WindVerse, Book Nine. Ranulf MacKirnan can have any woman he wants. It isn't because he's handsome. He's that in spades. It isn't because he's sexy as hell. He's hotter than a fifty-megaton bomb. And it isn't because he can use his body like the well-honed tool it is. What sets women lusting after Ranulf MacKirnan is a power so sensual, so exacting not a one of them can resist him. He can seduce them with nothing more than a touch of his hand. Jade Shimota has only one use for men. For a man to win her heart, he has to win her body first. Before he can do that, he must do what no other man has been able to. He must prove to her that he's her equal-on the field of battle as well as in her bed. When an irresistible force meets an immovable object something's gotta give, and giving a woman what she needs is what MacKirnan does best. Note: While stand-alones, for better reader enjoyment it is recommended the WindVerse books be read in order.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from WindChaser by Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Sitting on the foot of Jade Shimota's bed, Mac braced his chin in his hand and studied the sleeping woman. She was beautiful with a sexy body that made his cock hard and his blood race. He was drawn to her as he'd never been to another woman, but it wasn't her sexual allure that intrigued him. As he stared at the shapely leg she had thrust out from under the covers, the taut little breasts that were barely covered by the sheet, and the long silky black hair that fanned out over her pillow, he wanted to throw himself on her and take her hard. Oh yes, he wanted to screw her, he thought. So badly his teeth ached, but it was more than that. He sensed in her a kindred soul.
"She's dangerous, Mac," Celine had warned. "She has no conscience and has over two hundred kills to her credit. She doesn't even bat an eye when she snuffs out a man's life."
Reaching out, he circled his fingers around her ankle, absorbing the heat of her flesh into his palm. He caressed the slender joint, skimming his palm up her calf, over her knee, along her taut thigh. He stilled his questing hand when she sighed and turned from her side to her back, flinging an arm out as though in invitation.
He smiled, massaging her soft limb.
"Are you planning on raping me?" she asked, not even bothering to open her eyes.
Surprised she was awake and aware, he shrugged, continuing to caress her thigh. "Do you want me to?"
Jade slowly opened her eyelids. Her right hand was beneath her pillow, the fingers curled around the deadly needle that was never far away. One part of her wanted to jerk her hand down and stab him, but another wanted to see what he would do. She stared into his pale green eyes, thinking herself in charge of the situation.
He scooted farther up the bed, closer to her, his hand clasped lightly to her thigh. He leaned over her, his lips barely brushing hers. "Try to move," he whispered.
Although she thought her eyes widened, they didn't. She did, however, suck in a surprised breath when she found she had no control whatsoever over her arms, her legs or any part of her. She was as immobile as a mountain. For the first time in her life, Jade Shimota knew true fear and it didn't set well with her.
He slipped his hand under her pillow and pulled out her hand in which she had the needle clutched. He clucked his tongue at seeing the lethal instrument.
"Now that is a piece of work," he said. He eased the sharp weapon from her hand then placed it on the bedside table. His eyes turned hard. "Wouldn't want you to stab me with that thing."
Jade drew in a ragged breath.
"Ah no. I'm not going to hurt you, darlin'," he said, plying his mouth upon hers. His warm breath fanned over her lips. "A woman as beautiful as you should be worshipped not wounded."
Jade stopped breathing altogether when he sat up, removed his hand from her thigh only to grip the covers and fling them away. Mentally cursing herself for her habit of sleeping in the nude, she had no choice but to lie there rigid and unable to shield herself from his slow, penetrating perusal of her body.
"Did I say beautiful?" He shook his head. "No, baby. You are gorgeous."
She felt his fingertips on the side of her waist. "Twenty-two inches if memory serves," he said, trailing his fingers over the flare of her hip. "And that would be thirty-four."
Unable to look away from the devastatingly handsome face positioned above her, she took in the long, dark hair that held a glint of red among the thick, curly strands that touched the nape of his neck. To heighten the masculine allure, there was just a trace of gray at his temples. His nose was a bit too long for his face, more hawkish than she preferred in a male, but it melded well with the chiseled features that bore just a hint of cruelty about them. The jaw was lean, the lips fashioned with a slight bow to the curves, and the eyelashes that accentuated the mesmerizing green eyes were long and thick.
"Like what you see as much as I do?" he asked, his gaze lowering to the hairless juncture of her thighs. He raised his eyes to hers. "Now that I really like."
Heat burned Jade's cheeks. Not for the first time did she regret having had her pubic hair lasered away a few years back. Sometimes--like at that moment--it made her feel as though she were a child again who had yet to spring her first hair.
His attention wandered to her breast. "Thirty-two," he stated. Up his hand went to cage the pert little mound. He worked the pad of his thumb over her nipple. "I just had mine pierced."
Jade felt her womb spasm at hearing that. Her eyes jerked from his face to the front of his shirt. Had she been able to do so, she would have swept her tongue over her lip in anticipation of viewing his piercings.
"Wanna see?" he asked, and before she could draw in another breath, he released her breast, crossed his arms over his chest and tugged the tail of his dark blue shirt over his head.
The moment she saw the nipple shields, Jade drew in a breath then her gaze slowly lifted to his.
"Like 'em?" he queried. He returned his palm to her left breast and once more swept his thumb across the nipple. "I do. Hurt like hell, but hey..." He shrugged. "What the heck, huh?"
She longed to bite his nipples, rake her nails down his back. His chest was covered with a light matting of fine light brown hair and his pecs were firmly pronounced. Washboard abs rippled down to the deep indention of his bellybutton and the tiger line of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants was an invitation to follow its path to the sensual conclusion.
"If I had the time, I'd take them off to let you see the package under there, but that will have to wait. Right now..." He clasped her breast between his fingers--pressing the nipple upward. "Right now I've got something else in mind."
The moment he leaned toward her, she knew what he was going to do. Her heart began to race. Her blood began to run hot and thick. To her way of thinking, he didn't move fast enough as he lowered his mouth to her breast. Wanting to claw him into submission, she cursed her inability to move. This was a man who needed her legs wrapped tight around him, cutting off his breath. He needed to be rode as hard as a woman could ride him.
He intercepted the thought and chuckled low in his throat as he laved her nipple with the heated wetness of his tongue.