Teaser Tuesday - Crystal Tide

Happy Teaser Tuesday! I realize I've been MIA from the blog this past week and I'm sorry about that. I've been working on Odile, getting some edits and rewrites put in place. So, to make up for lost time, here is a full, juicy excerpt from Crystal Tide, Tides of Atlantis. Enjoy! And if you haven't picked up your copy of book 2 in the Tides of Atlantis series, head over to Amazon today!

“I wondered when you would turn up again,” he said, his smile turning lusty and oh so inviting.
It was a crazy thing, she’d been looking at this face just a short time ago but instead of Xieran’s frightening intensity, the king’s expression was all play – all charm and sex. One thing that was the same though was the effect his touch had on her. His hand on her arm sent shockwaves all through her body.
She tried to pull back out of his grasp but he shook his head slowly at her. The movement caused one of those sweat dampened strands of hair to fall in close to his eye. It made him seem like some kind of feral beast. Her intake of breath at the sight hit the inside of her chest and her pulse picked up. Sexy. That was the only word her brain could come up with. The king was terrifyingly sexy.
Fighting to get her bearings, she straightened against his hold but his smile widened over his teeth even as he pulled her to him.
“Not this time me amma,” he said.
Then, suddenly, his hands grasped her waist and he threw her up over his shoulder. It happened so fast that she didn’t even have time to yelp.
With the world turned upside down, Kay’s full view was taken up with satiny golden skin stretched across the muscled expanse of Amphere’s lower back. Helpless, all she could do was stare at it. Finally, the indignity of being bottoms up over a man’s shoulder possessed her as her head bobbed along with the king’s heavy stride just above his incredible ass.
“Put me down!” She cried out, planting her palms firmly into the divots on either side of his spine just above the low riding leather belt that held up the man- skirt thing he was wearing. She pushed to bring her head up and her fingers sank into the prime flesh of his butt.
He stopped walking so abruptly that her hands slipped and she thumped against him. His muscles hardened under her hands. As frightening as it should have been to be immersed in a fantasy to the point of physical awareness, the feel of his body had her painfully aroused. She squirmed involuntarily against the wetness developing between her legs. Was that even possible in a dream?
Kay barely had time to ponder her body’s reactions though before Amphere’s hand slid up the back of her thigh under her skirt.
“Rude little slave girl,” he rumbled, his voice filled with humor and other things. “I remember promising to teach you manners the last time you were in my presence.”
His hand travelled further up the underside of her leg. Callused skin raked against her tender flesh. Warm and rough, the conflicting textures of his palm were decadent like salt on sweet. She wriggled again and he squeezed.
Gasping, Kay pushed up till her arms were straight and she was arched away from his back. Should any of this feel so real?
“S-stop,” she stuttered out in protest.
“Still, little one,” he commanded and she froze. “Placing hands on the King of Am, a Son of Poseidon,” she felt him shake his head then he tsked, “that’s a punishable offense.”
“That’s not fair,” Kay huffed out, flopping back down against him.
“No?” He asked but didn’t wait for any kind of an answer. “Well then, in all fairness…”
His hand travelled the rest of the way up to just underneath her bottom cheek, his long fingers wrapping around the very top of her thigh. They dipped inward, seeking. He probed beyond her slick entrance to find the over-sensitized nub just past it. His finger circled. He pressed.
Whoa! Now that was just too…
“Ahh.”
Kay whimpered, trying to pull away from his hand but the gravity of her position made it impossible. Her moving only served to push her mound into him more firmly which was what her body wanted anyway. A sense of propriety should keep from her from sliding into a full blown dream-gasm shouldn’t it? She tried to reason that out but then he rubbed again and her whimper turned into a moan. Perhaps not.
She was suddenly totally cool with surrendering all self awareness and giving herself up to the fantasy.

Crystal Tide