Gargoyle Damien St. Pierre has to find an ancient artifact needed by his people. When he meets earth witch Katie Calhoun, he can't keep his hands off her. Because of the problems his people are having, Damien is afraid to attempt the conversion necessary to make her his mate. But Katie is determined to help him in his quest and to become the gargoyle of his dreams. Can her faith overcome his fear? Will the magic of love succeed in the mating of stone and earth?
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Stone and Earth by Cindy Spencer Pape
He wandered up the stairs and realized the rooftop door was ajar. His curiosity aroused, he stepped outside--and into Eden.
How could such a garden be growing on a Philadelphia rooftop--in the middle of winter? There was no breeze and though the air was cool, it was much warmer than it had been down on the street. Lush plant life surrounded him. The garden was softly lit by small glowing lights suspended from the trees and shrubs and glowing orbs set into the ground. From behind a row of shrubs--holly bushes by their waxy leaves and red berries--he heard the sound of running water.
Walking softly, Damien rounded the leafy barrier and stopped dead in his tracks paralyzed by the sight that met his eyes.
What appeared to be a natural stone grotto was tucked into a corner of the roof, almost completely surrounded by shrubs and trees. A hot tub burbled in the stone depression, warm and inviting. But not as inviting as its occupant. Lounging with her head thrown back against the rock, long mahogany hair streaming in the water around her, was the most beautiful woman Damien had ever seen. And she was naked. Beautifully, gloriously naked.
Full, high breasts rode right at the waterline, their softness floating just enough on the surface that he could see the silver clamps attached to each of her big, berry-brown nipples. Her hands were both below the water, but he could see her arms moving at the shoulder and he could guess what she was doing by the flush on her cheeks and the soft moans that emerged from her full rosy lips.
She didn't see or hear him approach, so rapt was she in her act of self-pleasure. Damien felt the zipper on his leather pants strain against the sudden expansion of his cock. She was stunning. Riveting. She might possibly not be the most technically beautiful woman he'd met, but gods above, she was the single sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Damien knew what he was doing was a cosmically bad idea. All she had to do was open her eyes, then scream and his life as he knew it would be over. There'd be no more career in law enforcement for a sex-crime offender. And yet he did it anyway. There was simply no way--not in Heaven, not on Earth, damn sure not in Hell--that he could resist the temptation before him. He barely registered stripping off his own shirt and boots, then peeling off the too-tight pants. His fist was wrapped around his aching shaft and stroking hard as he stepped down into the pool.