Since I first wrote this novella a year ago, it’s gone through many revisions. Thanks to countless workshops and critique partners with the patience of saints, it’s a much better story now. I hope this excerpt will . . . ruffle your feathers.
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Samuel’s sigh made the curtains flutter. “Don’t push me, Delaney. I’m right on the fucking edge. Do. Not. Push. Me.”
Delaney couldn’t help it; not really. She was pissed off, for one thing, and tired of men assuming she was theirs to control. She was also female and human – and, as any human parent could attest – her species had an instinct for mischief that sometimes overruled caution and common sense.
The forefinger of her right hand sprang out of its own volition, and Delaney’s feet glided the few steps that brought them nose to nose. Well, more like nose to chest, but still . . .
Her finger inched forward until a sliver of air was all that separated it from Samuel’s rippled abs. She tilted her head back and looked him right in the eye, unable to control the imp that curved her lips into a seductive smile.
The naughty finger jabbed forward, just the one time, and poked him in the chest.
Her lips were still pursed around the word when Samuel tossed her over his shoulder effortlessly, bellowing a primitive roar legions of warriors must have heard in the seconds before they fell. Delaney was too stunned to protest, and wasn’t sure she wanted to.
“Enough!” Like a battle cry, the word split the air. From her upside-down view, Delaney saw Samson and Delilah freeze over their food dishes for a split second before vanishing under the old-fashioned sofa. Smart cats.
The room spun dizzily as Samuel charged toward her bedroom and, before Delaney’s stomach could settle, she was unceremoniously dumped on her bed.
“Remove your clothes!”
“Not bloody likely!” If he thought yelling was going to make her do anything, he had another think coming –
Before Delaney could complete the thought, she was naked again. Samuel hadn’t so much as touched her, and her clothes were gone. Neat trick, but now he’d gone too far.
“Spread for me, Delaney.”
“I don’t think so.” She crossed her legs and locked her bare ankles together, determined to ignore the seductive glint in his eyes.
The air shimmered and Delaney was spread-eagled on her back, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts by something soft and silky. She tugged. And freaking strong.
“You, you . . .” she spluttered. “Damn you, Samuel!”
He leaned over and placed a reverent kiss on her jeweled navel.
Delaney shivered. No catering to her fears this time. Samuel stood, naked and proud, his wings fully open. He looked more like a god than an angel, and her blood began to thrum through her veins. Oh, she wanted him all right, in every way she could have him.
But she would not let him win.