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This or That
Character: Sorcha Linden from WINDBURN.
Angels or Demons: Demons. Definitely.
Vampires or Shifters: Hmmm…shifters. Love the animal within.
Left or Right: Left.
Up or Down: Up.
Pizza or Pasta: Pasta. Preferably linguine.
Coffee or Tea: Espresso.
Beach or mountains: Beach. With a cocktail on ice.
YA or Adult: So adult.
Rough or Gentle: The rougher, the better.
Knives or Guns: Knives. It’s more personal.
Reading or Writing: Reading.
Facebook or Twitter: What’s that?
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Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into
her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in
creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education,
and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in
grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant
inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she
fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings,
persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to
read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.
Find Juliette and her books
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Windburn
Nightwing #2
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No man can win her heart—until now…
In
the Gladium Province, the boundaries between humans and Morgons, the
dragon-hybrid race, continue to blur as a new generation surrenders to
long-forbidden temptation…
Sorcha Linden does whatever she wants
whenever she wants, and no one can stop her. Least of all a man. After
all, they’re good for only one thing—warming her bed. But then she meets
Lorian Nightwing, brother of Lucius. Seductive and iron-willed, he is
determined to melt her emotional defenses—and warm her rebellious heart.
The
beast within Lorian longs to cage Sorcha and mark her as his own.
Forever. Yet the man within also longs to protect her. When a stalker
starts leaving Sorcha suggestive gifts with cryptic messages bearing an
ancient blood cult symbol, Lorian’s dragon side takes over. With her
life at stake, Sorcha can no longer deny the love they share. But when
evil tracks her into the night, will she be too late to claim it?
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Excerpt:
Throughout our discussion, Lorian hadn’t said a word. He tapped his
forefinger on the glass-top table, an agitated movement. There seemed to be a
consensus of agreement, whether he liked it or not. Finally, he stood and spoke,
but not about the name.
“Ground-breaking for the site is tomorrow at ten in the morning. I expect you
all there as news teams will be covering it. I expect everyone on time.” A
malicious glare at me. “Dismissed.”
Willow and Belka gave each other a questioning look, obviously wondering how
our first meeting lasted all of ten minutes. Like soldiers, we fell out toward
the door. Fast.
“Ms. Linden. I’d like a word with you.” Hard, grating words.
I swiveled, catching Fallon’s sympathetic smile as he passed. Marching back,
I stood in front of Lorian. He said not a word, hard gaze meeting mine, towering
above me. Knowing he wanted privacy, Willow closed the door behind her.
I waited, back straight, chin set at a defiant angle. I only came to the top
of his chest, but it didn’t faze me in the least. I imagined what it would be
like to be covered by all of that hard muscle. His biceps and forearms flexed
from tension. Rather than frighten, I longed to trail my fingers up them to see
if he would relax under my touch.
“Ms. Linden, you came highly recommended, but don’t think because your best
friend is married to my brother I will be lenient with you. I expect my
employees to be on time, every time. Not one minute late. Not two seconds late.
Am I clear?”
I bristled. “Crystal. Am I dismissed, Mr. Nightwing?”
Sharp eyes narrowed.
Oh, yes. He caught the slight dip, the edge of sarcasm and defiance leaking
into my voice. Big boy didn’t like that. A wonderful shiver rippled down my
body.
“And another thing.”
“Yes?”
“Be sure you take a shower before you show up for work.”
“What?”
“I can smell a man on you.” He leaned forward, fury lining his face in hard
edges. “And I can smell everything you did with him last night.” Steely, steely
words. Oh, he was so pissed.
I’d forgotten about ultrasensitive Morgon senses. Oops. I opened my mouth to
make a snarky remark, but what could I say? He was right. And though it was none
of his business, I still didn’t want Lorian knowing I’d had sex last night. Oh,
hell. Nor did I want the rest of the damn team knowing. No wonder the men were
looking at me as if they knew a secret. I’d just broadcasted to the lot of them
my extracurricular activities. Heat flared in my chest as embarrassment swept
through me, a sensation I rarely experienced. My attempt to transform going-out
Sorcha into professional Sorcha this morning did no good, because they still
knew I’d recently stumbled from another man’s bed. A flush of heat crawled up my
neck.
“My private life isn’t any of your damn business, but I’ll be more sensitive
to your animal senses in the future.”
“My animal—?” he stammered. His eyes narrowed, jaw clamping shut.
“Why don’t you just stop sniffing around me?” He didn’t retreat when I edged
into his personal space.
“Trust me. If I could toss you out the door, I would.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
I tilted my chin higher, a clear challenge to Lorian. I tucked a loose curl
behind my ear. His intense gaze followed my hand, lingering on my cheek before
landing on my lips. I moistened them. Lorian’s whole body jerked as if he’d been
slapped. Wild eyes captured mine.
“Be at the building site at ten sharp. Don’t be late or you’ll regret it.”
I leaned over to grab my portfolio and bag, my breasts nearly brushing his
arm, but he moved just in time.
I whispered my response. “I’m shaking all over, Mr. Nightwing. Something
makes me want to be late so I can see what kind of punishment you’d have in
mind.” I shocked him into silence, then gave him my best bedroom smile. “But
I’ll be a good girl.” I swished toward the door, feeling his eyes following
every sway of my hips. “For now.”
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