I am absolutely thrilled that Possession is now back up at retailer sites. Right now, it’s available at Amazon, ARe, and Smashwords, but will soon be up at all of the other retail sites that I distribute to via Smashwords (Scribd, Barnes & Noble, KOBO, etc.).
So many readers have emailed after reading Sacrifice–and then Secrets–wondering if they missed something. Most every one of them had. I never realized that by putting this novella into an anthology that it would be missed by so many. If you have not read Possession, which was originally published in the Spiked Anthology, then YES, you missed an important bridge.
**If you did read this in Spiked, I wanted to let you know that this version IS a little different. Not extremely, but due to limited space in the anthology, some things couldn’t be as fleshed out as I wanted them to be.**
Possession is definitely a must-read between Sacrifice and Secrets in order to fully understand the how, why, and when of certain relationships. This story is also entirely in Sabaan’s point of view.
BTW, the little tribal mark on the cover? Makes sense once you read! Thanks so much to my cover artist, Kirby Crow, for making that special addition!
So… here ’tis!
Sabaan has waited years for Nikolas to realize they are meant to be. But after months of watching him give his attention to another, Sabaan is lost and unsure where to turn. An encounter with Lucien, Master of the Coven, leaves him feeling even more alone than ever. Before he can figure his next move, Lucien returns with a plan. A plan that could bring them together–or destroy everything.
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“Too quiet,” I whispered, then looked up to find Lucien, master vampire and owner of said pool I’d been staring into. The man still took my breath away, even after all of these years. As usual for this time of night here lately, he was dressed simply in a black pair of silk pajama bottoms with a thin robe over his bare chest. Silver glinted in the moonlight off one of his nipple rings and I had to fight not to reach up and touch him. “How are you this evening?”
He sighed wistfully and looked away. “Good.”
There was no mistaking the loneliness in his voice. It matched my own so perfectly.
“Oh, my dear Lucien.” I sat up and patted the lounge I’d been lying on. “Sit with me a while.”
He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like a growl. “I don’t think—”
“Come on, now. I won’t bite unless you ask me to.” He glanced down at me, suspicion clear in his expression. I patted the lounge again. “I give you my word.”
Lucien seemed to consider my words then turned toward me. Instead of sitting before me, he straddled the lounge behind me, arms going around my waist, his chin resting on my left shoulder.
“We might well be on the road back to friendship, but I’m still not sure I can trust you at my back.”
His words cut deep, but his feelings certainly weren’t without merit. I’d done more than my fair share to get him to submit to me over the years. One time with him beneath me just hadn’t been enough.
“Noted,” I said finally. We sat silent for a long while. I wanted to talk to him, but anything and everything that came to mind led to Peter—and Nikolas—and the fact that the two of us were here because the two of them weren’t. Because they were together.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Lucien grumbled.
“I can’t help it.” I shrugged and he tightened his hold on me. His fingers teased along my lower belly, lips moving across my shoulder toward my neck. I shuddered and let my head fall back against his shoulder. “Damn it, Lucien, you know better than to start this—”
“And sometimes, even when we know better, we still do the things that are bad for us.”
“You don’t really want me.”
“Who says?” Teeth nipped at my ear. “Drop your glamour. I want you, not some illusion.”
If he didn’t stop this soon, I wouldn’t push him away. I dropped my glamour, taking on my true form. His fingers moved up my chest, then teased down the insides of my arms, and I swallowed hard.
“Lucien . . . .”
“I find that I am unable to help myself tonight.”
Oh, fuck. “What is it that you need? Do you need to feed?” My eyes rolled back into my head as he pressed the palm of one hand to the base of my tail. “Ohhh . . . .”
“You can feed me if you wish.”
“I’ve been good, Lucien. I promised that I wouldn’t cause trouble.”
“I know you have. I’ve been watching.”
I turned and pushed him back, straddling his hips, crushing my mouth to his. Lucien’s fingers framed my face then curled back into my hair. He made a fist and yanked my head back. He licked up the side of my neck, then set his fangs, but didn’t bite down. I pushed my neck against him, wanting the pain of his bite, but got a kiss instead.
Tender presses of lips up my neck and along my jaw. Our eyes met for a brief moment, just before he captured me in a kiss again. I gasped as his tongue invaded my mouth almost desperately, sharp fangs cutting my lips and drawing blood. Not just my blood, but his too. The taste of him on my tongue was exquisite and I deepened the kiss, wanting more.
His hands left my hair and skimmed down my back, coming to rest on my hips. He pushed me down and arched up, and it was only then that I realized just how okay with me—and this—that he was.
Had he sought me out for comfort?
Come out here, knowing that I would give it to him?
That I was just that easy?
“Stop it, Sabaan,” he whispered between kisses.
“I’m not that easy,” I growled in defense.
“Yes, you are.” He pushed me back, thumbs coming up to press against my throat. “But that’s not the only reason I’m here.”
I didn’t ask why; I didn’t have to. We were in the same boat. Who better to spend time with now, than someone who was safe? Who wasn’t a risk to a relationship that was already strained? Who you knew wouldn’t fall in love with you and follow you around like a lovesick puppy.
“This will change things—for you, especially.”
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, nodded. “Sometimes change is . . . necessary.”
In that moment, I felt so bad for him. He’d not slept with anyone without Peter since they’d met. That he was resorting to it now, for just a moment’s comfort.
Lucien tensed beneath me. “If you’d rather not—”
“Shut up.” I bent and kissed him, hands sliding down to work his pants off. He helped, ridding himself of his robe as well. He grabbed the waist of the small shorts I was wearing and ripped them in half, dropping the pieces to the ground.
“Hey, I liked those shorts!”
“You look better without them.”
Laughing, I stretched out over him. “Nice of you to realize that.”
“I always have. Trouble is, the sword that is so pretty—is still so very sharp.”
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Soul Mates Reading Order:
Soul Mates: Bound by Blood
Soul Mates: Deceptions
Soul Mates: Sacrifice
A Coven Christmas
Soul Mates: Secrets
Mark of the Beast