Released by Desire E-Book

Melissa Stevens

• Herausgeber: Melissa Stevens
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

A stranger in her bed,  The man from her dreams But could he possibly be real?  Loneliness and desire have been Teya's constants for most of the last two thousand years. Desire for a man she'd only dreamed of and loneliness because she had no one to share her life with.  Then she woke to a man in her bed. A bed she'd slept alone in for years. Why is he there and what does this mean?  Find out what's really going on. Buy your copy of Released by Desire now!   

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Released by Desire

Melissa Stevens

Contents

Also by Melissa Stevens

Acknowledgments

City of Sin

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

The Light

Revealed By Desire

City of Sin

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Also by Melissa Stevens

About the Author

Released by Desire

Books by Melissa Stevens

Kitsune Series:

Escape

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Copyright 2017 by Melissa Stevens

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Editor: Mad Spark Editing

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Also by Melissa Stevens

Books and series from Melissa Stevens

Kitsune Series:

Change

Fight

Hunt

Live

The Kitsune Collection

(with Change, Fight, Hunt and Live in one volume)

WMC Series:

Escape

Jade's Peace

Risking Alex

Demented Souls:

Ruger

City of Sin:

Released by Desire

Redeemed by Desire

Revealed by Desire

The Dragon Chronicles

(with Released by Desire, Redeemed by Desire and Revealed by Desire)

Diamond Bridal Agency:

Justin

Sean

Alex

Pelican Lake:

Steamy Days

Smoldering Sunsets

Sultry Nights

Novels:

Robin’s Nest

Choosing Happiness

Acknowledgments

Thanks to my Dad, Wilmer Stephens, who patiently answered all my really odd questions about Las Vegas and Quetzalcoatl lore.

To my husband, Daniel. Thanks for all the support, eventually you’ll get to retire.

City of Sin

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When Dawn Comes by Ursula Sinclair

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The Fight by Savannah J. Frierson

Shameless by Taabia Dupree

The Eventide Hour by Ursula Sinclair

Redeemed By Desire by Melissa Stevens

The Sight by Savannah J. Frierson

Rekindled Faith by Taabia Dupree

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Chapter 1

Teya woke slowly. Something was off, but she wasn’t sure what. She tried to roll over, but an arm around her waist kept her from moving. Her eyes snapped open. She’d gone to bed alone the night before, as she had for several decades. While she might have a little fun, blow off some steam now and then, she never spent the night, and she never ever brought them home.

Her heart thundered as she lay perfectly still, wondering who was in her bed and how they’d gotten there. There were only two people who had access to her apartment. Neither Rachel nor Neo would come in and get in bed with her. Not to mention, she’d know from their scent if it were one of them. She took a deep breath, letting the mystery person’s scent fill her nose as she tried to place it. Trying not to disturb the person behind her, she eased out from under the arm and out of bed. Once clear, she reached for her red silk robe and wrapped it around her naked body like armor. Feeling less exposed, she turned around to see who had found a way into her sanctuary.

Damn, he was attractive. Dark hair fell long and loose around his face, with full lips and a thick fringe of lashes resting on high cheekbones. She had no idea who he was, yet somehow, his face was familiar. Something in the back of her mind said she’d seen him somewhere before, yet she had no doubt she’d never drawn in his scent in her long life. She would have recognized it if she had, but it wasn’t just that. She would remember the sensations his scent triggered in her body.

Her dragon gave a low growl.

Just crawl back over there and rub up against him until he wakes up. Her dragon’s voice in Teya’s head was something she had long ago gotten used to.

No, Teya thought back. At least not until I know who he is and how he got into my bed. She resisted the urge to back away from the bed. She wasn’t going to let him have any more space in her home than he’d already taken.

Tying the sash on her robe, Teya put her hands on her hips and considered how to wake the stranger. He stirred and his lids fluttered open to reveal deep, clear green eyes.

