Lea Barrymire- Wired in Sin Portfolio
Title: Wired in Sin
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
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About Lea Barrymire
Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rugrats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She’s slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life’s adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.
Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.
When Lea isn’t reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.
Victoria is a business owner, a friend and a succubus, the latter being something she despises with her whole heart. As she works to free others like her from the daily need to feed from sexual partners, she stumbles across her mate. Now she’s fighting destiny and the call of his lust, refusing to sate her need on the one male made for her.Dominick is a technowizard used to living his life his way. When he arrives at a business meeting and senses his mate, he’s intrigued. When she slams walls up around herself and refuses to even look at him, he goes on the prowl. He uses her sex phone business to get her attention, but can he keep her on the line long enough to capture her heart?
Then the voice. Oh God. The voice. So smooth and silky. It’d pulled a response from her body that she’d never experienced before. Arousal so hard and fast that it made her steps falter, nearly forcing her to her knees. Then his arms had been around her. Dark as night and strong, like steel. He’d carried her faster than she’d ever moved to an alley. It’d been so dark—not an ounce of light showed between the buildings. He’d murmured promises and temptations in a sinful voice, stealing her thoughts and stopping her denials. His lips had moved against her temple, stroking her heated flesh. Anything he wanted, all he had to do was ask, and she gave.
She’d allowed him to do things to her that only a husband should have been allowed. He’d penetrated her virginal channel with the skill of a master. Not a single twinge of pain had caused her guilt. Nothing had hampered the passion he’d forced from her.
Victoria shuddered as images and memories filled her mind. He’d had wings that had wrapped around her, caressed her like a second set of hands. They’d been strong and thick, hot against her skin. When he’d finished inside her body, leaving traces of his seed dripping down her legs, those same wings had pulled her close to his chest for a surreal embrace.A scream build in her chest. The next part…yes, that was the part she didn’t want to remember. The sex had been dirty, demoralizing. But the rest… The remembered struggle and pain pulled her from whatever dark, drug-induced world she’d been in. Her hands, clumsy still from the narcotics, battered at her chest. Bandages covered her ribs, hiding the damage that she knew was there. She needed to see if it was real. If he’d really opened her chest with a clawed hand and sucked her soul from her body. If he’d really dug into her chest cavity and manipulated her organs while he’d chanted words in a language she hadn’t understood. He’d marked her with symbols drawn in his own blood, then tortured her.