Where are the flowers when you need them?

February is kicking my butt. I could do with Valentine’s Day NOW. Today. Yesterday. What? It’s still two days away? It’s been crazy. Work, kids, colds, weather, a dog that’s turned into a little psychotic chewing tornado and to top it all off, I got a phone call asking if I wanted to coach soccer. (If you knew me, you’d be joining me rolling on the floor laughing…) Anyway, back to the kisses. I thought that for today, I’d post the last kiss I’ve written (I’m still looking for the first kiss I wrote - having to do some hunting on that).

For those who are keeping up with the Ilyrian series, here’s a quick excerpt (unofficial and unfinalized version) of that kiss from Connyn’s story. Hope you enjoy!

By the time he stopped, she had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. Propping her hands on her hips, she returned his glare and held her ground. If he wanted a fight, she sure as hell could accommodate him. All she had to do was funnel all this sexual tension he kept stirring up in her and focus it into an angry confrontation. Something she was well able to do. She’d had lots of practice on focusing thanks to the unique abilities passed down through her mother’s bloodline.

Connyn was so close, she could feel the heat from his body. The temptation to lean into it was strong and her thoughts took a quick little side trip imagining running her hands over his broad chest and pressing her breasts against that wall of solid muscle.

For a moment, she thought he was just going to try and stare her down. Braced for some form of assault, she was totally unprepared when he reached up and brushed his fingertips down her cheek. Shocked by his action, she flinched back away from his touch. He frowned and slid his hand around the back of her neck, holding her gently but firmly. The staring contest ended when his gaze roamed over her face and his thumb gently stroked the side of her face.

“Aurora.”

The way he said her name, a deep rumbling like a whispered roar that made her feel both protected and vulnerable at the same time. A very unnerving sensation.

All thought flew out of her mind as Connyn’s mouth settled over hers in a kiss that sent electric heat zinging through her body, riding currents of lust that converged between her legs with a desire so strong she wondered if he hadn’t drugged her at some point. His mouth moved over hers and her knees threatened to give out. In a reflexive attempt to keep upright, her fingers dug into his leather coat. Until now, she hadn’t even realized she’d been hanging on to him.

His hand moved up her back, holding and supporting her as his tongue slowly but lightly traced the line between her closed lips. It was a gentle, sensual caress that sent a full-body shiver through her.

Finger cramps

Been writing today! Yay! Progress! Working on Connyn’s story - the next book in the Ilyrian Destiny series. He was introduced in Brooke’s Sanctuary, and if you haven’t met him, let’s just say he isn’t the most laid back and well-liked of the cousins. Not that he cares what they think. He has “issues” with the gods, the Elders and Prophets, his cousins-hell, with just about everybody.

Heir to the Third House, Connyn had never fully accepted the fact that Rordyc had been matched to a Mystic before him. With five Houses needing sons with Mystic blood to fulfill the prophecy, and only four full-blooded Mystic daughters known, the friction that had always underscored Connyn’s relationships with his “matched” cousins was increasing. Especially now that the women were finally being located.

Connyn held a special antagonism toward Rordyc, since he believed that, being older, he should have been given preference in the Matching Ritual. Rordyc had never completely trusted his cousin, even before he had discovered him researching how to negate a Guardian spell.

Oh yeah. Connyn doesn’t mind stirring things up to get what he wants. Question is, will he want what he gets?

Myrra’s Choice - Ilyrian Destiny

Yay! The third book in the series finally released yesterday! I’m very excited! I just got the cover a couple of days ago and wow! I love it!

 

Ilyrian Destiny - Myrra’s Choice By Eve Jameson
Part of the Ilyrian Destiny series.

After being attacked and left for dead on the side of a mountain, Myrra Lansyr isn’t worried about waking up naked, being tied to a bed or stranded with a stranger seeking vengeance for his murdered brother. Far more frightening and unacceptable are the deep, unrestrained desires Brett Canon looses within her every time they touch.Again and again he pushes her to her limits and past them — sexually and emotionally — and still demands more. Years before, she chose duty to country over personal feelings, but for the first time in her life, the obligation of her position as Captain of an Ilyrian royal guard is challenged by a longing for more. And Brett will do whatever it takes to keep her safe in his arms and present in his life.

You can find an excerpt here at Ellora’s Cave. I hope you enjoy!

Eve