Eve Langlais is know for her witty and sexy novella's. She is here today to promo one of her new releases Last Minion Standing and give a copy away. The Last Minion Standing just won my Scorcher award.Oh ye, hot alright, so don't miss out in wining this eBook.
Who will be the Last Minion Standing? All I said was I needed a minion, the next thing I know, I'm embroiled in a reality show with cameras following me everywhere. I should have told them not to bother, for I was ready to declare a winner-and get naked-the moment I met Drake. Shirtless and shoeless, in low slung jeans, I could think of so many ways he could serve me—especially in bed.
But, Drake, the super sexy dragon shifter, is after more than a chance to work alongside me in my battle to capture evil souls, he also wants to win my heart. But love is for weaklings, and no matter how much he tortures me sexually, I will not give in, even when he resorts to restraints and flogging. Mmm, bring it on-harder please.
A fun and erotic paranormal tale for those who like a shifter who's found his mate.
Excerpt: (18 & over please below)
And that’s when he appeared. He dropped down from the night sky, an agile hunk of male who made my jaw drop for several reasons. One, he wore only a pair of indecently low slung jeans, with no shirt and no shoes. I mean who came to a fight barefoot? This simple fact distracted me and turned on my lust, which in turn annoyed me. Wasn’t there an unwritten rule somewhere which stated like most restaurants, shirts and shoes must be worn to a fight? If not, I’d start a lobby for one because the amount of naked--mmm muscled--torso displayed was waaaaay too distracting for poor little me, who obviously hadn’t received a good shag in a while.
The second thing which made speechless--a state my dad would have found amusing--was the fact Mr. Hunky gave me a masculine grin--a naughty one which made me cream my panties--and said in a velvety baritone, “Run along, sweetheart. I’ve got this.”
Me, one of Hell’s most successful bounty hunters, dismissed with a smile and a wave of his hand. His treatment made me want to tear his pants off and ride him like a cowgirl--I mean, he’d called me sweetheart, how hot was that?--while at the same time making me see red. I’m gonna wipe the smirk off his face. Then I’m gonna kiss him. Then...
Caught in so many conflicting emotions, I’m afraid I didn’t react quickly enough and he took matters into his own hands--did I mention they were huge? He turned and gave me his back--which I’ll admit was almost as sexy as his front and which would have only been improved with a set of nail marks, mine of course. With an animalistic grace that would have put most predators to shame, he approached my target and engaged him in a slug fest.
Damn, did I need a fan or, even better, a really cold ice pack for my crotch. Heat suffused me as I watched him dance around a dazed looking Albert. I’d forgotten all about the bounty in my fascination with watching him move. Just like a man, lust made all the blood in my brain rush to other places and I think I might have drooled.
Mr. Hunky used no weapon unlike the scuzzball Albert who wielded a serrated knife, a fact which did not daunt my shoeless hero. His fists flashed and connected with solid thumps. The escaped soul reeled beneath the force of his blows, but no matter how well my hero acquitted himself, he couldn’t win. Souls couldn’t die.
Sucking in my stomach--scrawny I was not--I strutted over to interfere and send the wandering one back to Hades. I looked forward to collecting my reward for a job well done and as a treat for being hot, I’d bestow some of my pleasure on the treasure hidden in Mr. Hunky’s pants.
Before I could touch Albert and say the words to send him back where he belonged, my shirtless wonder said them, and with a dwindling scream of frustration--a scream I almost repeated--my new pair of shoes, umm target, was sucked back to Hell.
I gaped at the glistening skin on the back of my shirtless hunk, too angry for words--not to mention still hornier than ever.
He turned and faced me. With a sensual smile, he strutted towards me, and even in my pissed off state, I couldn’t help the arousal that flashed through me. He was fucking gorgeous. Built like an ox and at least six and a half feet, he towered over me. Slabs of muscle covered his impossibly wide chest and his arms where so thick I doubted I could get both hands around them. His skin was tanned and smooth while his unruly hair was black as night. Fuck me, I wanted him--naked, like right now.
A light glinted in his shockingly blue eyes and I wondered briefly what demon caste he belonged to, for this close I could sense his otherness.
