Book #2 in the Immortal Hungers Series.
A m/f/m category-length menage.
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When Soren and Donar escape their hellish prison, their memories are erased and an evil taint threatens to consume all the goodness inside them. They both find solace in the same woman, a healer who has lost faith in her powers, and the respect of her people. As the men spend time with her, their personalities change, and each takes on certain characteristics of the monsters inside of them. They try to resist but when the healer’s life is threatened, their darkness entwines with their human side, transforming them both into sexually charged beings who crave much more than a healer’s soothing touch.
Tara knows that she should be wary of the darkness inside Donar and Soren, but she is fascinated. She craves their erotic interludes, only feeling complete when surrounded by both men and monsters. She wants to help them both control their inner darkness but can only offer peace to one, dooming the other for a life of torment. Which should she choose to save? With each erotic encounter, it becomes more and more difficult for Tara to decide…
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What Reviewers Are Saying…
“Hot and realistic sex scenes, good story line, excellent tension and characters you can fall for, this book is a great sexy paranormal read with some fun BDSM elements.” ~ Erzabet’s 4.5 out of 5 review from Erzabet Enchants
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“I have to call a cab,” Tara called over her shoulder at the men. A cab could take them far away from the city and give her time to think.
That voice… It rumbled like thunder. The command caused her skin to heat and desire to spark in her lower abdomen.
Tara turned around. “What do you mean?” The alley was still the hazy gray of early morning and both men’s faces were cast in shadow of the awning.
“We need to be fed first,” Donar said from the shadows.
“Feed? What are you talking about?”
“What we had in the hotel room was only a taste,” Soren said.
“We crave and need to be fulfilled,” Donar added. Their voices sounded like sandpaper had rubbed over their vocal chords. She knew the signs. The deahmans were in control once more. It was probably from all of the fighting. Deahmans loved violence almost as much as they loved lust. They needed a healthy dose of both to remain alive. While sex often made them relaxed and amiable, violence made them more alert, stronger.
Tara took a hesitant step forward. “Are you two okay?”
Silence. Where did they go? Tara took another step forward, then another. Soon she was in the middle of the alley. It was early dawn, and the light from the streetlamp didn’t reach here. She could see most of the alley quite well, but there were many places for people to hide. They could be behind the dumpster, next to the crates or under the large awning on the side of the abandoned restaurant. There were so many shadows.
Why were the men hiding? She wished that she could see them and determine for herself that they were all right.
Then the air shifted and Tara felt a chill against her skin. The men came out of nowhere and surrounded her. She could smell their scents, feel the heat from their bodies. They stared at her with those crimson eyes, their faces etched with creases. It was almost as if they were concentrating hard on something.
“What are you doing?”
They circled her like predators stalking prey. “Our deahmans have not been appeased in a long time and they crave something sweet,” Donar said.
“Something delectable,” Soren said.
“We want to finish what we started, Tara.” Donar’s gaze flicked down to her mouth.
“Yes,” Soren inched closer, forcing her to step farther back in to the alley.
“What the—” Tara backed into the wall of the abandoned restaurant. A quick glance confirmed that anyone passing by on the street wouldn’t be able to see her. The awning above her hung too low and the stack of crates blocked her body from view.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing to feed,” Soren said.
“Are you crazy? This restaurant is abandoned. There’s no food here.”
“We don’t need food.” Soren dragged his gaze over her body and moistened his lips.
“But you said—”
“Food will not satisfy our hunger,” Donar said.
“Only you,” Soren added.
Tara pressed her back against the wall of the restaurant. She was scared, but also a little aroused. The men’s faces weren’t angry, nor did they seem intent on causing her harm.
“We can’t stay here,” she said.
“We killed three deahmans,” Soren said.
“But who knows how many more are after us?”
Donar leaned forward until his lips hovered above her own. “Don’t worry Tara. We won’t let another deahman touch you.”
Soren eased in closer from the other side. “We want to have you all to ourselves.”
Heat slid around her body as Tara looked from one man to the other. These two weren’t Donar and Soren, these were their deahmans. As deahmans, they were unpredictable. Tara thrived on spontaneity and adventure, and what these two offered her was tempting. She had her mission, however. She had to bring these two safely to Darien so that they could extract information.
Safe. It would be tough to keep them safe if their deahmans were in control. Maybe it was best to allow them some time to regain control of their darkness before they moved on. Besides, everyone was busy at the hotel. Surely a minute or two wouldn’t matter…
“Who are you?” she asked. If she could learn more about the twins’ deahmans, then perhaps she could figure out a way for them to gain permanent control over them.
Donar leaned back and smiled, drawing her attention to his blood-red lips. “We are your greatest pleasure.”
“And your worst nightmare.” Soren’s eyes brightened as he bent over her neck.