As we head into the weekend, we all need a little something sweet, don't we? I know I do.
Sweet Hell is my paranormal romance about the randy Greek god Dionysus and his beleaguered heroine, baker Josie Marino. These two can rile each other up like it's no one's business...and secretly love every minute of it.
Cannoli and coffee. Lust and wine. Loving a god can be Sweet Hell!
It was recently awarded the Two Lips Recommended Read award and a shiny 5 stars!
Read on for a little, sexy teaser...
Dionysus, Greek god of wine and theater, is the world’s original playboy. But lately, he has been restless, moody, and he knows something is wrong. His carefree and bacchanal lifestyle is starting to feel like one long string of meaningless, sexual escapades. Even worse, he is suddenly aroused by the idea of marriage. And to top it all off, Josie Marino, the mouthy, disheveled, and eternally annoying woman who serves him coffee at the local bakery, sets him on fire.
Josie, a Toronto baker of Italian heritage, is not looking for love or lust. Especially not with Dionysus Iros, the most aggravating, demanding customer she'd ever had to serve. With his rippling muscles and sexy, knowing eyes, he's obviously trouble with a capital T. Unfortunately, he's also the star of her every X-rated dream. She’s known players like Dionysus before, and one of them almost got the better of her. Josie determines she will not fall for his considerable physical charms, come hell or high water.
But Dionysus turns strangely protective when a sinister character arrives at Josie's bakery, and they can no longer deny their unwanted feelings for one another. They are forced to embark on a bizarre, sexually-charged journey to hell itself, which threatens to either change them for the better, or destroy them.
She slowly got up on her knees and pushed him so that he was leaning back against the trunk of the willow. There were quite shaded by its massive branches. Even if there were any spirits haunting this meadow, she figured they wouldn’t be seen by them. And, quite honestly, she didn’t care anymore.
Gazing into his surprised eyes, she began to push up the hem of his gorgeous robe, growing more excited with each inch of his exposed thighs. His chest rose and fell with sharp, quick breaths in response.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
She offered him a small smile, doing her best to look sexy. “What I’ve been wanting to do since the first time you ordered coffee from me. Since I first laid eyes on you.”
Her candid comment silenced him. His jaw shut, and he just watched her, his eyes wide with amazement and long-withheld lust. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she moved the hem right up to his waist and was gratified to see he went commando under that sexy toga.
No chance for padding there.
Nestled between his legs was the most glorious cock she’d ever seen. She’d suspected it would be big, but this was frankly insane. Almost too big, too thick. Would she even be able to wrap her mouth around it? But then it throbbed for her, and she changed her mind.
It was perfect. She couldn’t wait to taste him.http://www.lsbooks.com/sweet-hell-p535.php