It’s one of my favorite days of the week here at the House of Taboo. I’m Luscious Lia Michaels, your naughty host and owner of this fine place of hedonistic pleasure. Today I’m thrilled to participate in author R.L. Kirk’s book blitz celebrating the release of the first book in their Blackwood Wolves series. This one focuses on Lily.
Did you catch that I said “their” instead of his or her? I did that on purpose my lovelies because R.L. Kirk is actually TWO authors rolled up in one. Here’s their bio…
R.L. Kirk is the brain child of two authors, working together to bring you urban fantasy novels with a kick.
It has been quite a journey to get here, trying to find the right ingredients. A little action here, a bit of flirting there, an intense storyline with characters you want to be with.
Male characters with bite and females not afraid to go that extra mile.
R. L. Kirk a progression. Full length novels are coming, bigger ideas with bigger worlds.
R, a man with a need to get his world in print. A Yorkshire man, an accent to die for. Loves to work and dream, bringing both together. Loves listening to music and watching Game of Thrones and obsesses with Heisenberg.
L, a woman with writing dreams and ambition. Loves her daughter. Loves to read until she falls asleep. Loves Disneyland and making jewelry. Loves swimming and second hand book shops.
Heading back up the stairs she came to her bedroom door. Bryn’s scent spilled out and seemed to beckon her. Lily came around the corner slowly, seeing him sitting on her bed.
His shirt off, his chest clawed up, dried blood caked his forehead and matted down his hair.
She leaned against the doorway and just took him in.
Tall dark and handsome, if Bryn Kemp was a word with a definition it would say that after his name. His bright eyes invaded your soul; his strong facial features made you want to kiss them to see if you could soften them. His bottom lip was busted.
Lily licked her own lips and wanted to kiss each wound better. Her wolf perked up and she felt a simper rise to her throat. The wolf was upset—she was upset. She was slowly coming to terms with the fact that her wolf and her were one and the same, the intensity of her emotions were all hers.
Bryn lifted his head and smiled at her, he rose to his feet quickly and then growled. Grabbing his side, he fell back onto her bed.
Lily rushed in and slid an arm around his back, helping him support his weight to get him to the bathroom. She had a full first aid kit in there it would be easier to get him sorted. “Come on you big bad wolf. Let’s get you all tended.”
“I need more than tending, I feel like shit warmed up. Sorry, but I do. I’ve never been in a fight like that Lily. I was scared I’d never open my eyes again.”
Bryn talking like that worried her. She’d never heard Wallace admit possible defeat. Not even in the face of her and a mate match. Lily eased him into her large bathroom. The huge tub was a few more feet into the huge space. The shower was behind a totally clear set of glass doors.
“Oh, come now. A big strong wolf like you afraid?” She leaned him against the sink counter. Her fingers brushed over his broken skin as instinct started to take over. Lily pressed her body against his. Her fingers glazed down over the wounds on his chest. “You weren’t really afraid were you? You’re strong—we are strong. We were born that way. The moon gives us that.”
Why am I fucking whispering—God he smells good even all beat up.
She leaned in and started to nuzzle against his chest. Lily didn’t even balk when her tongue flicked out of her mouth and started to roughly lap at the wounds on his chest. His blood and sweat exploded on her taste buds. She knew her saliva would heal his wounds faster. Yet, now she lapped at him because his taste was like a drug and she wanted more.
“I’m thirty years old Lily, Wallace is many times that. I was useless. Even he knew we were out gunned. But if you want to lick me, go right ahead, it will take my mind off tonight’s events.”
Lily slipped her hand up his chest. His pounding heart beat belied his calm tone of voice. Her wolf was getting amped and the heat was so close she was near to the fuck it and fuck me level of the moon cycle. She glanced up at him through her lashes, a smirk on her face as she flattened her tongue and ran it up one long, deep wound. “Oh, Bryn—do you not like my tender care?”
Who am I?
“I love your tender care, maybe we should care for each other.”
His words sent an electric pulse through her body. Lily gazed into his eyes. They glimmered, his wolf threatening to break free and dominate the situation. As independent as she was, Lily needed him to control her, take her, and consume her body and soul. Her fingers toyed with the hard flesh of his chest. She wanted him. There was no doubt about it. She just didn’t know why she wanted him this bad.
Right after she’d told herself life would be easier with Wallace. He’d told her she needed to find a mate, but this man in all his shirtless glory couldn’t be her mate. Not this quick—not so sudden.
Lily sucked in her breath when warm fingers caressed the flesh of her sides. A low vibrating sound echoed in the large space. Her gaze drifted to his face. Bryn’s eyes were glowing deep amber, his facial hair was growing out, his cheeks caving in, and she could swear that his features had elongated preparing for the shift. Her wolf rumbled to life and she sucked in a breath when his fingers tickled her sides as he fisted the hem of her shirt in his large, hot hands. She lifted her arms on auto response and he quickly removed her top. She now only donned her red lacy bra. Her breasts were at risk of spilling out. She wore it a cup size smaller, so it would push her creamy mounds higher.
A growl and a snarl that sounded distinctly like a bark came from Bryn.
She felt no fear.
She felt arousal making her wet at the crotch of her skinny jeans. Lily’s hips moved of their own volition and she wedged herself between his legs. She could hear his breathing. They were both panting and out of control. Heat radiated. His scent filled her nostrils. It was like the forest after a fresh rain. Her lips parted and she moaned. Her forehead rubbed against his pectorals. “Why do I want you so bad?”
Something burned on her right inner thigh. She whimpered slightly as the arousal heated to a boiling point and she was pressing her hips against his erect, covered groin. Lily looked up at him and read the desire in his eyes.
He wanted her just as bad.
“Fuck this is intense.”In that moment all she wanted was him. She knew that if she just had him, if he took her, fucked her, nipped at her, and claimed her she could die happy tomorrow, knowing that at some point she’d belonged to him.
But my mate…
At that fleeting thought her wolf snarled and she clawed down his chest. She didn’t break the surface of his flesh but she made angry red welts rise. Her wolf wanted to mark him just as bad as she wanted him to mark her.
It can’t be.
Her internal musings were cut short by Bryn’s hand sliding up between their bodies. She looked up and he was grinning down at her. “Please—” she begged.
“Oh, I’ll take care of you, little wolf.” His mouth crashed down on hers.
Her world spun. Her lips parted without any coaxing and his tongue slipped inside her mouth and danced with her own. She felt his elongated canines as she submitted to his kiss, her body melting against his.
Well, since this is the last stop of the blitz, you’ll need to be sure you get your entries to win a set of these fabulous handmade bookmarks. As you can see, one of the beads sports the cover of Blackwood: Lily!
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