"wonderfully naughty" - Reading the Paranormal
The final instalment in the paranormal erotic trilogy set in the Lake District.
Using powerful sex magic, revenge-obsessed Kennet Lucian makes a deal with the lusty fire demon, Lucia, to help him end Deacon’s reign of terror. Having her own reasons for hating the demon Deacon, Lucia agrees to help…for a price. Their bargain leads Kennet to a sexy encounter on the Lakeland fells with Tara Stone, head of the Elemental Coven. Tara’s a powerful witch, with her own staggering hatred for Deacon. The attraction between Tara and Kennet is magnetic and the sex combustible, just as Lucia suspected it would be. Lucia plans to use their lust for each other to bring about Deacon’s downfall. But as lust gives way to feelings Lucia hadn’t bargained for, the path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him for ever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
|Publisher:||Accent Press, Ltd.|
|Product dimensions:||5.10(w) x 7.70(h) x 0.70(d)|
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Kennet ignored the pain, and it was strangely easy to do being as close to death as he was. There was little left to lose. It took all of his concentration to form the spell in his head. It might not even work, but at this stage it was all he had – that and the burning fire of helpless rage that kept him safe from his losses, kept him at arm’s length from the grief until he could make contact or until he died. Whichever came first.
With a last push, his whole body tingled, and pain shot up his spine. Surely this was death. But consciousness remained in his broken flesh. He had managed to partition himself off from the pain and the drugs. This was too important. This was his only hope. Hope was a word that tasted bitter in his mouth. He meant revenge, didn’t he? Surely there was no hope left. It had gone out of the world with Patrice and Annie. One last push, one last sting of pain, and he was there in the cave. He was naked, but he felt neither the cold nor the stones that should have been cutting his feet. Back in the hospital, would they think him only dreaming, or would he have slipped into a coma for his efforts? Made no difference.
The descent began gradually, then steepened until he had to lean back to keep from falling, but he imagined that was only necessary because he was still thinking in physical terms. Physical terms. If he were to survive this, he would be thinking in terms of physical pain once he returned to his body and probably more pain than he had ever experienced before. And the physical – well, that was really nothing compared to the rest of it. He kept moving downward for ever, it seemed, but he knew time passed differently in the Dream World, if that’s where he was at. It certainly wasn’t the Ether.
He saw the glow of her long before he reached the bottom of the shaft, and he wondered what guise she would take. The light danced like fire on the walls of the cave and was refracted off faceted crystals, like the inside of a geode, he thought. But he barely had time to think before he saw her, and he was relieved that she had taken human form. There were other forms she could have taken, other forms that he might not have found so easy to look upon. She stood with her back to him, and even so, he felt her presence through every cell of his body, both cold and hot, expansive and contractive, not pain as he knew it, but a force that made him feel like his own weight was suddenly collapsing in on itself like a dying star, too much to bear. Too much to bear.
And then she turned to face him and he knew he wouldn’t survive. How could he possibly survive her? She eyed him for a long time, way too long for comfort. Even naked as he was, he felt exposed, as though she had peeled back his flesh and looked into the very heart of him, the very soul of him that now felt dark and fractured like an empty river bed. He couldn’t look at her face. He desperately wanted to, for some unexplainable reason, but he couldn’t lift his eyes from her beautiful feet. Botticelli toes, he thought. Such a stupid thing to think at a time like this. Aphrodite on a half-shell she wasn’t. The dry heat of fire should have burned him to a cinder where he knelt. And he was kneeling, though he couldn’t remember when he’d taken the position of obeisance.
She moved around him in a tight circle, so close that he was certain the heat of her would burn the skin from his body, so bright that afterimages of her danced behind his eyes when he closed them, and he had to close them. She ran a hand along the top of his shoulders to the nape of his neck and stood behind him, so close that he could feel her breath, warm and sweet against his ear. It was sweeter than anything life had ever offered him, her breath, her touch. And he was suddenly, embarrassingly erect.
She came to stand in front of him. He would have tried to cover himself but the weight of his arms was terrible. He could tell she was looking down on him, and the feeling of arousal suddenly intensified, flashed bright and settled low in his chest into a tight knot of fear. And yet he wanted, deeply, irrationally, needed her to touch him.
Then, she did the unthinkable. She curled a finger under his chin and lifted his head until he knew if he opened his eyes he would die from looking into her face.
When she spoke, it was as though he were glass shattering, falling into tiny pieces in the ecstasy of her voice. ‘We have met before, Kennet Birch. You had not grown so tall then. Adolescence is unpredictable, I am told.’ Her hand closed around his chin to a nearly painful grip. ‘Look at me, Kennet Birch. If you have come this far, then you will look me in the eye and tell me why you are here.’
Painfully aware of his vulnerability and his hard-on, he opened his eyes slowly and looked up at her. For a split second it was as though he were looking into the midday sun, but before he could shade his eyes, the light of her softened, dimmed, cooled. And the face he looked upon was achingly beautiful – young, slender, pale, with lips full and pink. Her hair hung in long golden ringlets around her shoulders and down over the robe she wore, which appeared like flames leaping to touch and caress her.
He groaned out loud as everything in him turned molten in the roil of fear and rage and helplessness all wrapped up in almost unbearable lust.
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As the final book in Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy, an exciting and sexy journey comes to an end in an action-packed story that races to an immensely satisfying conclusion. Tara Stone and her sexy coven are back for a final battle against the demon, Deacon, and will need all the power they can get to do so. The way they gain that power is through sex, featuring every kind of coupling possible. While these scenes are steamy they also reflect a sense of family and support for one another. And with a villain like Deacon they'll need all the help they can get as he's capable of entering other's dreams and twisting perceptions to weaken his adversaries. Tara and Kennet don't trust each other but can't deny their attraction. They're a powerful and compelling couple and I found myself fully immersed in their lives. They'll have to work through their issues as only together can they defeat Deacon. As the story deals with their distrust and lust, the action races to an all out war and a satisfying conclusion to this story and the entire series. I was sad this ended but look forward to what Ms. Grace has planned next.