Title: Astaroth
(Harbinger Novella
#2)
Author: Jennifer
Field
Genre: Paranormal
Erotica
Release Date: Nov
24, 2015
Abigale
Colebrook married a man she thought would sweep her off her feet and into the
lap of luxury. Only, the man he portrayed was very different from the man he
really was. Dark secrets lay within the Colebrook Estate and she finds herself
being used as nothing more than a pawn in Lairds' sick
games.
That is, until a handsome
stranger rings their
doorbell.
He was sent by Pesta to meet
Laird Colebrook and locate the legendary statue of Asher and Faye, but no relic
could compare to the blonde beauty that swept into his
heart.
The
moment he laid eyes on Abigale Colebrook, he knew he had to have her. And the
moment he kissed her, he knew no one would get in his way. It didn’t
matter that her husband was the very man he came to do business with, the very
man who controlled her every
move.
He was Astaroth, one of the
seven princes of the underworld, commander of forty legions, and the leader of
the seven armies--no one could take from him what he
desired.
She broke their kiss and tried
to pull back to look into his amazing eyes, but he pulled her head into his
chest and kissed her hair. He held her so tightly, she could barely
breathe.
“Do you still trust
me?” he whispered, his lips never leaving her head, his hold not
allowing her to move. He felt the slightest nod of her head and his arms fell
to his side, freeing her from his
grasp.
Abby’s
body shot straight up, a look of anger on her face. She obviously
hadn’t liked not being able to move, but it had been his only option.
Slowly, he saw the change in her features as her brain began to register she
was no longer safely in her bed. Her eyes darted around Roth’s
bedroom, from the ancient wall sconces burning on the stone walls to the heavy
drapes hanging on his ten foot
windows.
“Where…how…where?”
she asked, her eyes moving back to his.
He rested his hands on her
hips, feeling her entire body tremble. What had he done?
“We’re in my bedroom.”
She scurried away from him and
off the bed. Standing on shaky legs, she stumbled away from Roth, her brain
trying to process what had just happened. One minute, she was in her room, and
the next, she wasn’t
sure.
A knock at the door distracted
her from her obvious
hallucination.
“Go away!”
Roth’s deep and powerful voice yelled a moment too late. Sheer panic
overtook her as a large boar-like creature stepped into the room. Her scream of
terror probably resonated throughout all of the Underworld as her shaky legs
collapsed beneath her. Roth’s movement from the bed
couldn’t have been seen with the human eye, and his muscular arms
caught her before she could even hit the
ground.
“I said go away and
don’t disturb me again or I’ll have your head on a
spike!” He cradled her delicate body in his arms and carried her to a
black leather chaise near the window. Kneeling beside her, he lovingly brushed
her blonde hair away from her face and softly kissed her temple.
“N’anya, Abby, wake
up.”
After a few moments, her eyes
fluttered, and for a moment, a sweet smile came across her face. Then, the look
he dreaded—fear and hatred shadowed her beautiful blue eyes.
“What are
you?”
He kept his voice just above a
whisper as he spoke. “I’m Astaroth, one of the seven
princes of the Underworld, commander of forty legions, and the man who’s
in love with you.”
She
currently lives in Western Massachusetts and has a love for adventure that
makes her who she truly is. As an avid mountain climber & hiker it is
not unusual for her to be hanging off of a 5.9 in the Adirondacks or the Shawangunk
Mountain ranges. During the off-season of climbing, also known as winter, she
attends the New England Center for Circus Arts where she studied static trapeze
(think Cirque rather than
Circus).
She’s an only child
so has her mother to thank for her over active imagination and knack for
storytelling. Over the years she's written several short stories of the
"naughty" nature. But had never envisioned herself as a
writer. Just someone who enjoyed telling a steamy story from time to
time.
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