Felicity Heaton

It’s great to be
here at Sheri’s blog again! This time, I’m here to talk about my new release, Kissed
by a Dark Prince, which is the first book in my hot new paranormal romance
series, Eternal Mates.

I’m going to be
sharing a sexy little excerpt from the book with you today.

Kissed by a Dark Prince (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 1)
Felicity Heaton
Olivia thinks it’s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae
ends up on her inspection table. He’s her chance to redeem herself with her
employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark
and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained for…

Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects
when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him and medical
technology of the mortal realm. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is
the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.

One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them
that will leave him weakened until it is completed… or broken, and pulling
Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.

To protect his people and his mate from the machinations of a madman, Loren
must risk everything by working with Olivia at Archangel to find a way to break
the bond blossoming between them.

But will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one
thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all others—his eternal mate?
And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them
and the temptation of her dark prince’s kiss?

Kissed by a Dark
Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook,
Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the
links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/kbadp

Kissed by a Dark Prince – Excerpt

Loren curled his hips, driving himself into
the female’s supple body, tearing another sweet moan from her lips. Her fingers
tangled in his black hair and she kissed him, her mouth hot and teasing, her
tongue sweeping along his. He took control of the kiss, mastering her mouth and
forcing her into submission. Her tongue danced with his, her lips soft and
yielding, her taste addictive. He caught the nape of her neck with one hand and
held her in place, taking her mouth as he took her body, his kiss as aggressive
as his thrusts.

Her feet tightened against his backside, a
silent plea for more, and he clutched her hips, dragged her to the edge of the
black-rubber-topped table and pumped her harder, thrusting as deep as he could
go. She tipped her head back, causing the soft waves of her chestnut hair to
spill around her shoulders, a beautifully wanton and wild look in her rich
brown eyes. Loren growled and took her harder, driven by a need to claim all of
her. He grunted with each thrust, each meeting of their hips, lost in how warm
and wet she was, tightly gloving him and driving him crazy with a need for
more.

A fine sheen of sweat slicked her flushed
cheeks and dappled across her bare breasts, some drops gathering on her beaded
nipples.

Another growl escaped him. He wanted to
taste those exquisite buds as he took her.

He leaned over her, pressing her down into
the table and rising above her without breaking his rhythm. Her white coat
parted, falling away from her body and revealing all of her to his hungry eyes.
He snarled possessively and swooped down to claim her left nipple, tugging the
hard pebble into his mouth. She mewled, clawed his shoulders and dug her
fingers through his hair, clutching him against her. Her body clenched his,
drawing him deeper, heightening his pleasure as he thrust into her with long
measured strokes, feeling all of her.

Loren still needed more. It wasn’t enough.
He needed to know she was his and she knew it.

She rocked her hips, countering his
movements, taking him as deep as her body would allow. The tip of his length
struck deep inside her and he withdrew almost all the way out of her before he
plunged back in, striking her again. He moaned and curled his hands around her
shoulders, settling his weight on his elbows. He dragged her against him with
each thrust of his hips, desperate for more, needing to take her harder and
deeper, ruining her to all other males. His legs quivered but he didn’t stop.
Couldn’t. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to stamp his mark on every inch
of her.

Loren rammed harder into her, making her
feel him, wanting her to know she was his now.

She groaned and arched her breasts into his
mouth, and he sucked harder on her nipple, teasing it with his blunt teeth as
he continued to drive into her, relentless and hard, unable to ignore his need
to take her so thoroughly she would never want another male and would never
forget him. He lightly bit down on her nipple and her husky moan went straight
through him. His fangs descended in response and he rose off her again, bracing
himself over her as he plunged into her, bringing her towards her climax with
savage relentless strokes. She thrashed her head and arched upwards, her body
tightening around his, ripping a groan from his throat. Her feet pressed into
his buttocks, forcing his hard length into her each time he withdrew. Her dark
eyes pleaded him for more, her breathless moans his guide, telling him that she
was close.

Loren wanted to feel them climax together.

His lips peeled back off his fangs and she
obeyed, turning her head to one side, revealing the marks he had placed on her
before, in this same laboratory. He struck hard again, burying his fangs into
her soft warm flesh and pulling hard on her blood. She cried out and her body
quivered around his, her pleasure racing into him through her blood, bringing
him to climax. He shuddered and jerked, growled into her as he came, pumping
his seed into her hot core as he pulled her blood into his body.

Loren shot up in bed, breathing hard and
shaking, his senses reeling with the intense pleasure boiling in his veins. His
cock ached, the brush of the silk covers pooled around his waist agony against
his sensitive flesh. He rubbed his palm down it and heat shot through him,
sweeping outwards with his groin at its epicentre. He groaned and flopped back
onto the bed, struggling to catch his breath.

It had been two days since he had woken a
captive of a mortal organisation and taken the female’s blood. Every time he
had closed his eyes to catch some sleep and speed his healing, she was there
waiting for him in his dreams.

Erotic, intense, incredible dreams.

