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Dominus: God of Yule
Book 1 of the Sons of Herne series
Available on digital booksellers July 2016*
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Loving Lorayna could cost him his sacred power...
Dominus, god of the sabbat, should never have
had to spend half the year nurturing the latest light bearer himself. Now,
months of visiting Lorayna in secret, present only as a whisper, has sparked a
yearning inside of him that he cannot shake.
Lorayna is drawn to a presence she’s unable to
resist. When she discovers her “holiday spirit” is in fact a mouthwateringly
sexy god, she’s ready for whatever sabbat ritual he chooses. To her
disappointment, his intentions are strictly hands-off.
When something goes wrong, however, Dominus is
forced to break the rules and give into his urges before the Yule power
consumes her. The ripples of their passion will alter many sabbat unions to
come—and Dominus must defy his father, Herne, to follow his desires and prove
to Lorayna that she was not merely another light bearer.
Excerpt:
Dominus thought of his last visit to Lorayna,
how he had stood at her bedside, whispering ancient secrets while her hair
spilled across her pillow and her round curves beckoned. His male need flared
into a sharp ache at her beauty, and how he longed to plunge his fingers
through that silken hair, run his tongue over every sultry dip and swell on her
body. He never touched her. He could not. He had stayed overlong on that visit,
for he knew the time had come—a time he both longed for and resented. The time
when his visits to her, unwanted though they had begun, would be at an end. A
lump in his stomach punctuated the thought.
A figure passed by the sheer curtain drawn
halfway across the front window, and his pulse quickened.
Lorayna.
He heard the name dance through his thoughts,
and try though he might, he could not wave it away. He typically preferred not
to know the names of the women whose light he released. There was little point
in it, for he would not see nor know anything of the females once his mission
was complete. For their part, the women would know nothing of him, either. The
majority of humans were blissfully unaware that their world sat tightly against
a realm of immortals and magic, nor did they care to know just how much their
gods were still at work to this day, walking the woods, tending to fields and
lusty lasses, and generally keeping the balance of their worlds at peace.
Laughter rose to his ears, and he drew back
instinctively behind the cover of trees. Humans would not see him while he wore
the veil charm, rare few, anyway, but best not to chance it. The door to the
cottage opened, and several people spilled out, happy and carefree and followed
by a waft of alcohol that was apparent to his keen, supernatural senses. Then
there she was, Lorayna, standing in the doorway with a wide smile that
tightened Dominus’s chest. She wore a pure white sweater, oversized and yet
clinging to her ripe figure, and while she chatted to her departing guests, she
tucked a silken strand of dark brown hair behind one ear. Blue and silver bells
tinkled on her earrings, jingling as she nodded and laughed. Her lips, painted
pink and glossy, caught his eye, and he found himself staring at how they
puckered and released with every syllable she spoke. Long, well-manicured nails
had been painted to match.
His cock throbbed in earnest, already impatient
with the guests who were lingering far too long at the threshold for his
tastes. He was eager for their time together, yearning to see his months of
attention to her physical and emotional well-being come to fruition.
One of the males leaned close to kiss Lorayna on
the lips, and a swell of unpleasant heat rose in Dominus’s stomach. She was not
his to own, of course, and he had no cause for jealousy. She would no doubt
sleep with other men in the future, probably many others. But she had kept herself
pure since May Day, because she knew deep in her subconscious that she was
fated for no other until Dominus helped her birth the shining light he saw
inside her even now. The sun’s energy pulsed from within, a bright, glowing
force like a singular joy that was at the apex of its power. He alone would
bring back that light, coaxing it from her in an explosion of climax. She would
feel exquisite pleasure as she returned that energy to the universe, followed
by a temporary sense of loss. She would move forward, however, unaware of her
crucial role in the wheel’s turn of the coming year.
The overly attentive male turned to a man beside
him and laid a suggestive kiss on him, complete with a sweep of the tongue
while squeezing his ass. Dominus relaxed his fists. So, the male had other
inclinations. Good.
“Try not to be a stranger,” the other male said
with a flourish. “Make a New Year’s resolution to come out into the world more
than once a month.”
“It’s not New Year’s yet,” she said.
“Before you know it.”
“I just can’t believe it’s already over,”
Dominus heard Lorayna saying to the two men who were now holding hands. “I’ve
felt such a holiday spirit this Yule.”
She glanced over the man’s shoulder, looking
straight at Dominus while those perfect nails raked strands of her hair smooth.
“Of course. It just feels like it tonight, is all.”
He held her gaze, fully aware that she did not
truly see him. At most, perhaps, she was aware of a by now familiar presence.
As her dark eyes penetrated him, however, he began to wonder.
About the Sons of Herne series:
The god Herne has appointed eight of his most
virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their
sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance
between worlds.
The Fates have conspired to grant the gods one thing they lack--a true union of
male and female that will last beyond the fleeting passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own
yearnings, a struggle that will not only challenge their beliefs, but may
threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and
immortal worlds collide in chaos.
About the Author:
J. Rose Allister has penned over twenty-five
novels and numerous short stories from her home in Southern California,
including ten publisher bestsellers. She is a TV and movie buff, enjoys the
bittersweet discord between obsessing over chocolate while striving for the
benefits of a fresh, organically-influenced diet, and is a firm believer that
daydreaming, people watching, and yes, chocolate are the greatest fuel for the
writing imagination. That and coffee. Or coffee with chocolate stirred into it.
She has more books in her to-be-read pile than she can ever hope to find time
to sit and enjoy, but this never stops her from adding more.
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