Crimson Carousel, Book Three
While a standalone, A Taste of Oblivionis best enjoyed when read in series order.
Determined to earn the respect of her sister, Kylie Miller sets off on her first inter-dimensional assignment. As a recon Mimic, it's her mission to discover the fate of a mysterious woman believed to be her people's best hope for defeating their enemy.
Kylie's investigation leads her to the Crimson Carousel and a badass cop named Dalton. She doesn't understand the intoxicating attraction drawing her toward the handsome human and dark forces are at work to ensure her first assignment is her last. Only by uniting with a healer from Kylie's home dimension can she and Dalton prepare for the battle ahead, or hope to survive an uncertain future.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from A Taste of Oblivion by Aubrey Ross
Jessie Curtis wrapped her fingers around the cool metal headboard and gently rocked her hips. Gripping her butt with both hands, her soul-bonded mate Rafe Steele pulled her closer to his eager mouth. She shifted her weight, easing her legs farther apart and bringing her pussy within reach of his waiting tongue. He'd do this for hours if she let him, arouse her again and again and feast on the cream her body produced so readily.
Vampire, rock star--she still couldn't decide which was more unbelievable. And Rafe was both. His tongue swiped her slit from back to front and dragged a soft groan from her throat. Tension already gathered in her core, tingling with the promise of a fabulous orgasm. She was such a slut when it came to Rafe. She couldn't resist his sexy smile, his smoldering eyes, or his talented tongue.
As if to illustrate her thoughts, he circled her clit then pushed into her core. More. She'd become a greedy wanton in the ten months they'd been together, thinking about him night and day, always longing for his touch. She arched her neck, her hair teasing her back as he became more aggressive. His lips moved against her folds while his tongue thrust in and out. His low growl of pleasure vibrated her clit and Jessie went wild. Unable to remain still as sensations tore through her body, she wiggled and shook.
With preternatural strength and agility, he lifted her off his face and laid her back across the bed, her legs hooked over his arms. Golden light erupted in the depths of his dark eyes with the first thrust of his cock. She gasped and dragged his face down to hers. He tasted of her arousal. She smiled against his lips. He always seemed to taste like that.
He filled her with deep, steady movements, building upon the pleasure already begun. His mouth drifted from her lips to the underside of her jaw, and Jessie turned her head, exposing her throat. The strong thrusting of his hips never faltered as he shifted her legs to his waist and slipped one arm beneath her neck.
His lips teased her skin then his fangs scraped in silent warning. She never resisted his need. She understood his nature. He cupped her breast and sent dizzying heat spiraling through her body. Opening his mouth wide against her throat, he sank his fangs deep in one sharp drive. She clutched his back as firm spasms tightened her core around his thick cock.
She abandoned herself to the pleasure, holding nothing back. Her senses took on the rhythm of his vampiric kiss. Her nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed each time his mouth drew from her throat. Intoxicating and surreal, this portion of their lovemaking always left her dazed.
Images swam through her mind. Naked bodies writhing, grasping, thrusting. She absorbed the mental stimulation, accepting it as part of the sexual frenzy that claimed her each time Rafe took her in his arms. Then the vision focused. The shapes took on detail. Blond hair and rugged features, familiar blue eyes. She fought against the intrusion. This was no random impression.
Rafe withdrew his fangs and meticulously closed the wounds with his tongue. "What's the matter?"
Still in the grip of the vision, Jessie wasn't able to reply. Rafe rocked back on his knees, taking the majority of his weight off her without separating their bodies. Long moments passed as she stared through him, her body lax and unresponsive while she searched the jumbled rush of information for meaning, some warning or specific premonition.
"Welcome back." He kissed her brow and brushed her hair off her forehead. "What did you see?"
Though she'd always had visions, Jessie's abilities had increased greatly since bonding with Rafe. "You don't want to know."
"I always want to know, so just spill it."
Staring up into his gorgeous face, her desire stirred again. All she really wanted to do was finish what the vision had interrupted. The stubborn gleam in his dark eyes assured her that wasn't going to happen.
"I saw Dalton," she admitted with a cringe.
"In the middle of making love with me you see your ex-partner?"
She had expected possessive annoyance and Rafe didn't disappoint her. Dalton hadn't only been her partner for the majority of her years with the Baltimore Police Department, he'd been her lover. They were still close friends, so she understood Rafe's spurt of jealousy.
"I was over Dalton before I met you, so take the glare down a notch or two."
He shifted his hips, wedging his cock a little deeper inside her. "What was Dalton doing in the vision?"
She smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist. "The same thing we're doing, only not nearly as well."
He chuckled. "We do it better when your visions don't disrupt our momentum. Why is Dalton's sex life important enough to trigger your gift?"
"I'm not sure yet. All I know is this woman will contact me and she's meant for Dalton."