The Satyr’s Curse
Alexandrea Weis
Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Publisher: World
Castle Publishing
ISBN: 1939865360
ASIN: B00D493ETI
Number of pages:
264
Word Count: 79,000
Book Description:
Gruesome murders
shock New Orleans. But Jazzmyn Livaudais is too busy running her restaurant to
pay attention to the sensational headlines. And when the charismatic Julian
Devereau enters Jazzmyn’s life, she becomes even more distracted by the
handsome stranger.
Seduced by Julian’s
charm, Jazzmyn is swept up in a passionate romance. Then she learns the
horrific truth about Julian and the murders. Cursed to an unending life where
no woman can satisfy his lust and no wine can quench his thirst, Julian needs
Jazzmyn’s love to free him from his torment.
But Jazzmyn is in
love with someone else. And Julian isn’t very happy about it. He vows to keep
on killing until Jazzmyn submits to his will. For Jazzmyn Livaudais the
nightmare is just beginning.
Excerpt:
Julian
put his glass of wine down on the table. “Maybe it is time for a change of
tactics.”
Jazzmyn
cringed as he came up to her side. “I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”
He
moved closer to her and placed his hands about her waist. “I like you this
way.”
She
ran her hand up his thick chest. “What way?”
“Challenging,”
he replied as he enfolded her in his arms.
“Some
men might call it obstinate.” She slid her arms about his neck.
“Not
me,” he admitted, holding her close.
Julian
began swaying to the steady drumbeat of a strange melody drifting down from the
balcony above.
Jazzmyn
moved along with him, easing her body side to side in time with the hypnotic
rhythm. The small garden echoed with the sound of flutes, cymbals, and a
seductive drumbeat.
“What
is this?” she asked while gazing up at the balcony where the tune was emanating
from.
“Very
old music, almost ancient. Fascinating, isn’t it?” He dipped his mouth closer
to her ear. “Close your eyes and let the music in, Jazzmyn. Just give in to
it.”
The
heat rising from his skin permeated through her thin dress while his enticing
scent tantalized her. His arms felt strong and sure about her as his hips
gyrated suggestively against her body. She closed her eyes and lost herself in
the dance as her longing for him began to build.
“You
smell like spring,” he whispered as his hands fervently roamed up and down her
back.
Jazzmyn’s
body heaved with pleasure as she pressed against him. She fought to control the
desperate surge of desire that was taking over her rational mind. Her thoughts
became obscured with images of the two of them, naked and holding on to each
other in the darkness. The ache from her loins was so intense that she almost
moaned against his chest. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as she imagined him
moving inside her. It was as if the nearness of him set off some kind of
chemical reaction in her body. It was an all-consuming lust for him, a want
like she had never known. Sure, she had experienced passion with a few men, but
no man had ever evoked such desperate need in her. Unexpectedly, an image of
Kyle, making love to her in front of her living room fireplace, stunned her out
of her trance. She suddenly pulled back from Julian, feeling like a frightened doe,
running for her life in the woods.
“What
is it?” he asked, noting the change in her.
She
shook her head. “Maybe I had too much wine. I just felt dizzy for a moment.”
He
placed his arm about her shoulders. “Come and sit down.” He escorted her to the
table and pulled out a chair for her. “Here.” He reached for her water goblet.
“Drink this, it will help steady you.”
She
took the glass and gladly sipped a few deep gulps of the cool water. The fire
in her belly cooled and her head immediately cleared.
Julian
kneeled beside her chair and worriedly examined her face. After she put the
glass down on the table, she finally turned to him.
“I
don’t know if it was the wine or the dancing, but I just had the most unusual
feeling.”
“What
kind of feeling?”
“An intense
feeling of….” She rubbed her fingers back and forth over her forehead. “I don’t
know how to describe it.”
“You
were thinking about us…about how we would be together,” he murmured in a sultry
voice.
Jazzmyn
stared at him in disbelief. “How can you possibly know what I was thinking?”
His
slowly smiled. “I can feel your thoughts.”
She
sat back in her chair, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I must come across as a
timid schoolgirl, but I guess I’m just a little overwhelmed by you.”
“You
are hardly a timid schoolgirl.” He held out his hand to her and Jazzmyn took
it. He pulled her from the chair and wrapped her in his arms. “You’re a woman
with desires and needs. And I am a man.” He lowered his face to hers. “A man
who desperately needs you, Jazzmyn.”
About the Author:
Alexandrea Weis is
an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans.
Her first novel, To My Senses, introduced readers to the world of
Nicci Beauvoir and garnered numerous awards and rave reviews. Her
popular second Nicci Beauvoir novel, Recovery, won the Gold Medal for
best romantic suspense from The Reader’s Favorite Book Awards 2011, and was
named best Romantic Suspense novel by the Spring 2011 NABE Pinnacle Book
Awards.
Her fourth novel, Broken
Wings, won best Contemporary Romance by the NABE Pinnacle Book Awards in
2012, was a Silver Medal winner in the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year
Awards for Romance, as well as a finalist in the USA Book Awards for Romance in
2012, and a finalist in the Reader’s Favorite Book Awards for Contemporary
Romance for 2012.
Diary of a One-Night Stand, was released in
August 2012 and was named a Paranormal Romance Guild’s Best Reviewed of
2012. Her last novel, Acadian Waltz was a Readers’ Favorite Book Awards
finalist for Best Contemporary Romance and Best Southern Fiction.
A permitted
wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues
orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New
Orleans.
Images provided by Bewitching Book Tours.
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