Saturday, July 17, 2010

A NEW Contract!

Repent in Love has been contracted to Ellora's Cave. I don't have an excerpt to post yet, so what I'm going to do is give you the part of Hope in Love where Uriel and Morta's fire ignited--neither of them have changed at all--the sparks between them actually becomes a bonfire!!

ENJOY!

EXCERPT:

Uri decided now would be a good time to call on the angel-general. It had been a while since he visited with Michael. If he was lucky, the Fates might be in residence. In particular, Morta.


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"What brings you from the belly of the earth?"

"Not happy to see me?"

"Uri, what do you want?" Michael asked.

"Damn, Mick, you still pissed off about Northridge?" It was worse than that, but so what.

"Northridge was the least of it. My concern came with Peru. Can’t you control yourself any better than that?"

"Hey, talk to the Father on that one. It wasn’t my idea. Earthquakes are not designed by me. I just carry out orders, man."

"And don’t call me Mick. I hate it."

"Sorrrry."

Uri had tried to get a feel for Michael’s mood. So far it wasn’t good. He couldn’t tell what the cause of it was, but a good guess would be Ramiel.

All the archangels were aware he was Michael’s favorite. They’d stopped fighting about it a long time ago. In fact, for most of them it was a blessing in disguise. He spent so much time worried about hope, the rest of them had free rein in their areas of jurisdiction.

Only one thing was on Uri’s mind right now. Low and behold. He smelled her coming. His timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Decima appeared with Nona and Morta in tow.

Yeah. He loved when a plan came together.

"Ladies, such a nice surprise." Uri beamed at the Fates as they entered Michael’s office. He faced them from his seat in a comfortable chair angled close to the desk. A ringside seat to watch Morta’s delectable ass swing across the floor. His teeth were on edge. Damn, he wanted a taste of that.

She was magnificent. Damn near six foot of pure sex appeal. Venus had nothing on this babe. Her long, straight, ice-blonde hair fell to her waist. He couldn’t count the times the curtain of it covered his dick as she went down on him. Her violet-colored eyes shuttered and sultry as they peered up at him through thick lashes. The way she would moan when he entered her from behind… Shit, enough.

It hadn’t happened yet, but it would. It was just a matter of time. And perseverance. He had nothing better to do at the moment.

As she crossed the room to join her sisters, his eyes ate her up. Closest to him, she stopped feet from his chair. His penis jumped to life and he did nothing to hide his or its delight at seeing her. Luscious pink lips were puckered and ready to take him. Hidden from view by the corner of the desk, no one could see but her that he massaged his hardness to a larger life.

She pulled her eyes from his and they drifted to his lap. With every bit of his power, he pushed at her mind. This could be all yours, baby. Say the word. He watched her cheeks flush.

Oh yeah, just a matter of time.

Morta glanced across the room as she moved to stand beside her sister Fates at Michael’s desk. Right near where Uri sat.

Of all the angels who could have been in presence, this was the one she hoped would not be here. He was a real bastard. And after the display with Osce, she’d never forgive him. Not in a million years.

But tell that to her disobedient body.

Even now the wetness poured from her at just the sight of his long legs stretched in front of him. He did nothing to hide the swollen member behind the zipper of the latest fashion slacks he wore. She wasn’t sure who would win best-dressed of the year, but it would surely be between him and Gabriel. They were both clotheshorses.

In looks, there was nobody like Uriel. She hoped the Father would not take offense, but this archangel looked like a god. In every way.

His broad shoulders filled the chair he sat in and his legs had muscles she thought could handle the weight of her, and she was no slight thing. Those arms would hold her hard and tight to a chest that rippled with definition. She’d seen him in his angel form. Uri’s shaft was blessed with length and thickness. All of which she desired more than anything else in the heavens.

She worked hard to mask the scent of sex that escaped from between her thighs. But she could do nothing to hide the look in her eyes as she met his. She was sure he’d know what she wanted. Uriel would be the just the one who could give her all she needed and more.

The scar that ran down the left side of his face only served to make him even more mysterious and handsome. How had he come by it? Neither of her sisters had the answer and the Fates were privy to everything. It had to be the Father’s doing.

His brooding sapphire blue eyes were covered by dark lashes that didn’t blink at the sight of her. His stare held her still for a moment as he ran his long fingers through thick hair as black as the bowels of the earth he protected. She watched, frozen, as his hand moved down to stroke his length through his pants. Uri did that for the effect it would have on her. She stared into his eyes and smiled at the words he put in her mind.

The great archangel of the Earth. The antithesis to everything Morta was. Uriel was darkness and she was light. And she would make certain for eternity that the two never came together.

But she couldn’t resist a little fun. It would be just between them. She melded into his mind and stroked his nipples with her tongue. Her fingers pinched the hard little nubs painfully. He gasped and the air flowed through her mind. After she gave him the feeling of her tongue and mouth savoring his balls, she squeezed them. She left them wet. He grunted with lust and desire in her mind. She let him feel the tightness of her pussy around his penis and sent him the vision of her taking him deep in her ass. That was all it took.

Uriel came in his pants.

Bitch.

Bastard.

This is a small taste of what you're in for!!

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

4 comments:

  1. I love Uri! I'm so happy for you, Joann! These angels are kickass :)

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  2. Thanks, Teirney...I'm psyched because I really enjoyed writing Uri and Morta's story.

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  3. ...and it was such fun to write!!

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