Tapestry

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Aurora Jamison

ISBN :978-1-55410-747-6

Page :280

Word Count :70000

Publication Date :2010-08-16

Series : #

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Available Formats : Tapestry (pdf) , Tapestry (prc) , Tapestry (epub) , Tapestry (mobi)

Category : Erotica , Mainstream Fiction , Paranormal , Fantasy

Product Code: 978-1-55410-747-6

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Deirdre Tyler is torn between three lovers. Two are human and one . . . is not. Her life has been normal until one night when it all went to hell. Deirdre catches her lover cheating and barely has she washed her hands of him when she finds a new one in Quince, strong, mysterious and determined . . . to kill. Caught up in a frantic search to find the magical Tapestry of Eternal Love, she finds love is more complicated than she ever thought possible. Deirdre finds herself in a deadly love triangle with Quince and Broderick, the vampire Quince is sworn to kill.

"You are not a virgin," he said. His hand moved slowly toward her and cupped her left breast. "There are many other ways in which you are a virgin, however."

"I never liked it when Sam wanted to take me up the behind."

"I do not mean ass fucking, my dear one," he said. His hand tightened on her breast. Deirdre tried to step back but could not. She closed her eyes and let the delicious sensation seep into her bones and body and brain. Somewhere in a far distant recess of her being, Deirdre knew this was wrong. Why was she letting this stranger--a burglar--feel her up?

Pleasure overwhelmed any concern she might have. She sighed and thrust her chest out so her breast crushed into the man's palm. He squeezed tighter and gave her even more pleasure.

"I like that," she said in a choked voice.

"I know," he answered. His other hand worked around her back, slid to her waist and pulled her closer. The bony hand was cool against her bare skin, but it excited her unlike any other lover's caress. Her lips parted slightly. He accepted. His lips pressed into her, lightly brushing across them at first and then sampling with more passion. Deirdre felt her pulse racing as he held her close to his body. She felt every movement of his body--and the slow rise between his legs as his limp penis became a hard cock.

"I want this," she said urgently. She reached down and pressed her hand against the bulge of his erection.

"I know you do, but not yet. Prove you are worthy of receiving it."

"I . . . I'm wet. My pussy is wet."

"Yes, it is," he said in a husky whisper, "but that is not enough."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Get naked for me."