I am so excited to have the dynamic duo that is Heidi and Violetta stopping by the blog again today. It's always such a pleasure to have them. Today they have shared with us a hot little scene from their newest release The Druid Stone (a scene I really love) and they are also giving away a copy. Trust me, you want this book! Check out my review HERE
Hi Pants Off readers! We're Heidi Belleau and Violetta Vane, here to
share a steamy scene from our new book The Druid Stone, out today from
Carina Press. We're also giving away a free copy to one lucky
commenter, so read on!
The Druid Stone is the
story of Sean O'Hara, a young American who has inherited a terrible
family curse and travels to Ireland to have it lifted. The man for the
job is Cormac Kelly, druid-for-hire and prickly bastard. The two
quickly catch the attention of Finnbheara, king of the fairies... and
each other, in a hot-as-hell love/hate relationship.
Here's the blurb:
Sean never asked to be an O'Hara, and he
didn't ask to be cursed by one either.
After inheriting a hexed druid stone from his great-grandfather,
Sean starts reliving another man's torture and death...every single
night. And only one person can help.
Cormac Kelly runs a paranormal investigation business and doesn't
have time to deal with misinformed tourists like Sean. But Sean has
real magic in his pocket, and even though Cormac is a descendant of
legendary druids, he soon finds himself out of his depth...and not
because Sean's the first man he's felt anything for in a long time.
The pair develop an unexpected and intensely sexual bond, but are
threatened at every turn when Sean's case attracts the unwelcome
attention of the mad
sidhe
lords of ancient Ireland. When Sean and Cormac are thrust backward in
time to Ireland's violent history—and their own dark pasts—they must
work together to escape the curse and save their fragile relationship.
~~~
So are you looking forward to
The
Druid Stone? Have a thing for Irish mythology or maybe just
Irish accents? Buy the book now from
Carina
Press,
Amazon,
or
ARe,
or
add
it on Goodreads. Other retailers are listed on the book's website,
www.knockmanovel.com, which
also has links to the rest of the blog tour and chances to win copies.
You can also drop us a comment here for a
chance to win a free ebook copy!
And now, how about a sexy taste of the book? Things get heated for
Sean and Cormac after they walk through the Beltane fires...
~~~
"Hey, you think I can run a load in the laundry tonight? I'm getting
short on jeans. I thought these would last another day." He gestured to
the splatter across one thigh helplessly, trying on a shrug and
exasperated smile.
Charming,
that was the verdict. Cormac felt himself caught between two warring,
equally absurd, urges: the one to gather Sean into a headlock and take
his knuckles to the top of his head, and the other to bend him backward
over the kitchen counter and strip his jeans off then and there. He
rubbed at the top of his own thigh, reflexively mirroring Sean's
gesture.
He defaulted to the tried-and-true method of pulling Sean's leg.
"You're not allowed to wash your trousers on Beltane."
"You're fucking with me." He loved that little flash of uncertainty
in Sean's voice, the way that challenging statement seemed to teeter on
the precipice of having a question mark tacked to the end. He could get
a lot of mileage out of fucking with Sean. Or just fucking him.
"I am," Cormac said, and he tried not to show his teeth when he
smiled. Beltane's magic was working on him, getting under his skin,
making him hyperaware and predatory. He felt a little like the big bad
wolf. "Do you know how to run the thing?"
"Yeah, but I don't know where the detergent is," Sean said, no trace
of any of his earlier uncertainty. A quick recovery there.
"The hallway closet—here, I suppose it's on my way so I'll just show
you, so." He turned, pacing abruptly down the hall in a last-ditch
attempt to avoid looking at Sean any longer. Sean's throat. Sean's jaw.
Sean's mouth. Sean's narrow hips. It was already taking all the
willpower Cormac had to keep his hands off Sean, keep from exploring
every tempting inch of him.
Sean followed.
Cormac opened the door for him, gesturing to the shelves: detergent,
softener, dish soap, towels, silver polish, an empty carton of light
bulbs, all the detritus of home maintenance. He turned.
Sean stood there, just
stood
there, right in Cormac's personal space, looking like he was lost,
scarcely breathing but smiling faintly. Cormac felt like there was a
magnet in his chest, vibrating electric, and Sean was being drawn to
it, too subtly for an outsider to notice maybe, but Cormac could sense
it, the way Sean's body leaned imperceptibly forward. Maybe Beltane was
working on him too. His eyes were dark, huge, pupils reflecting the
single light that did its piss-poor job illuminating the narrow hallway.
Maybe, maybe—he was caught
in a surge of possibilities, the most appealing one being that if he
had Sean tonight, just got it over with, got it out of his system, this
unnameable thing would go away, let go, leave him free to do his work
without the weirdly protective fussing or overlong stares. And God, he
was hard just from that, just the sight of Sean, just the
thought of finally giving himself
permission. Yes, it made sense.
All he had to do was take half a step forward.
He cupped Sean's shoulders, shoving him back against the wall, hard,
because he couldn't afford the risk of making this slow or sweet. Sean
never stopped looking in his eyes, an intense not-quite-bewildered
stare, not even when Cormac pressed up against him close, pinning him
with hands and chest and hips.
The muscles of his body were tense under Cormac's hands, not
necessarily uncomfortable or nervous, more like...waiting for
something. Waiting for Cormac, maybe, to show him what to do, invite
him in, barrel him over and
take
him, maybe. Cormac felt a matching tension in his own body, taut as a
bowstring waiting to release. He realized he was panting,
aggressive—desperate, even. And the only relief was to press his hips
forward, grind himself against Sean, feeling the heat of his body even
through the stiff fabric, wanting to know if he was hard too, aching
like Cormac was...
The smell of wood smoke was intoxicating.
"Tell me to stop," he growled into the hollow of Sean's throat,
tasting the smoke, and he didn't know whether he was daring Sean or
begging him.
~~~
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