I said nothing when he placed a hand around my waist and pulled me up to his lips. I wanted him to kiss me. The touch of his hard lips on mine sent an electric shock throughout my body and I clutched at him tightly, my knees buckling. His mouth slanted over mine, claiming mine masterfully. I gave back as good as I got, slipping my tongue between his lips to wetly tangle with his. I lost myself in the pleasure of the kiss. Unlike many prudes, I saw no issue with making out with guys I barely knew. I tended to live in the moment, and boy, this was one moment I didn’t want to end.
Plastered against his solid length, I couldn’t miss his erection which pulsed against me behind the confining material of his jeans. I ground myself against it, and he grunted in my mouth. He slid his hands down from my waist to cup my full ass and pressed me more firmly against him. Oh sweet fucking bliss. Wet didn’t come close to describing the state of my pussy and I couldn’t wait to soak his cock.
If it hadn’t been for the stupid drunken humans who came stumbling into the alley, I would have fucked him, right there against the brick wall in the alley. But I had a softer bed at my place. We separated, our breathing uneven, pulses racing and I opened my mouth to tell him to come back to my apartment so I could make him a lucky man.
He, unfortunately, spoke first and ruined my mood. “You’re welcome.”
I think my jaw dropped. I know I clenched a fist when I asked him tightly, “Welcome for what?”
“Rescuing you, of course.”
I gaped at him, then I lost it. “Listen here, “I sputtered.
Ooh, hot name, but I wouldn’t let his hotness distract me from my anger, lusty hormones or not. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I had things perfectly under control ‘til you decided to jump out of the sky like some underdressed Batman and take over. That was my bounty you stole.”
He scoffed at me. I know. I was surprised I didn’t kill him either.
“Please, a cute little thing like you a bounty hunter?”
I restrained myself from preening. Me, cute and little? Damned smooth talker. But pretty words wouldn’t allow him to escape my wrath. “Don’t you use flattery to cloud the issue. I was assigned this bounty by the Hellacious Office of Escapees.” More shortly known as HOE.
He crossed his arms over his impressive chest and my mouth went dry because all the moisture in my body headed straight for my pussy.
“Impossible. They put me on this case just today.”
Even overcome with lust, things suddenly became clear. “Medusa,” I snarled. “I’m gonna feed her snakes Ex-Lax for this.”
A rumbling chuckle made me break off from the swearing and various tortures I’d inflict on the slithery bitch. “What’s so damned funny?” I asked with a scowl.
“You.” His eyes glinted with mirth and his lips twitched in a smile which made me want to taste them all over again. “Say, do you want to get a coffee or something?”
Ha, first he stole my bounty, and then he thought I was going to let him ravish me. Hmm, on second thought, ravishment which included a lot of oral would probably go a long way towards appeasing me.
“I say let’s skip right to the something.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the street where we could flag a cab. I could have called a portal, but I really had this thing for making out in the backseat of cabs while the driver watched.
I didn’t drag my shirtless hunk for long as his greater stride brought him alongside me and his fingers weaved through mine, an intimate gesture I wouldn’t have believed of a big guy like him.
“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me your name before you have your way with me?” he asked, humor in his tone. “I’m Drake by the way.”
“So you already said. I’m Sally.” I replied absently looking up the street for a yellow taxi.
“Wait a second,” he said turning me to face him. “You wouldn’t be the Sally, would you?”
“Depends. Which Sally are you talking about?”
“The one I heard about. The one who’s put up a page on Hellbook looking for a superhero name and a sidekick.”
“Minion,” I corrected.
He laughed. I didn’t get the joke so I stood there tapping my foot glaring at him, my ardor shriveling with each guffaw. He kept howling though, so I finally had to ask. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“I expected someone bigger and badder,” he snorted, “not some cute little thing. And it’s not a sidekick you need, it’s a boyfriend to take care of you.”
“Well, when it comes to the position of minion or boyfriend, you need not apply. And as for not being bad enough, does this count?” I wear pointy toed shoes for a reason, and I showed Drake one of their many painful uses.
A cab pulled up as he hunched over gasping for air. I smiled at him sweetly. “Next time hands off my escapee. And in the future, wear a shirt, it’s indecent for you to gallivant around half-naked distracting those of us with serious jobs to do.”
I could have sworn I heard him laugh as I slammed the cab door shut. Not likely, only a madman would find humor in the pain I’d inflicted.