Title: Kairos, An Enmortals Series Novel
Author: K.J. Coakley
Release Date: June 13, 2014
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It’s the beginning of a love that just may endure the test of time and the vast chasm between our universe and another. Kairos: An Enmortals Series Novel is the inaugural installment of a new paranormal romance epic that weaves together man, myth, and magic in an intricate tapestry that will spark your imagination while it opens your heart.
Sulwen Macgregor is a studious college senior who only grudgingly leaves the sanctity of her room. The magnetic Logan Thatcher has plenty of notches on his belt, but eyes only for Sulwen. When the two meet, the chemistry is out of this world. In fact, it loops into a parallel universe, where Sulwen finds herself hunted by nightmarish beings, and it’s up to Logan to protect her. As their lives entwine, Sulwen and Logan must defy all odds to rise above those who will stop at nothing to suppress them.
It's him. Oh my God, it's really him. I blink to make sure my eyes are really seeing him. His full pouty lips pull up into a half smile, and I know he is reading my expression and can see my confusion/recognition. Good lord, he is too damn pretty to be real.
"Hi." His teeth show as he shoots his charming grin in my direction.
"You seem to have me at a disadvantage," I say sternly. His smile fades, and his eyes scan my face for what I'm thinking. Seemingly satisfied, he steps up to my chair and extends his hand to me, gesturing toward the dance floor.
I stand up and take his hand. He leads us into a remote corner on the dance floor. The DJ has been switching it up between techno and remixed pop, but I don't mind. It has a good beat, and I can feel my muscles warming up as I start to work my body with the rhythm. I raise my arms and place them around his neck and scoot closer to him. My body is rubbing against his with blatant carnality. I can play this game too, as long as I don't have to speak. My body is drawn to his, so it's no effort to let my wanton moves carry me away with the song.
"Logan. The name's Logan Thatcher. No more disadvantages. We're on a level playing field, and I must say I'm enjoying the game immensely."
I turn my back to him and swing my arms back over his head and secure my fingers behind his neck. He hisses between his teeth as my ass bumps his groin. I purposely do it again and nudge the growing bulge in his jeans with the cleft of my ass. A current tingles through my body at the contact.
I close my eyes and sink into an erotic dance. My body slithers over his like a snake up a tree. I can't stand any distance between us. I want to touch him, feel his hard muscles beneath his velvety skin, and bask in his growing erection as I brazenly press myself against him. His breathing has picked up, and he begins to run his hands up the sides of my thighs and under the hem of my dress. He goes no farther but teases my senses with feather-light touches, and then he runs a hand up the back of my thigh and squeezes my ass…hard. I gasp in surprise, but the move only heightens my desire.
"You're playing with fire, brave one. I may not be an animal, but I'm still a man, and you are provoking a hunger so strong it's all I can do to keep from driving myself deep within you," he growls in my ear. His warm breath on my skin sends an electric jolt down my neck and across my belly. My womb clenches as moisture gathers between my legs. His hand is now massaging my bottom, while his other one climbs up my stomach and skims across my breasts, brushing up against my hard nipples, and pulling a strangled gasp from my lips.
"Logan. What are you doing to me?" I say breathlessly. I'm shocked by my voice. It sounds so husky and leaden with lust. He places both hands on my hips and pulls me into his fully erect cock. He's thick, hard, and ready for what I would willingly give.
Blunt teeth graze my neck where it meets my shoulder and work their way back up, nibbling on my sensitive flesh. Masculine hands press into my hips, working down my belly to the apex of my thighs. I inhale sharply at the contact and tremble in his arms. A throaty chuckle next to my ear melts any defenses I had left.
His warm breath is doing amazing things to the delicate shell of my ear. Hot and moist, his tongue slowly licks up the skin behind my ear and then slowly works back down. A hard shudder works through me as the burn building between my legs mounts to a frustrating peak. I need release, and I want it now.
His right hand trails a path under my skirt and up around my behind. At the first contact, I nearly jump from his arms, but he has me held securely against his rock-hard body. My back is to him, his arm like a vice around my waist, while the other works its way into my panties.
My eyes are closed to everything around me. The darkness alludes to a false sense of privacy. I can't hear anything but his breathing. I can't feel anything but the rocking motion of my hips as my body strains for contact with his. I feel a sharp tug, and my panties fall, only to be snatched up by his
other hand and quickly folded in his fist as he resumes his grip around my waist.
Author K. J. Coakley lives a life where she plays many roles…as most women do when they are a wife, mother, and caretaker of two rowdy dogs. But when she’s not working her nine to five gig, or spending time with her family, she can be found glued to her laptop where she loves to create worlds with sexy alpha males and brazen heroines. She is also an avid fan of heavy metal and rock music, and regularly attends music festivals.
Coakley received an Associate degree in Business Administration from Walters State Community College, and a Bachelor of Business Management degree from East Tennessee State University. Her debut novel Kairos is the inaugural installment of a new paranormal romance series.