Friday, December 28, 2007

Djinni and the Geek available today!

It's here! Djinni and the Geek, from Ellora's Cave, is a stand-alone sequel to Dragon in the System, which came out in June from Cerridwen Press.

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Blurb: Computer science professor David Garvaglia is nobody’s idea of a hero. Is he? When David opens an antique puzzle box and finds a Djinni, his first thought isn’t for wishes, it’s how to set her free. Anissa has spent centuries as a prisoner of the box and has dreamed of the day some handsome master would release her. But she also has to adapt to the twenty-first century, and defeat an evil wizard. Besides, once she meets David, she’s not so sure she wants to be freed.

The door to the hallway opened, and Anissa stopped and stared with her shoe halfway to her foot, dumbfounded by the man who stepped into the room. Who was this and what had he done to her master?

“Everything okay?” The gruff velvet voice was right, and so was the strong, thick-fingered hand that idly stroked his chin. The bare skin where a rough red-brown beard had been just an hour ago. His hair was still long, but had been ruthlessly tamed into a small queue at the nape of his neck with a black leather thong. His bright blue eyes were the same, though and they studied her hotly. “Wow. You look amazing.” His deep voice was husky and warm, and Anissa felt it like a caress, all the way to her bones. She felt her face warm in a flush as her womb clenched and her passage moistened, and she focused on her shoes till she could breathe correctly again.

Once she had the velvet pumps in place, she stood and smiled. “As do you.” It was a struggle not to lick her lips and to keep her hands at her sides. A soft blue turtleneck hugged a chest that she could see was broad and thickly muscled, not fat as she had assumed from his baggy sweatshirts. Heathery gray trousers fell from trim hips, and he carried a gray tweed jacket over one arm. She grinned as her eyes continued downward though. From beneath the woolen trousers peeked a pair of perfectly shined combat boots.

“Yeah, this should shock the hell out of them,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t have time for a haircut.”

“I am glad.” The admission popped out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Your hair is—nice.”

His grin was sweet and a little bit shy. He ignored the compliment. “We didn’t think to buy you a purse or anything. You need me to stick anything in my pockets for you? Doesn’t look like there’s much room in that outfit.”

“Is it too small? I could wear the black jeans.” She whirled toward the dresser.

“Whoa there!” He stopped her by laying a hand on her shoulder. The contact of his warm hand on her bare skin pulsed through her like a lance straight to her womb. He had used some sort of cologne or shaving lotion, and the added spiciness to his scent made her knees wobble. “It looks great. I just don’t see any pockets, if you need to take a hairbrush, or some makeup or anything.”

“Oh.” She had to move away from him a step in order to think. “The lipstick, perhaps.”

“Fine.” She fetched it from the bathroom while he put on his coat, and he slid the silver tube into his pocket without hesitation. Then he stood by the door, holding it open for her. “Ready?”

She nodded, ignoring the butterflies that tumbled in her stomach like traveling acrobats. She followed him down the stairs to the kitchen door where he helped her into the long quilted down coat he had purchased, and cut the tags off a pair of soft leather gloves before handing them to her. Then he tucked his wicked-looking folded blade back into the pocket of his trousers. Yes, she now believed that there was more of the warrior to him than she had originally thought.

“There’s just one more thing I’ve got to do before we go.” His whisper was such a low bass rumble she barely heard it.

“What?” She looked up at him, mesmerized by the sheer breadth of him looming so close.

“This.” He leaned down with one hand on the wall, and one holding her elbow in a loose grip.

Then he lowered his face to hers, moving slowly, giving her plenty of time to escape.

She could not have moved, even if she had desired to do so. And truly, she did not wish to. Instead, she went up on her toes to meet him partway.

At first it was just a feather-light brush of his lips against hers. Unfair! She placed both her hands on his shoulders and tugged, bringing him back down. Then she opened her lips and drank him in. He tasted of mint, smelled of spice and man, and it only took a moment for him to take over the kiss. His free arms swept around her waist and drew her up against him while his lips plundered and devoured.

Anissa gave a little moan as her breasts crushed up against his rock-hard chest, and he used that instant to sweep his tongue inside her mouth, teasing, tasting, and seeking out every curve and hollow. Not to be outdone, she stroked it with her own, and they played seek-and-follow until they were both breathless and shaking. Her new underwear and pantyhose were dripping wet and her swollen nipples throbbed against his chest. His long thick shaft pressed into her belly, hard and strong, and she exulted in the knowledge that he wanted her just as she longed for him.

Finally he straightened and stood her back on her feet, steadying her at the waist until she stopped wobbling.

As soon as she could breathe, she blurted out the first thought that popped into her head. “Must we attend this party? We could stay here.”

David drew in a ragged breath. “Don’t tempt me.” He leaned over and did up the top two buttons on her coat. “Now let’s get out of here while we still can.”

“Just one moment.” She looked around, saw a box of tissues by the couch, and grabbed one before returning to David.

“What?” He was still breathing heavily, as was she. Her feminine heart was thrilled to know he was as affected by the kiss as she had been.

She raised the tissue to his face, and wiped at the area around his lips, smiling softly. “Pink, professor, is decidedly not your color.”


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