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by J. Lee Roberts
Catalina, Queen of the Nightlings Book Two
Adventures of a sexy seductress
Witches, shifters, and shamans. Oh my… Catalina is at it again, and as always, no one is off limits. Strong, smart, and sexy, the Queen of the Nightlings is all but invincible. All except for one little weakness—twins.
Deep in the heart of the jungle an ancient power calls. As Catalina searches for its source, she discovers a lost Viking warrior washed ashore after a sudden squall. Although she is forced to abandon her prey, Catalina knows she will never get over the mysterious stud without at least one little taste. Trouble is—while the Cat was out to play, tall, blond and handsome has gotten away.
The journey is only beginning when she finds her prize has been captured by a crafty coven. Catalina may be a monster, but what the witches have in store for the warrior is downright evil.
Join Catalina, if you dare. Read along, as the sexy succubus seduces her way out of yet another steamy adventure.
Reader Advisory: Be forewarned, the story within, contains X-rated tales of a Nightlings, naughty escapades.
Genre: Erotic Urban FantasyPurchase links: Luminosity Amazon ARe Google Kobo B&N
Content/Theme(s): Succubus, Shifters, Witches, Viking, Menage, BDSM, D/s, M/F, F/F/M, F/F/F, Romance
Release Date: November 27, 2014
Publisher: Luminosity Publishing
Excerpt & More
Before me, a living Greek god stands poised to rapture me—well, actually he only looks like one. You would think I would be ecstatic. You would be wrong. I do love him, more than I have ever loved any creature on this earth. It’s what comes with him that I don’t like.
Yes, he is tall, gorgeous, totally ripped and if I may, a world-class fuck. The problem is, he is also extremely ambitious, and remarkably ruthless. I know he wants to reclaim the throne—our throne. In our world, the world of things that go bump in the night, the queen rules. Dorian cannot claim his title without me, and I have no intention of going down that road.
Not again, and definitely not now.
I am perfectly content, living the life of a prim shopkeep. I get to travel, hunt, and be normal, relatively. No one comes to me with territorial problems, or land disputes. I haven’t even had to slaughter an army in centuries, and I like it that way.
Still, how does one such as myself turn down a sexual fantasy, offering himself up to me? Maybe we could just go a few rounds; then he will leave me be. Not likely. The last time Dorian and I found ourselves alone, we locked ourselves into a room for twenty years. It was only the chance appearance of a traveling salesman that broke the spell. It was all my fault. After one glance at my physique, the salesman’s hormone production went wild, which in turn, shattered our perfect, isolated existence.
Dorian and I had been surviving off the chemicals produced during our endless sexual debauchery. You see, I have fangs and I suck blood. No, I am not a vampire. I filter the hormone oxytocin from the human blood I ingest; then I pump the blood back in. Waste not, I always say. Oxytocin is produced when you feel aroused or passionate. I can acquire the vital chemical many ways; extraction from the blood stream, drinking sexual fluids, yum, or I can produce it myself during sexual intercourse.
Believe me, Dorian had been fulfilling my sexual desires, but I am a true connoisseur of diversity, and I had been solely living off Dorian’s fluids for entirely too long. Just the scent of the stranger’s hormones broke the spell. As we copiously fed off him, it awoke the woman I wanted to be. Unfortunately, the salesman didn’t make it, which is not the norm, at least not for me. Fortunately, I woke from the sexually induced haze.
Now I don’t have proof, but I think Dorian was attempting to weaken me, trying to break my resolve so I would join him on the throne. He would never admit to such treachery, but I wouldn’t put it past his gorgeous ass to do so. Either way, once my head was clear, I thanked him for the laughs, and got the hell out of “Dodge.” I have been cleverly avoiding him ever since. He is my addiction, perfect for me in every way, well almost. Now, the question is, how do I get away from him this time?
I know I asked for this. I mean, I literally asked for it when I taunted Dorian into claiming his cuff link. What was I thinking? If I had a dick I could at least blame it on that. What I do have is an insatiable desire for all things sexual, sensual, dirty, and naughty. Damn I’m doing it again. I can’t even talk myself out of a situation, without first getting myself all worked up.
Okay Cat, think. I ruled for over a thousand years, I’m sure I can get one hunk out of my house without incident. But why no incidents? Maybe just one go around… Stop. Just walk away. Shit, he’s in my house. Okay, maybe I can get him to leave.
“Wait, Dorian. This is not what I want.” I withdraw from my animalistic crouch so he can see I’m being serious.
“I can smell you are getting wet, Catalina. This is exactly what you want, what you need.” Dorian stands inches from me, smoldering in all his exquisite hotness.
“I don’t think you ever honestly cared what I really needed, Dorian.”
He steps dangerously close. “How can you say such cruel things. I know exactly what you need, and it’s me. Just like I need you, like we both need each other. If I remember correctly, it was you who delivered me into this world. Now you’re saying you don’t want me to be a part of it?”
“I’ve told you, I’m not ready for the type of relationship you want.” I take a small defensive step back.
“Why can’t we have just a little fun? I’ve come all this way.”
“I didn’t ask you to find me, Dorian.”
“You wanted me a moment ago. What’s changed?” He’s teasing me, like always. He runs his strong, firm hands up my bare arms. He knows that he is driving me crazy and wildly horny with his touch. “What about at the duchesses’ ball, you said you liked playing my games? You all but challenged me to find you.”
“You’re right, I did encourage you, but in my defense I was all worked up, and not thinking clearly.”
“Thinking clearly is overrated, Kitty Cat. Let me ease your mind, let me love you, seduce you. Let me do all the work. I’m not asking for a lifetime. I know you’re not ready for that yet. I only want one night. After that, you can do with me as you will. I only request that you please be gentle. A man’s heart can only be broken so many times.”
Shit. Why does he have to be so damn hot, and romantic? It’s already taking every inch of resolve that I can muster not to jump his incredibly delicious bones this very second. There is no way I’m going to be able to pass up his offer, but if I can have him on my terms. If I can take complete control; then maybe, just maybe, I can get what I crave, and then give him the boot. After all, I do have to get back to work in the morning. I just don’t have the time to spend another twenty years locked in a sexual embrace with this man. It is tempting however.
“Okay, Dorian, one night, but not here.”
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