Here is the spotlight for Monique Marie’s second book of the Prince Eternal series, Sacred Blood.
Settled into a life of defending his boarders and protecting his pregnant Princess Vashti, Vladimir Dracula is loathe to leave the sanctuary of Devil’s Mountain. However, when Pope Eugenius and the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick III combine forces to destroy Vlad’s dynasty, he has no choice but to go after his foes.
Unbeknownst to all involved, save Pope Eugenius, Vlad’s death is not on his agenda. His is a more diabolical motivation. One that dates back centuries. His is a legacy passed down from Pope to Pope.
Caught and trounced to within an inch of his life, Vlad loses himself to a dark reality where he remembers not his Princess or unborn son.
Vashti must overcome her grief and the violent memories wrought by the Pope in order to bring her Prince back from the brink of madness.
It flowed like a river of lava across her flesh.
The air heavily laden with a masculine musk, laced with a wood-burning aroma, encompassed her naked body.
A heated breath whispered across her now heated skin. Her nipples peaked at the tantalizing touch of her faceless lover. She felt the moan building in her throat before she heard it. Fingers, gentle yet strong, entwined her long, black hair. The strokes, sure and soothing, smoothed the tension from her brow. Letting herself feel, Vashti let go of the restraints she imprisoned her emotions with during wakefulness.
Callused hands started at the soles of her feet and caressed a path over her knees, up her inner thighs to her womanly folds. Gentle, knowing fingers probed and separated her. A cool, sensual breath fluttered across her sensitive, exposed flesh. A soft tongue flickered from her well of desire to the tip of her engorged nub.
Del (God), what devil held such persuasion over her body? Vashti did not care. She widened her legs, spread her fingers in a mane of thick hair and urged her lover, begged him for more.
Her back arched. Her nipples hardened. Her hips moved in rhythm to her lover’s laving and breathig against her painfully sensitive lips. A climax was building from deep within. The climax heightened like a wave then crashed before she could claim it.
Then he was gone.
No! Her mind screamed.
Her swollen flesh pulsed with need. Her heated body flushed with frustration.
In that instant, her faceless lover thrust inside of her. A scream rent from her throat. . . . . ..
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