RED'S DIVINE ASSISTANT

Source: SIX DEGREES OF SEXY

Hello people! It's Red here, and I'm out for some promo. Yes - I simply have no shame. Today I am celebrating the release of my third Ellora's Cave book, titled DIVINE ASSISTANT and I hope you're out there buying it right this second because I'm having a marvelous contest over at my site and you can't participate if you don't know a very important tidbit from the book which I totally and very, very shamelessly require. Click here to play! (Don't leave me yet, though!)


Divine Assistant is my first Short Novel at EC, and a part of the Torrid Tarot series, this one being the Nine of Pentacles. First, I'm going to tell you a little bit about this card. I was very hooked with it from the start and after vieweing a whole deck of Tarot cards my personal opinion was that this card is among of the most inspiring and beautiful. I'd, personally, love to be that lady right there.





The Nine of Pentacles

In a word, this card means GAIN.

This is a card symbolized by a graceful lady holding a falcon on her hand—the lady of material goods and security. As any fine lady does, she has a sense of purpose and refinement, and is tranquil and secure in her surroundings…as if she knows, in her heart, that success will be hers. Love, freedom and riches—all hers. (Cool!)

As with all tarot cards, the Nine of Pentacles has several interpretations. Foremost among them, it signifies that a mission has been successful. The card implies that, as a result of recent efforts, success in both love and work will be achieved, thus enabling us to feel satisfied, happy and secure—all things my heroine, Lucy Divine, is striving for.


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Let me just say that much like the falcon the lady holds, Lucy Divine will come back to rest on her perch only until her mission has been accomplished. She's loyal, determined, and resourceful...so she's not completely unarmed!

On the other hand...Patrick Holden, her new boss, is not an easy man to work for. He's an alpha through and through, and not appreciative of the distraction his new sexy bombshell assistant is posing. But whether they like it or not, sparks fly.

Getting these two together was fun!! I hope everyone loves this book as much as I loved writing it.


Now I leave you with a short excerpt, see if you're up for some divine reading tonight!

EXCERPT

“What’s wrong?” said the soft, feminine voice from the living room.

There was a deadly silence before Holden replied, and Lucy felt frantic, desperately wanting to hide. If he caught her eavesdropping it would surely be the end of her career, and she’d already put so much of her heart into this for it to amount to nothing. She glanced around and slowly tiptoed toward the closet in the hall, sliding the wooden pocket door open silently.

“I’m sorry, Miranda, but I think we’re going to have to call it a night, reschedule some other time,” she heard him say.

Lucy didn’t even wait to hear the woman’s reply. Instead, she briskly snuck into the darkened closet and carefully slid the door shut.

She remained there for what seemed like an eternity, feeling the room grow unbearably hot, and although it should have been impossible it seemed to shrink in size. Suddenly she became aware of a life-threatening lack of oxygen. And then, as if by magic, the door slowly began to roll open.

“Hello, Miss Divine.”

She cleared her throat, which had suddenly run dry. “Mr. Holden.”

“Dusting the closet?” he asked nonchalantly.

“I, ah, well, I…”

Uninvited, he stepped into the darkness of the closet. “I don’t like being spied on, Miss Divine.” His voice was a gruff whisper and his breath was unbearably close to her face.

“I wasn’t spying.” She was surprised she could even speak.

“Yes, you were.” He framed her face with his hands and splayed his fingers on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “Now what do you propose I do with you?”

“I-I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, absolutely certain of one thing, and that was that she absolutely knew nothing anymore, only that this was definitely not good for her career.

“Oh no?” His coal-black eyes glimmered in the darkness. Slowly he moved forward, his hands firm on her face, and an innate survival instinct prompted her to take a step backward. Undeterred, he inched closer until the tips of her breasts brushed against his wide chest and her buttocks flattened against the wall behind her. “So. Tell me. Did you intend to eavesdrop on me and Miss MacFadden?”

He leaned his weight into her…fully…the hardness of his chest crushing her breasts, the strength of his big, hard body suddenly making her feel tiny and vulnerable. Lucy’s breath caught in her throat at the feel of a monstrous bulge pressed snugly between her hips. He was extremely, potently, unquestionably hard. It took every ounce of her willpower to keep from melting to the floor. “Were you going to watch us, Miss Divine?”

His deep, husky voice vibrated against her skin like a caress, making her shiver. “Of course not, how can you even think that?” she whispered, feeling extremely breathless and agitated, as if she’d run a hundred miles.

Either he, or Miranda MacFadden, had undone the two top buttons of his shirt, and she could see a smooth expanse of chest. It rose and fell with each breath, and he, too, sounded agitated…as if he’d run even more miles than she had. His chest was muscled and deeply tanned and proved to be a definite turn-on--as if she needed any sort of encouragement at this point. She was literally, physically hot and aching.

Then it happened. Her wish. Oh dear—it was a miracle.

His lips brushed over hers, the fleeting touch sending sizzling jolts of awareness to every nerve ending in her body. Slowly his hands slid from her face, down her arms and toward her buttocks. “Or did you want this for yourself?”

None too gently, he cupped and squeezed her rump, pulling her forward as he rammed his hardness against her pelvis. Thick cords strained in his neck as he clutched her tightly to his huge muscled body, and Lucy exerted her own supreme efforts and bit back a string of whimpers, knowing she would surely die from sheer, utter desire. As if on cue her apex flooded with hot, wanton juices, and she worried that any minute now he’d be able to actually see the steam coming out of her pussy.

She needn’t have worried, for he was completely engrossed with her face. “God, I want you,” he breathed hotly.

Before his words even registered, he crushed his lips to hers and groaned deep in his throat at the contact. Taking her needy moan as an invitation, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Wine. He tasted like spicy red wine, and Lucy found that she craved him, craved more, craved to get leg-wobbly, irresponsibly drunk with his taste. Hot, powerful hands rubbed her back, pressing her closer to a body as perfect and hard as a marble sculpture, but far, far warmer.

When his tongue retreated from her mouth, she moaned her disagreement and followed it into his. For her troubles, he gifted her with a rumbling groan of pleasure that reverberated all the way down to her pussy.

His mouth seared her, his wet, powerful tongue sparring with hers, awakening emotions both fierce and debilitating that she never even knew she possessed. She felt as though she were falling down the edge of a precipice and was powerless to do anything but hold on for dear life.

And as if he were life itself, she wrapped her arms around his neck, held on tightly and kissed him back like a hussy, like a hot, wet, horny little slut. Which she had never, ever in her life been—until now. Oh yes, now all she wanted was to kiss him, touch him. Damn her career, damn everything—everything except this. Patrick Holden kissing her. Patrick Holden’s rock-hard cock so very near her sex. It could drive a girl crazy. It did drive her crazy.

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