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About the author:
Siobhan Stark hails from the tiny state of Delaware, tucked away behind the other more popular states olong the East Coast. She has a background in legal writing, and various degrees in English, journalism, and law. Currently, she is reeling in excitement about the Krispy Kreme that has opened about five miles outside the City of Wilmington. She hopes to see you there with a glazed donut in one hand and a romance novel in the other.
What inspired you to write your book?
I had never read a paranormal romance about weredragons, although I was familiar with the creatures from Dungeons and Dragons. I wanted to write a book that was good beyond the sex scenes — that was a decent fantasy book, in addition to being a steamy romance novel. I really hope that I accomplished both.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Stella wanted to kiss him so desperately. Her whole body was aching to touch him again.
Would one kiss really matter so much? Just one, and then she could walk away.
He slid his warm hand from her shoulder to her neck and then bent his head down towards hers. She leaned up towards him and closed her eyes.
His lips closed over hers, gently at first, then more urgent. Suddenly, his tongue was inside her mouth, warm and insistent. His arms folded around her, pulling her closer to him. She could feel his body quaking, and she knew that he wanted her beyond all reasoning.
As he was nuzzling her hair and her face was pressed against his chest, she once again was engulfed by the delightful scent of his skin and hair. She closed her eyes. It was the comforting scent of a warm fire on a cold winter’s eve. No wonder she loved it. She giggled.
He stepped back and peered at her in concern. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I just figured out why you smell so good,” she whispered, reaching for him.
“Why is that?” He looked perplexed.
“You smell like fire. I can’t get enough of it.”
He engulfed her with his arms and with his mouth. “Stella, you are so beautiful,” he breathed between kisses. He nuzzled her neck and made her shudder in delight.
Stella’s breaths grew raspy.
“We need to go someone where we can be alone,” she pled. “Please Idon, before someone sees us.”
He nodded reluctantly and released her.
He pulled her to the veranda steps and they raced to the garden together.
“I may smell of fire,” he observed, “but you are breathing actual smoke. Just don’t shoot fire into my mouth while I’m kissing you.”
“Would that burn you?”
“No, but it may singe my hair. That may be hard to explain after we go back inside.”
She giggled. “You can always blame it on a cigar.”
They found a lonely isolated corner at the rear of the garden. Stella lay on some moss underneath a low hanging willow and admired the dark shadow of Idon’s giant frame as he leaned over her.
He began to kiss her wildly. His mouth traveled across her neck and down to her breasts. He pulled down the lace at the low neck of her ball gown and exposed her heaving breasts.
She could see him grinning in the darkness.
“What is it?”
“Your breasts are wonderful.”
He buried his face in the vastness of her bosom, then kissed each breast tenderly. He flashed a naughty grin and began to suck and tease her with his lips. Stella felt herself growing wet between her legs as he began to loll his tongue around her very pert nipples. He reached down and forced apart her thighs, then gently touched a finger to the wetness.
“You desire me, too, Stella?
She moaned as he softly trailed his finger along the most delicate parts of her, until he found a spot that made her writhe uncontrollably. He touched her there again tenderly and she gasped.
Stella arched her back and whined in torment. “Idon. I want you. Please. Idon.”
She began to wriggle free of her ball gown. She had never been with a man before, but her body was insisting that Idon take his place between her legs immediately. He helped her lift the filmy ball gown over her head and he ripped her undergarments aside. Then, with his hands kneading her breasts again he gently pushed himself into her.
She cried out. The sensation of a cock filling her was entirely new. At first, it hurt, but when Idon began to push himself in and out of her rhythmically, she felt a heat and a fullness mounting up inside.
“Does it feel good?” Idon murmured.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”