Happy Tuesday! I'm so glad to be recovering from a terrible stomach virus today. Maybe I can eat! Today's guest is Rose Wynters, author of Curvaceous Condemnation. Enjoy!
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The Endurers - Immortal warriors chosen to fight the evil that stalks humanity. Major players in the upcoming Armageddon. Single and sexy as hell.
Death. Pain. Tragedy.
For Endurer Vincent Chavalerio, immortality has brought nothing but torment and misery. Cursed by a demon to forever watch the women he loves die painfully, he's determined to finally put an end to it all and his own existence as well.
Plus-sized Scarlett Hamilton is desperate to learn how to live again after the death of her fiance,
She's sent to list a historic mansion in Niles but ends up buying it for herself. Little does
she know, there is already someone living within the walls and a gateway to
Hell in the backyard. New
Scarlett believes him to be a ghost, but his reaction to her body comes from a red-blooded, 100% male. After being in stasis for two hundred years, he's desperate to seduce her. Scarlett soon discovers an erotic passion in the immortal's arms, but he's still determined to let her go. Will he move past his grief and indifference enough to recognize what's waiting right in front of him?
The demon that cursed him won't release Vincent, even if it means the destruction of
One night a devastating tragedy occurs as Hell fulfills an accepted bargain,
condemning the city in the process. Time has ran out. Vincent has to see the
truth or he will lose Scarlett, and his own destiny, forever. New Orleans
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
“Veronique? They have names?”
“Yes, but don’t ever use their names. Ever. When a human uses their name, it makes them more powerful. It’s almost like worship to them, and worship gives them strength. An Endurer has protection against this, but you don’t. Never speak it, even if you know it.”
“Okay,” she replied. “You won’t have to tell me twice. How do you know her name?”
It was a question he had no intention of answering, at least not now. He wanted to bed her, badly. The last thing he needed to mention was women had died because of him. Somehow, he didn’t think that would help his cause. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is freeing you from the curse.”
She remembered her parents and gasped, eyes widening with horror. “My mom and dad are coming for an overnight visit Saturday. What am I going to do?”
“Try to cancel. If you can’t, we’ll work around it. Who knows? Maybe we will have the curse broke by then.” He doubted it, but kept his doubts to himself. Where was Arch when you really needed him?
“I’m going to call a priest in to bless the house. Maybe he can shed some light on the situation,” Vincent continued gruffly. He was going to keep a better eye on her from here on out, no more midnight raids on her refrigerator unless she was with him.
His stomach rumbled at the thought of her cooking. The woman could cook like nobody’s business, and the leftovers were heavenly. His metabolism was extremely high due to the constant renewing of his body, and it gave him an extraordinarily high appetite.
The sound drew her attention, and she stared at him as he blushed in embarrassment. “Nice to know you really are human,” she said with a small smile. “At least now I know what’s been happening to my leftovers.”
“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly. “They were delicious.”
She felt strangely pleased that he liked her cooking. It was flattering. She was sure in his lifetime he’d had all types of food, but he enjoyed hers. “Well then, I guess I’ll be going to the store more often,” she said smiling, feeling the blush spreading across her cheeks.
Her arms began to ache, and she looked down to see what was wrong. In the light, she could see the dark purple bruises marring the paleness of her skin. They seemed to worsen by the minute.
He saw them too and growled. Moving quickly, he knelt in the floor in front of her, noting each and every purple spot. “The demon hurt you,” he said softly, but she could hear the anger in his tone. “For that, he will painfully die.”
Suddenly his mood changed. Slowly, he raised his head, his heated eyes meeting her dazed ones. He held her gaze for a moment before leaning forward and kissing each bruise.
He took his slow, sweet time, his firm lips highly erotic against her skin. She groaned softly at the tantalizing sweep of his tongue against each one. Her nipples beaded underneath the thin material of her nightgown in reaction.
His eyes glittered when he saw the visible response of her body to his mouth. The very air was charged with an erotic energy that singed both of them with its intensity. Her body grew hot with a burning need that demanded to be fulfilled.
He could sense it with his supernatural senses. He gave her a smile full of sexual promise. “I want to make love with you, Scarlett. Will you allow me?”
About the Author:
I'm Rose Wynters, and author of ‘The Endurers’ series. When not writing, I enjoy camping, traveling, and just having a good time in life. I love to see new places and meet new people. I also have a strong interest in the paranormal, and things that go bump in the night! As a writer, I enjoy combining love that pushes the limits with the supernatural. With my books, be prepared for almost anything! Things can get pretty wild when you're taking a trip through the pages with these immortal Endurers.
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