“Who are you?” She narrowed her eyes at him. He stretched, the sheet falling to reveal his naked torso, yawning as he went. “How did you get in here?” she continued, not waiting for him to answer her first question.

He blinked at her. “Teyacapan, it is me.” His voice was deep and smooth. It niggled at something in the back of her mind, as did the way he’d called her by her given name, one she hadn’t used in centuries. She frowned at him, trying to figure out why she felt like she’d heard his voice before, and where. Folding her arms across her chest, she watched him a moment.

“How did you get in here?” she asked again.

“Teyacapan, this is where I came to be.” He frowned and looked confused. “Why would I be elsewhere but with you?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are. And I don’t know how you got into my apartment.” She wished she were wearing more than a robe and that his scent didn’t pull at something deep and elemental within her.

“It is me, Teyacapan.” He spoke as if that should answer all her questions. His voice made her nipples tighten and heat pool deep in her belly. “Jericho.”

Teya narrowed her eyes. “What did you say your name is?” she asked slowly as she tried to remember if she’d ever told anyone about her dreams. She was certain she hadn’t.

“Jericho.” He watched her, as if waiting for her to say something.

“Who told you about him?” she demanded, taking a step toward the bed. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but it seemed natural to confront him.

“No one had to tell me, Teyacapan. I am but myself.” He frowned and pushed himself upright. “I am here because you have made it possible.”

She stared at him a moment, not believing a word he was saying. “However you got here, you can leave now or I’ll call security.”

With a sigh, the handsome man slid out of the bed.

“I was afraid this might happen.” He stood beside the bed, as if he hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. “But you’ll have to show me the way.”

You know who he is, now go make friendly with him, her dragon rumbled. Lose that silly robe and let’s have our way with him. Teya clenched her teeth to keep from speaking back at her other half.

“Can you put some clothes on first?”

The man snapped his fingers and a pair of loose, linen pants appeared on his body.

“Sorry,” he said with a wry smile and snapped again. A matching tunic now covered his torso. “I’m a little out of practice. Is that better?”

“Much.” Teya kept her face blank. Keeping her face impassive was harder than it should have been. She’d had a lot of practice keeping her every thought off her face and had long ago perfected it, or she had until he’d come along. Something about this man affected her in ways she didn’t understand. “Is that how you got in here?” She motioned one hand in his direction and gave it a little wave. “Are you some kind of djinni or something?” She turned away, looking for something more to put on before escorting the stranger out of her apartment and the casino she lived under.

“No, I told you. I am Jericho. I have told you many times that I am what was once called a nephilim.”

Teya stopped in her tracks. No one could have known that she had been dreaming of a man who called himself Jericho for the last several hundred years. While she can’t remember ever telling anyone about him, she was certain she’d never told anyone that he had claimed to be a fallen angel. She sighed. Maybe she needed to talk to him. Was it possible this man was who he claimed to be?

“Very well. Can you go in the other room and have a seat, please? I’ll be there in a moment.” She motioned toward the door that led to the main room of her apartment without turning back to face him then continued in her quest to find something more substantial to wear than the robe that barely covered her ass and was thin enough she was certain he could tell her nipples had hardened to tight, sensitive nubs. Stopping a moment, she turned back and saw him in the doorway. “Wait.” He stopped and turned to look at her. “If you’re really Jericho, tell me what your real name is.” He stared at her for a moment, his face giving away nothing.

“Hanniel.”

Teya’s breath caught in her throat and her entire body went cold. She stood for several moments, unable to speak or move. After several long seconds, she’d processed his response enough to react, but he was gone. Giving her head a small shake, she put on a pair of palazzo pants, a camisole, and an over-sized top she usually wore when lounging around her apartment. Once clothed, she felt more ready to face him. In the living room, she found the man who could only be who he claimed, sitting on the edge of the seat of one of the armchairs. His elbows were resting on his knees and his hands woven together between them. He was staring at the floor and didn’t appear to be aware of her presence. She watched him a moment.