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April 24th, 2010, 09:44 AM
My Lord Raven,–which was previously released as Dante's Lady (did I forget to mention it received glowing reviews from CTR?) was released this summer. You can find my contemporary romance at the following links:
http://www.amazon.com/My-Lord-Raven-previously-released/dp/144864626X (http://www.amazon.com/My-Lord-Raven-previously-released/dp/144864626X)
http://www.amazon.com/My-Lord-Raven-ebook/dp/B002QEC7P4 (http://www.amazon.com/My-Lord-Raven-ebook/dp/B002QEC7P4)

….I speak of a love that happens betwixt a man and a woman but once in a lifetime…

Dante Burroughs was unaware of the hidden promises whispered in the ancient phrase, or of the dreams that would torment him.

Unfulfilled dreams of a woman, whose soul had been promised to the Ravensmoors centuries past.

Kathleen Bennett knew the torment.

Dreams filled with the image of blue eyed man, whispering promises that were locked in her heart.

A time would come, when the souls of the past would collide….


“Have I plunged from my lofty pedestal, Kate?” The sound of his throatily intoned words filled the air, a swirling mist of enticement apparent in each syllable. “Has the hideousness of my past diminished any of the esteem you may have held?”

“No.” Her candidly issued response sent a tremor of unspoken relief running through him. She struggled to breathe, inhaling the spicy masculine scent radiating from him. Her body thrummed at his proximity and she swayed. Her heart thundered as his head lowered, the tip of his heated tongue grazing her lower lip and moistening the sensitive flesh. A low-pitched moan escaped her at the tentative touch and her lids fluttered downwards, her body suffusing with an all too familiar flame. Her hands slipped from the pockets of her robe and settled on his shoulders as she tried to remain steady. Kate floundered to suck in a wisp of a strangled gasp as the pressure of his lips brushed her jaw, leaving behind a scintillating trail of fire. Except for the gentle pressure of his mouth against her tender flesh, he didn’t place a hand on her. Kate felt an uncontrollable restlessness arising within her as his hair brushed her face, the unhurried descent of his lips along her neck evoking exasperating quivers of arousal.

“Order me to stop, Kate.” The murmured words were issued urgently against her skin, hunger evident in each syllable. “Tell me to leave you well enough alone.” Pulsating with need, Kate grasped at his shirt, her fingers twisting into the material as she rose to the tips of her toes. Dante exhaled deeply, the warmth of his breath inciting an excited chill to rise on her overly sensitized flesh. “Stop me, Kate.” He groaned, the weak plea issued into her ear. “Stop me and I won’t touch you."