Author: Jolanthe Aleksander
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Eclectic Bard Books
Release Date: October 12, 2015
Things are not always simple or what they seem.
Daria McClaren is content. She has her dance school, her cousin Celine and the man of her dreams. Literally.
Iauron is uneasy. As the High King of the Fae, his chosen Queen Verisiel is calling to him, but he cannot find her. The court insists that she has crossed over. He is not so sure that is the case. He has explored every realm searching. Every realm, but the human one.
The race is on. Beyond the veil lie truths waiting to be revealed. Which one will have the courage to look? Will they be in time?
Excerpt from Beyond the Veil of Whispered Dreams:
Ian walked around the car, holding his hand out to her as he opened her door. Daria placed her hand in his, touched by his show of chivalry, though not entirely surprised by it coming from him. She stepped out of the car, and the heels of her sandals immediately began to sink into the soft soil. She stumbled into Ian and reached out with her free hand where it landed on his solid chest. Ian took the opportunity presented to him, placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her close so their bodies were flush against each other. She looked up at him, her iridescent eyes were bright and her face was flushed. She licked her lips. Growling, he resisted no more, lowered his head, brushed his lips against her soft pink lips, and captured her bottom lip between his teeth. She gasped. His tongue swept into the opening presented by her parted lips.
Daria stiffened, then melted against him. The kiss was scorching, igniting flames of desire that sent tingles to her breasts. Her nipples hardened beneath the chiffon of her bodice. A pool of heat settled between her thighs, her core throbbed and became damp, as if his tongue in her mouth had a direct connection to her center. Her heels sunk further into the soft ground. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck, glad that his arms banded around her. If truth be told, she didn’t think her legs would support her weight. Daria whimpered in protest as his lips left hers to travel along her jaw line to her ear lobe. His lips caressed, his tongue licked, tasting her skin, and his teeth scraped the sensitized skin of her neck. She tilted her head to the side, allowing for easier access to the ministrations of his wicked mouth. She moaned in pleasure when his hand wrapped itself into her hair and pulled her head back, further exposing her neck to his wicked mouth.
"Tell me to stop, álainn, or I will be tempted to take you right here with naught but the grass to lie you on, while I bury myself in your silken warmth.”