THE DRAGON – SNIPPETS/SPOILERS/TEASERS
© Violette Dubrinsky. All rights reserved.Do not republish anywhere.
SNIPPET # 1: (via The Fantasyland)
Her words died in his mouth.
The taste of Ramsey and mint dominated her senses and despite her anger and distrust, Jezebel felt an answering call in her own body. Butterflies fluttered in her belly, her nipples pebbled under the bra, making for an uncomfortable press, her heart began a fierce, erratic pounding. It was her hormones. That was it. She was pregnant, and her hormones were in a space between erratic and insane. That could be the only reason her body reacted like it was starved for him.
Jezebel turned away, gasping for breath and trying to ignore the feel of his lips against her cheek. It wasn’t her. She didn’t want him. How could she after all of the heartache he’d caused, all of the things she’d given up because of him? “What are you doing?”
“What I wanted to do when I walked into my bedroom and found you in my bed.” His lips moved down to her neck, and she gasped as his moustache grazed her sensitive skin. She’d never thought a moustache could give such pleasure. His lips closed over her neck and he sucked hard. A sound that was a cross between a groan, a whimper, and “no” passed her lips. Ramsey’s hands were suddenly on her ass, cupping her through her pants, pulling her against the familiar hardness at the juncture of his thighs. Jezebel bit her lip to keep from crying out. It had been months since anyone touched her like this, like he owned her body. “What you want me to do right now.”
When his hands left her buttocks, Jezebel whimpered but his fingers were suddenly undoing the button of her pants, pulling down the zip. She could, should, protest, at least say something, but Jezebel couldn’t. She didn’t have the words. Instead, she allowed him to brace her against the door, slide his fingers into her panties, and touch her.
As his finger swiped her pert bud, Jezebel moaned. Two rapid flicks and she whimpered. His finger slid further back, and it was his turn to groan. “You’re already wet for me, Jezebel.” His tongue laved her ear as one thick finger slid into her. As she opened around him Jezebel exhaled deep and leaned her head against the door, extending her neck. He kissed her there. “That’s it, just let yourself feel…feel me…” Another finger joined the first and she winced as she was stretched further. Ramsey kissed her again, and this time, she kissed him back, eagerly participating in the erotic dance of lips and tongue as she rode his fingers to her release.
“I think you missed me,” he murmured against her lips.
“I didn’t.” That was all she managed to get out before his teeth closed over her bottom lip and pulled. His fingers stopped moving, holding still within her body. He released her lip and brushed his lips against her ear.
“Then why are you so wet?” Ramsey’s thumb settled on her clit and pressed, dragging a low moan from her.
She shook her head and said the first thing that came to mind. “I’m pregnant. It’s the…hormones.”
SNIPPET # 2: (via The Fantasyland)
Ramsey looked over his shoulder, his face calm, almost serene. His eyes told another story. Onyx eyes were bright, glinting with anger. “Walk down the hallway and go into your room, Jezebel.”
“Giving me orders, Ramsey?” She smirked, trying to appear at ease despite the torrent of emotions rolling through her. “What am I, your dog?” She shook her head. “Your wife?” She laughed. “Your slave? We both know the answer to that one.”
He turned away from her. “I’m not in the mood to play games with you, Jezebel.”
“I didn’t know we were playing.” She shrugged. “Next time, you might want to warn me about it ―hey!” Before she could step out of his way, Ramsey grabbed her arm again, and this time, dragged her all the way to her door.
“Get in!” It was the middle of night and although he spoke in a voice that was just above a whisper, she still heard the threat.
“I already told you, I am not your goddamn dog!” He pushed the door open, and pulled her in. When the door slammed shut, locking them both in the darkness, she hissed, “Do you get off on dragging women around like some barbaric Neanderthal?”
She blinked in an attempt to adjust to the darkness. Jezebel could make out nothing. “No?”
“It takes much more than that to get me off.” Something about the way he said it set off alarm bells in her head.
“Whatever,” she muttered. “I’m in my room. You can leave now.”
Ramsey laughed, but for all the humor it possessed, he might as well have kept it in. “I don’t want to leave now.”
She swallowed, simultaneously moving her way along the wall. Where was that light switch?
“I want to talk about getting off.” Jezebel didn’t respond, just continued along the wall, rubbing her hands along to find the switch. It was near the door, wasn’t it? “Jezebel?” She froze as footsteps approached. Suddenly hands were around her waist. “Where were you going?”
“Get away from me.”
“No,” he murmured, bracing his forehead against hers as his body boxed her in. “You see, I’m convinced you wanted me to come in here so you can get me off.”
SNIPPET # 3 (via The Masseuse Book Chat)
The twins were with their mother.
Too big to be lifted, the six year olds ran to keep up with her quick, purposeful strides. Both ahead and behind them were four men whose eyes seemed to scan every inch of the parking lot. Standing in the darkened alcove of the underground parking lot, he waited.
“Omma!” one of the twins screeched, tugging at her hand as if trying to stop her quick pace.
The other soon joined in, whimpering and hiccupping in what was the beginning of a wail.
The woman, beautiful, slim, and incredibly flustered, only walked faster. They were closing in on his hiding place now, close to her Lexus SUV, when the man bringing up the rear fell. As the other turned to the sound, there was a pop and a splash of blood pitched from his temple. He went down instantly. The other two turned at the commotion and began screaming to the woman. A bullet caught the one closest to him in the neck. Before he could hit the ground, two bullets ripped through the chest of the last man standing.
The woman turned on her heels, gripped her children close, and began to run for the Lexus. Only then did he step from his hiding place, grabbing her around the middle and placing the chloroform-covered handkerchief against her mouth and nose.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispered as she bucked against him, clawing at his gloved hand and trying to ram her rose-scented head into his face. He watched as several car doors opened and masked men stepped out, harnessing guns with silencers at their tips. “That’s it.” She bucked again once, twice, and then went limp. “Sleep.”
Seconds later, he was kneeling before two wailing children.
SNIPPET # 4: (via the Book Release Party)
“Get off of me!” Even to her own ears, her voice sounded raw, ragged. He tightened his hold. She shook her head. “You bastard!”
Jezebel slumped forward, bracing her weight against the hands that rested on his chest. She felt tired, drained, as if there was a boulder on her shoulders and she was unable to get it down.
Ramsey released her hands, but before she could process it, he pulled her against his body. With her face against his shirt, she could smell the citrusy maleness he exuded, and though she despised herself for it, it soothed her. She closed her eyes, blotted him out, and took the comfort. He could have been a stranger, she told herself. She just needed someone to hold her up right now. When familiar fingers slid into her hair, and began to massage her scalp, she sighed and let him.
Jezebel didn’t know how long he held her, how long she allowed him to comfort her, but she did remember when it ended. She was fully leaning on him, his fingers stroking her scalp, when his lips pressed to her ear.
“I’m many things, Jezebel,” he whispered. “But most of all, I’m a man who protects his family.” She’d pulled back to look into his face. What she saw sent a shiver down her spine.