EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: DARK WATERS (Underdogs of the Arena book 4) By Eva LeNoir
There are moments in a person’s life where a screaming “What the fuck?” is perfectly justified. Kyle Pearce found himself in that very predicament. One second he was enjoying the succulent aroma of his female’s milky skin and the next, their intimate union had become an unfathomable and unwanted threesome. Lying on his back as his little witch, Aishlyn, rode him with uninhibited gusto, Kyle suddenly found himself staring into death-promising black eyes. His lover’s name bellowing throughout the quaint room left them both frozen in mid-thrust.
“Did you just say ‘Father’?” The whisper was meant for her ears only but apparently the imposing man filling the door frame had an impeccable and somewhat extraordinary sense of hearing judging by his low, menacing growl. Meanwhile, Aishlyn’s entire body sat frozen with palpable panic, eyes glazed and utterly shell-shocked as she stared seemingly at nothing in particular with her forest green eyes communicating every fear her mind could conjure.
The question left unanswered, Kyle directed his attention to their uninvited guest. With a long, black tunic flowing down to his sandaled feet and a matching hooded cape covering his equally ebony-colored hair, the man was evil personified. Suddenly feeling trapped in a rabbit-hole with a blood thirsty predator out for vengeance, Kyle removed Aishlyn from his lap and covered her now quivering body with the thick down-comforter before rising to his feet and quickly slipping on his discarded jeans.
“I’m assuming the word ‘trespassing’ is missing from your vocabulary?” Kyle said as he pulled the zipper up and placed his hands on his hips, staring unflinching at Aishlyn’s father.
“The only trespasser I see, dog, is you. My daughter may live here but this house is mine, and has been for countless generations.” Well, there went his argument.
“Let’s cut the shit, shall we? What do you want?” Kyle could feel the fear emanating from Aishlyn’s body as she lay slightly behind him and hopefully still covered. Father or not, Kyle was in no mood to expose his woman's nude figure to another male's eyes.
“Arrogant little canine, aren’t you?” the wizard spat through clenched teeth as he took a menacing step forward. Bolts of electricity sparked from the fisted hands resting casually at the wizard’s sides while his scowling face promised death at best; yet judging by the looks of the persona, torture seemed more likely.
“Let’s recap shall we? I come home to find my daughter—my innocent daughter—in the throes of carnal deliverance with a shifter, of all things, not to mention a traitor.” What the hell was this guy’s problem? A traitor? Before Kyle had a chance to vocalize his question, Aishlyn’s father continued.
“You see, Mr. Pearce, you had a job to do, yet your only accomplishment of these last twenty-four hours was the killing of Aishlyn’s promised one. Needless to say, vengeance is imminent.” With the hairs along every inch of his body aware of the menace facing him, Kyle had one last thought before he heard the heavy gasp behind him and darkness swallowed him whole.
Aishlyn.
Jonas loved leather. The texture was comforting with its soft yet sturdy feel beneath his fingers. The smell took him back to his human childhood living in the French countryside where his father worked the hide for the noblemen of the Rhรดne Valley fortresses. But what he loved most was the sound of a leather strap as it connected with flesh. The deafening crack on unblemished skin brought his cock to instant attention. Then came the sight of that skin rapidly transforming from white to pink and finally to red. Mouthwatering. The trouble with vampires, however, was that the visual he so longed for never lasted more than a few seconds before their high-octane immune system healed the blemishes. Emma.
All hell breaks loose when the most powerful wizard of the East Coast puts his plans into action. Meanwhile, Jonas Deschamps tries to fight his attraction for the self-assured Emma Levefre, an aspiring Underdog fighter. When dark and painful secrets serve as a barrier between their irrefutable attraction, Emma decides enough is enough.
Unfortunately, their friends' imminent danger serves as yet another obstacle they must overcome.
Will they survive another night of bloody battle?
Will they even want to?
The fourth and last chapter in the Underdogs of the Arena series will tell you all.
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BLOOD WEIGHT #1
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STONE COLD #2
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WHITE FIRE #3
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Eva LeNoir grew up travelling with her parents to various countries in the world. Reading was her constant companion during her travels and her ability to adapt to different cultures fed her mind with endless possibilities. The characters swimming in her head are always from various horizons with a multitude of dreams and aspirations. However, all of these voices always have one thing in common: The women are strong and independent. A true believer in the female cause, Eva's wish is to portray the women in her books as the leaders. She sees them walking hand in hand with their partners and not be the sheepish followers of the male gender. But most of all, Eva LeNoir wants to offer her readers a moment of pleasure as they dive into the world of her mind's creation.
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