One Powerful Addiction, Book #1
Meet Daniel Webb. Daniel is your fairly average twenty-something year-old living in the middle-of-nowhere town that is Stone Hills, Arkansas. Except for the fact that, Sarelia, an elder spirit of the Lower World, gifted him with supernatural powers beyond his wildest imaginings only a few months ago. Some people would have been grateful. Others would have simply been in denial.
But all Daniel feels is resentment, because honestly, his life is kinda sucking in the moment. Not only is he having to deal with a messy breakup and crashing on his brother Mark's couch, but now he's also pretty sure someone is following him around town.
But when Daniel bumps into the sexy Alyssa Vega at The Pub and ends up going home with her for some no-strings-attached fun, something finally seems to be going right. Alyssa is just the spot of normalcy Daniel needs in his freak show of a life.
Until his sexy one night stand turns out to be more than what she seems.
So much for normalcy.
ExcerptThe young woman gave a shudder of ecstasy and fell away from the shimmering form of the other. Exhausted from their furious lovemaking, she laid in the grass for several long minutes before she finally whispered, “Thank you, Mistress.”
When the elder spirit smiled, the expression was filled with heat and yet lacking in warmth. Moving to kneel beside the girl, she brushed a few sweat-soaked strands of hair from her face.
“My dear, I have a favor to ask of you.”
Without hesitation, the young woman nodded and pushed herself to a sitting position. “Ask it. I would do anything for you.”
Sarelia beamed, reveling in the girl's obedience, and she drew her in for another kiss, for another taste of the power the girl so loved and craved. Pulling away ever-so-slightly, the elder spirit breathed against the other's warm mouth and whispered, “I need you to keep a close eye on someone for me, dear.” Sarelia's tongue flicked out to lick along the curve of the girl's parted lips, tasting of her own sweet juices still lingering there. “A man.”
The girl shuddered once more in the elder spirit's grasp and her lips parted further, welcoming in the possessive plunge of Sarelia's tongue. “Who?”
“Daniel,” the elder spirit softly purred. They fell into each other once again, fingers busy against each other's bodies as they raced towards equally desperate climaxes. “Daniel Webb.”