Heating up the Holiday with Mystery and Suspense!
By Selena Illyria
I’m so excited to announce my latest release. This is the
third book in the Draven’s Crossing series that finishes off the serial killer
storyline started in Tempestuous Crossings. I loved writing this story. I
always say that but this story really pushed me out of my comfort zone and
allowed me to try something new. I love reading mysteries and thrillers but
this was the first time I’d tried my hand at it. I’m so excited with the way
the story turned out and I can’t wait to dive back into this world as well as
further explore the writing thrillers and mysteries and combining the two.
Here it is, Draven’s Crossings: Hidden Diversions! I hope
you enjoy it.
Out Now at Purple
Sword Publications
Draven’s Crossing: Hidden
Diversions
Genre: Paranormal/Interracial
ISBN: 9781612920603
Novella
Blurb:
With so many distractions, can
they catch a killer before someone else dies?
Their passion may be the death of them…
Werewolf Chief of Police, Torger, is running into walls while tracking the
Draven’s Crossing serial killer. No matter what he tries to do, he can’t find
the clues needed to stop the terror that stalks the streets of his city. Things
aren’t helped by his attraction to dragon shifter, Draven City News Reporter,
Isadora Jones. With political pressure and bodies mounting, can he get through
all these distractions to the truth before it’s too late?
Reporter, Isadora Jones wants to help with the investigation into the serial
killer but Torger refuses to let her. She decides to do it on her own, but her
world goes upside down when the killer sets his sights on her. Under Torger’s
protection, they start to put the pieces together but will it be too late for
them?
Things go from bad to worse when another killer appears. Draven’s Crossing just
got a whole lot more dangerous.
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Excerpt:
Torger tossed and turned in his bed. He could smell her on his covers. Her
scent drifted around the room like an enticing trail he wanted to follow. His
skin burned as his muscles contracted. Blood flowed straight to his cock,
thickening the shaft. His balls hardened and throbbed with the need for
release. With a groan, he rolled onto his stomach. His mind was split into two
parts: one half didn’t think it was right to want sex much less have it with so
many bodies piling up, and the other didn’t give a shit and needed to feel
something good in a world full of crap. He didn’t want to think about anything.
He had the All Packs meeting that was coming up after the full moon. His mind
was abuzz with thoughts and lists. There were things he had to do and things he
had to discuss. Torger hadn’t met with his Beta yet, nor had he met the new
leader of the Branson pack after the old one had been ousted. Then he had to
make sure that Draven would get the old ones to meet with him about the killer.
There was Evanson to deal with, and he didn’t want to think about the shit
storm that could come out of accusing him of anything, especially not with the
man’s wife dead. Whether he had anything to do with it or not, the public
wouldn’t be happy. Muffy Evanson was a beloved figure in the community. If the
Representative had anything to do with her death, there would be chaos. He
needed to be sure, to dig deeper. Torger knew he’d have to ask Isy to dive into
the archives and see what she came up with.
The sweetest perfume drifted under his door. He snorted and sat up. She was
near. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. He saw a shadow move in
front of his door but it didn’t go to the guest room across the hall. He
waited; the seconds ticked by. Each moment like a drip of water on his face, it
seemed to last forever and there was no end in sight. He swallowed. His lips
became dry as his heartbeat sped up. The jangle of a hand on the door handle
rang in his ears. The delicate shells prickled at the musical sound. He waited.
His heart stuttered and then crashed against his ribcage in a heavy drum beat.
His body heat spiked as his wolf waited. Need coiled in the pit of his stomach.
He licked his lips again, hoping, praying for what, he didn’t know. All he saw
was that if she didn’t do something soon, he would. And then there would be no
turning back. Everything would change for them, and he wasn’t sure how everyone
would react or how everything would land.
As the seconds ticked by, her shadow remained at the door. The hand had
stopped jiggling. Opening up his senses, he allowed her emotions to wash over
him. He tasted the tang of hesitation with the sweetness of eagerness. All of
it was tinged with the bright spice of lust. Underneath it all, there was Isy’s
own unique natural scent. Not wanting to let the torture for both of them
continue, he called out, “Isy, you can come in.”