Loren palmed himself again and then dragged
his hand away. He was only inviting the dreams if he pleasured himself because
of them. He dug his hands under the soft pillows beneath his head, caging them
there, and stared at the wooden ceiling of his rooms.

Why couldn’t he get his mind off her?

She haunted him every waking hour and every
sleeping one, filling his head with thoughts that had him needful of her and
aching, hard at some extremely inappropriate times.

Loren sincerely hoped that his clothing had
concealed the erection he had sported during a council meeting. It had refused
to go away, dragging his mind through the gutter, making him imagine taking the
female right there on his throne. He hadn’t heard a word his trusted advisors
had said as they had gently berated him about his lack of caution that had led
to him being injured and left at the mercy of demon hunters.

He scrubbed a hand down his face and then shoved
his fingers through his black hair, yanking it back hard enough to hurt.

He hadn’t experienced lust in forty-two
centuries, not since he had gone to war with his brother. He also hadn’t
thought of anything other than Vail and their war in that time. He didn’t like
it. He needed to focus on his brother now that he had re-emerged from hiding.

Searching for his brother had occupied most
of his days since their war had begun. Vail cloaked himself, making it
impossible for Loren to find him through the link between their blood, so all
searching had to be done manually, using scouts and his dwindling army to
follow up rumours and find clues.

His brother had been gone without a trace,
clue or rumour to follow for almost four centuries.

Loren’s guard had been down three nights
ago when walking the castle grounds, needing the space from his aides so he
could think. Vail had defeated him before he had even managed to rally his
senses and begin to defend and retaliate.

Somehow, he had ended up in the mortal
realm. Was Vail there now?

It unnerved Loren. Vail had never taken
their battle to the mortal realm and the council were concerned that he
intended to reveal the existence of his kind to the humans.

Loren’s people were already low in number
as it was, weakened by attacks resulting from his brother’s nefarious plots
throughout the centuries. He wasn’t sure they would survive should the mortals
discover a way into this realm and send in their armies.

The council were using this latest attack,
and almost successful attempt on Loren’s life, to force him to agree to drop
his attempts to capture Vail and end him instead. Loren closed his eyes, his
chest aching at the thought of killing his brother, his only family. He was
still convinced that Vail could be saved, but he was the only one who felt that
way. Everyone else, even his second in command, Bleu, believed that Vail was a
tyrant and deserved to die in exchange for the lives he had taken on the
battlefield, both by his own blades and by underhanded tactics.

Loren had a duty to his people.

The council took great pleasure in
reminding him of that and Loren could never argue against it. His duty was to
his people and he would do all in his power to protect them.

Even kill his brother.

He wasn’t sure he had the strength to do it
though. Whenever he saw Vail, he wanted to capture him and bring him home. He
wanted to save him and he hesitated because of it, allowing his brother to
escape.

Now, Loren feared that it was a fool’s
dream and that he would live to see his kingdom fall and his people suffer
because of his love for his brother.

Because of his inability to place his
people before his only family.

The council weren’t on the battlefield to
see what he witnessed. Whenever he met Vail in battle, they dealt each other
blows, but it had always felt as though they were toying with each other,
neither of them desiring the death of the other.

The times when Vail’s female were present
were different though. The witch had been present at many of their fights over
the centuries and each time Vail had been a savage, wild man, focused and
determined. The sight of his brother like that left Loren with the feeling that
his brother had completely lost his mind.

Whenever they had crossed swords without
Kordula present, Vail still seemed crazed, but not savage or mindless. He
flitted between attacking and retreating, as though he was split between them,
his mind torn in two.

Loren heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge
of his nose.

He still ached. No longer the ache of
arousal. The wounds on his body were healing but sore, a lingering reminder
that Vail was dangerous and had almost killed him this time.

Why now?

He couldn’t recall everything that had
happened. There were pieces missing and he had a strong urge to return to the
female doctor and finish finding out how she had come across him.

Not a wise idea.

Common sense warned that he really wanted
to return to her because he had another strong urge, the one that occupied his
dreams and had him rising beneath the sheets again.

Loren sat up and shifted his legs over the
left edge of his expansive mattress. He shed the dark purple sheets and rose
from the bed, stretched and tried to ignore how hard he was again. It was no
use. He had ignored it for two days and it wasn’t going to go away until he
found release. Many in his court would suggest finding a female to slake
himself on but he didn’t want a stranger in his bed, a female who would be
there under orders no doubt, doing her duty for the kingdom.

He hadn’t bedded a woman since long before
he had gone to war with Vail. He wasn’t going to start now. He wanted his ki’ara. His fated female. He wanted the
one destined to be his forever.

Kissed by a Dark
Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook,
Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find all
the links at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/kbadp

Books in the Eternal
Mates romance series:

Kissed
by a Dark Prince (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 1)

Claimed by a
Demon King – coming February 2014

About Felicity
Heaton:

Felicity Heaton
is a USA Today and international
best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books
she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense
emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly
vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot
demons!

If you’re a fan
of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena
Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your
angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you.
If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm
series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for
vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the
best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed
worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to
demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal
Mates series.

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