Lust Eternal by Sabrina YorkFor thousands of years, Keeshan has waited. A curse put him in the lamp, damning him to an eternity of pleasing the women who find it. Each time, the women enter the lamp, ensnared in a web of lust and love. And each time, just as he grows to care, the women leave.But Aimalee is different somehow. With her, Keeshan’s desire knows no bounds—he needs to be with her, inside her, every second she’s there, like an addict who just can’t get enough. Eventually she’ll leave just like the others but until then, Keeshan plans to indulge her every sinful urge. And maybe, just maybe, she’s the key to breaking the curse.Inside Scoop: This paranormal romance features a plus-size heroine and a hero who worships her curves.A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
For thousands of years, Keeshan has waited. A curse put him in the lamp, damning him to an eternity of pleasing the women who find it. Each time, the women enter the lamp, ensnared in a web of lust and love. And each time, just as he grows to care, the women leave.
But Aimalee is different somehow. With her, Keeshan’s desire knows
no bounds—he needs to be with her, inside her, every second she’s there, like
an addict who just can’t get enough. Eventually she’ll leave just like the
others but until then, Keeshan plans to indulge her every sinful urge. And
maybe, just maybe, she’s the key to breaking the curse.
Inside Scoop: This paranormal romance features a
plus-size heroine and a hero who worships her curves.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An Excerpt From:
LUST ETERNAL
Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Aimalee picked up a
clipboard and pretended to scan the sheet on top. “I have to get back to work.
Did you want anything else?”
“There was one other
thing. Carter asked if you could, you know, not come tonight.”
“Not come tonight?”
Aimalee whirled around and gaped at Sorcha. She’d been working on this display
for months, utterly devoted to this project for years. She’d been so looking
forward to showing off her work, presenting her findings. She’d even bought a
new dress for heaven’s sake.
That happened, maybe,
once a decade or so.
"It’s going to be quite a
crush. All the big benefactors will be there. And you are…” Sorcha made a
scornful little flourish with slender fingers. Her expression said it all—mousy. Aimalee knew it to be true. She
knew what she was. But having Sorcha point it out rankled.
“This is my display.”
“Sure. Do what you need
to set it up but then make yourself scarce. Be out of there by seven. ’Kay?” Sorcha pinned on a dazzling smile. “I told him you’d understand.”
With that she spun on her
Jimmy Choos and waltzed from the room, elegantly swinging between boxes and
crates and piles of books, leaving Aimalee sitting at her worktable, reeling
with shock and repressed rage.
Make yourself scarce.
The mandate of her entire
existence.
The fuck she wasn’t
coming tonight. She’d worked far too long, far too hard on her dissertation, on
this presentation, to simply fade into the background now when it was all
coming to fruition. This was her baby. Oh, she’d be there. Come hell or high
water.
Without thinking, without
redonning her protective gloves—a monumental no-no in the museum world—Aimalee
picked up the lamp and a cleaning cloth and began to polish her treasure. A
deep sense of satisfaction and pleasure spiked through her, assuaging her
annoyance.
Okay, so her love life
was more than a little disappointing and frustrating. And yes, her professional
prospects were limited but at least she loved her work. Really loved her work…
She renewed her
invigorated scrubbing on that one smudge that just wouldn’t wipe away.
Imagine the gall. Asking
her to miss the night of her life so Sorcha could stand in the limelight at
Carter’s side and reap the rewards.
Aimalee rubbed harder and
faster, fury rising like a chained beast in her belly. A red tide descended,
blurring her vision. Everything beyond the lamp faded. The world beyond her
passion, her work, dissolved.
She’d had enough of this.
Enough hiding her
relationship.
Enough elicit, hurried
trysts.
Enough secrets.
Enough—
Her movements slowed as a
strange sensation crawled down her spine from her neck to her solar plexus. It
pooled in her womb. Her fingers and toes began to tingle. Throb. Prickles of
excitement and anticipation skittered over her skin. Her body warmed, softened,
dampened.
Her hand flew to her nape
where gentle tendrils caressed her—like a lover’s whisper. The tingling
increased and contracted and wafted inward to settle just below her pounding
heart. Her essence condensed, coalesced, as light as smoke, wafting and
roiling. A strange sense of unreality, of disengagement, overcame her. She
closed her eyes and the dizzy sensation increased. She tried to open them again
but couldn’t. She twisted, curled, floated in the ether. A great whooshing
sensation rocked her consciousness, sucking her into a smaller and smaller
space. A dark place.
And then an eerie
silence, a supreme stillness, descended.
* * * * *
Slowly, she came to
herself. She glanced around in a befuddled daze and stilled. She was no longer
in her familiar workroom but in a lavish boudoir, a seraglio swathed in gauzy,
flowing drapes. Glowing braziers wreathed in aromatic smoke lit the room with a
dim, somnambulant light. The velvet cushions she reclined upon teased her
sensitive skin. With a start, she realized she was utterly naked. A shiver
coursed through her. What on earth had happened? Where was she?
But before she could work
it out, a billow of iridescent fog roiled before her. Aimalee stared,
transfixed as the cloud slowly coalesced into human form. A man.
A very large man.
She tipped back her head
and their gazes met, clashed. His eyes glowed with a scorching fervor. A bolt
of electricity shot through her.
His features were stark,
a savage beauty etched with a desperate hunger—high, striking cheekbones and
wide, sensuous lips. Dark hair curled gently about his face and neck. A sudden
desire to comb those silky skeins skittered through her.
Aimalee swallowed
heavily. Her avaricious attention trailed down across brown shoulders and
powerful arms. His chest was bare and broad and ridged. It rippled at the mere
touch of her gaze.
He stood, legs slightly
apart, bunching thighs taut as though he were about to spring forward but was
holding himself back with great effort. Strength, power and passion rolled off
him in waves.
But for metal cuffs about
his wrists and neck, he was naked.
Oh. And he was aroused.
Magnificently and tremendously aroused.
The sight of his jutting,
throbbing member made her heart clench. A strange heat pooled in her womb when
she noticed the pearlescent drop glistening at the tip of his cock.
He was, in a word, ready.
Then again, so was she.
And then he spoke—a deep,
mellifluous voice that resonated straight through to her soul.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Aimalee,” he said.
“I’ve been waiting for you a very long time.”
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