There was a moment and then the door knob turned. Her perfume and emotions
rushed into the room, driving away the stale trail she’d made before. It was as
if someone had turned on the sun in his room. Heat poured over him in waves as
she advanced into the space and shut the door behind her. Both of them were
covered in darkness and yet he knew she stood between the door and his bed. So
close and yet so far away as the cliché went. His fingers ached to hold her, to
feel the silken warmth of her skin and bury his face in her neck and inhale
deeply. Torger’s lips tingled with the need to kiss her, to feel her lips
against his and slide his tongue into her mouth and taste her. He wondered what
he’d find there. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.
“Isy? What’s wrong?” Torger knew what was wrong but didn’t want to come out
and say it. His wolf on the other hand wanted him to get up off the bed, strip
off her clothes, bury his face between her thighs and eat her out until she
came. His cock jerked at that urge. Heat flared along his skin, flushing
through is cheeks, down his throat, and crashing into his chest. Prickles
danced along his flesh as his nerve endings came alive. His sense sharpened as
his wolf came into play, pushing at its restraints, demanding that they finally
get what they’d longed for after so much denial. And he couldn’t move. Frozen
by his guilt as his responsibility pushed forward to the forefront of his mind.
Pack. Duty. Draven’s Crossing. Those words screamed in his head, and he felt a
tinge of shame.
No shame! His wolf cried out and growled at its master’s retreating libido.
His skin cooled as his heart went back to its normal rhythm.
“Torger. Shut up. Stop thinking.” Isy’s voice came out as a low, husky
command. Just like that, the fire inside burst to life. It went from simmer to
all out firestorm as Isy advanced toward his bed. How she knew about the war
going on in his head he didn’t know. Do dragons smell things the way other
shifters do? The question pushed back some of his doubts.
The bed dipped under her weight, which served to shove back more of the
pressure on his mind.
“Can you…” The question caught around a lump in his throat. It had formed
when he wasn’t looking. A nervous sweat began on his forehead. He felt large
and unsure of himself, like a teenager during his first experience. “Your
stress and frustration reeks. It’s time to put an end to that. Your doubts and
concerns won’t save the people of Draven’s Crossing and it sure as hell won’t
help you catch the killer. Now didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Her hands closed
around his ankles. He felt them slide up his legs. The cloth abraded his skin.
Even though it was smooth cotton, it felt a thousand times rougher than before.
He swallowed again, not used to this side of Isy. Rather than ask, he did as
she said and stayed quiet. He didn’t move or even dare to breathe without her
say so. His thoughts drifted away with her touch. She ran her hands over his
thighs. The scrape of her nails over the cotton intensified his sense of touch.
The blunted pain only enhanced his need. Desire crawled through his body as
blood thickened in his veins. Her unique aroma became his air. Each gulp sent
his head spinning and his mind drifting. He was lightheaded with her nearness.
“You’re going to let me take care of you. I’ll be handling your pleasure
tonight. You do what I say and want without a single word, understand?” She
placed a butterfly kiss on his stomach, so light it could have been the brush
of the wind for all he knew. Her humid breath told him otherwise.
Torger nodded his acquiescence. He let out a yelp when he felt her teeth
sink into one ridge of his abdominals. “No. Let me hear you say it. Tell me,
yes, Isy, I understand.” She lapped at the pained flesh with quick licks of her
tongue. Each lap pulled a soft groan from his throat as the pain turned to
pleasure.
“Yes, Isy, I understand. Please.” He reached for her, wanting to bury his
hands in her hair and pull her close but did nothing until told to. His alpha
male self went to war over giving power to Isy. It had nothing to do with her
being a woman or even a dragon. Everything in him was designed to take care of
people, solve problems, and yet he was rescinding control to her. He was
allowing her to take care of his problem, solve it for him and take care of
him. He wasn’t sure how to respond so he did nothing. Curiosity peeked out from
the wolf. It wondered how this would go, not in the least bothered by the shift
in power.
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