusty moan that rumbled
through his chest. His hand slipped between them and fumbled with her zipper.
An instant later his palm was cupping her mound and two fingers were buried in
her pussy. She gasped at the unexpected stretch. “That isn’t what I want.”
Ignoring
her, he pumped his fingers and ghosted his thumb over her clit. She sank her
nails into his rock-hard biceps and fought for breath. “N-not this way.”
He increased
the pressure on her inner walls, hitting the sweet spot that brought stars
dancing in her vision. She bowed her back, trying to stave off the approaching
climax. His gaze hot with determination, Teague hooked his fingers, his aim
precise and devastating.
