I love every book I write, but the Arcadians have a special place in my heart. When I created the world, I wanted it to be a place of ultimate fantasy. I mean, what woman wouldn’t want to want three alien warriors who are solely dedicated to making them happy? The Arcadians are strong warriors, who love fiercely and defend what belongs to them with complete devotion.
Raven’s journey to happiness isn’t an easy one, but as she struggles to find her place in this new world, she learns about herself and what it truly means to be loved. I enjoy writing strong female and male characters that can stand on their own. They don’t need someone else to complete them or to survive, but they strive to be better…and they do that by embracing love.
I hope you enjoy this new story as much as I did writing it for you. Everyone deserves love and a chance to find their own happily ever after. I wish that for all of you, and until then, reach for the stars and keep reading…
Raven Sanchez is a Chicago cop who has risen from the ashes of a painful past. Struggling with the disappearance of her friend, Raven seeks to find balance in her life, but everything changes when she’s struck by lightning and finds herself transported to another world.
Kings Savitar, Kadan and Tristan Akira have been searching for the woman who will complete their souls. Born in a world with a shortage of females, they fear that day will never come. When a goddess suddenly appears in the middle of their palace, they know she is the one they have been waiting for and claim her before she can escape.
Caught in a clash of cultures, Raven must forge a place for herself in this new world. When wills collide and legacies are unveiled, can she find a way to embrace being an Arcadian or will the fires of lust burn them all to ashes?
Raven lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving until she realized that the rain no longer fell on her as it had only moments ago. Without opening her eyes she took stock of several things at once. Warmth surrounded her and the tantalizing scent of food teased her senses, reminding her of how damn hungry she was. She heard the subtle shift of movement close by and forced herself not to stiffen in alarm.
She knew instantly, wherever she was, she wasn’t alone.
Gathering her courage, she braced herself and slowly opened her eyes then immediately squeezed them back shut.
She must have suffered some sort of head trauma in the fall because there was no way she could have just seen what she thought she did. She opened her eyes back up and silently cursed.
Son of a bitch…
She was either dead or crazy, and neither option appealed to her.
What a great fucking way to end her day…
“Son of a bitch,” Raven said again, this time out loud, not believing what she was seeing as she slowly sat up and took a good look around.
Clearly the lightning must have killed her because she sure as shit didn’t have the imagination to come up with the craziness she was seeing. Raven had always thought that she had lived her life with purpose, had done good work throughout her time on the force, but none of that seemed to matter.
No. She had been judged…and it had landed her in hell.
Taking in her surroundings at a glance, she saw she was in a large stone room, only the stone was a weird, shimmering bronze color. Drapes of silver gossamer fabric hung from the ceiling that reminded her of a medieval hall she’d once seen in a movie. Bright blue fire blazed out of large silver cauldrons set up strategically around the room. The air felt thicker here as if her lungs had to work harder to breath. Her body moved, but it was as if it were in slow motion, like she could bend the very air to her will. Everything she saw was brighter, more vivid, and sharper as if her eyes were being introduced to a new spectrum of colors.
Dozens of tables were set up around the large room. She had obviously landed smack-dab in the heart of some sort of celebration and the room was filled with…
She was so seriously screwed…
Fear was a living, breathing entity within her as she finally focused on the inhabitants of the hall. The room was filled with what could only be described as seven foot tall, glowy-eyed demons, all with dark hair and bronzed skin. She saw several beautiful female demons dressed in transparent, jeweled-tone dresses scattered around the hall, but the females were completely outnumbered by the male demons that dominated the room.
Sweet Jesus, they were all big bastards.
The males all wore varying shades of dark leather pants and brightly colored shirts made of a shimmering material she had never seen before. Several of them wore belts with actual swords hanging down the sides of their legs. They surrounded her from all sides, all staring at her, frozen in what seemed like shock at her sudden appearance.
Or she should say, had been shocked.
She had seen lust in the eyes of men far too often not to notice the change that occurred in several of the male demons closest to her. They shifted their large, muscular frames as if preparing to pounce on her to rip her to pieces or for other purposes she’d rather not think about.
Yep, she was seriously screwed.
Raven slowly shifted to a crouched position where she’d have better access to the weapon she was eternally grateful she still felt strapped to her hip. The whisper of movement behind her in the silent room had her bracing then a low growl had her turning her head and freezing in fear. She was situated at the base of a few wide steps leading up to a raised platform and when she looked up…
She really was dead and hell had two rulers, not one.
The sight of the two male demons on their feet behind the head table had her eyes going wide with terror. Obviously brothers, both of the demons in charge were frighteningly beautiful with strong chiseled jaws, high cheekbones, and tempting full lips made for kissing. They were almost identical, with long brown hair that flowed loose around their shoulders with two braids at the sides of their temples. They both wore black leather pants with silver tunics that were an interesting contrast to their glowing golden eyes. Their powerfully built frames were tight with tension and their eyes were locked onto hers like laser beams, making it impossible to look away from them.
They were warriors, strong and lethal.
Raven felt her heart thud in her chest as she fell deeper into the intimate connection she had with the two of them. It was strange. She’d never reacted to a man this way, let alone two men at once. No, they weren’t men, they were demons. How in the world could she be attracted to demons? She was still scared shitless, but she was also…aroused? That was until one of them opened his mouth and growled at her.
The demons had fangs!
Savitar pulled back, his face a savage look of hunger. “Step out.”
Raven placed a hand on his shoulder as she did what he asked. She felt exposed, vulnerable standing in front of him naked, and yet she had never felt so sensual or powerful before. He made her feel like a goddess as his gaze burned over every inch of her skin. She took a step back as he slowly rose to his feet. She wanted to touch him, to taste his golden skin. This was madness. She was in a strange land with a man she barely knew, but it was as if this was what she had been looking for her whole life.
Being with him just felt…right.
Going on with the urge, she pulled at the fastenings of his leather pants, wanting to see all of him. Her heart thudded in her chest as his massive erection sprang free then gulped.
Raven all but gawked at his enormous cock that jutted out from between his thighs. The hard shaft was lined with veins that she could almost see throbbing under the skin and a pearly drop of liquid leaked from the bulbous head. It was safe to say that she had never seen a cock that size. She couldn’t imagine that giant stalk being shoved inside her without a whole lot of pain. She was good with a little twinge but that thing was like a weapon of torture.
Houston, there was definitely a problem.
“That…you…it… Good god, Savitar! I don’t think this is going to work.”
Savitar frowned as he stared down at her small figure. Her body was perfect, with full breasts and strong muscle tone beneath soft, smooth skin, but she was tiny compared to him. “You are small, but the Gods would not have given you to us if you could not take us.” He quickly removed the rest of his clothing until he stood naked in front of her.
Sweet Jesus. He was big all over.
No, not big. Massive. “I—”
His eyes sharpened on her. “Have you changed your mind?”
Raven blew out a breath. “No. I still want you but that”—she waved her hand at his straining erection—“is pretty damn intimidating.” She yelped as he picked her up.
“Come, we shall do this in the water where it will help ease my way inside you.”
He quickly carried her over to the pool and slowly lowered both of them into it. The water was strange and Raven let out a sigh at the soothing feeling the water produced. It was thicker, almost gel-like and instantly took away the lingering ache caused by the lightning strike earlier.
Savitar released her legs, letting her slide down his body. She automatically wound them around his hips, making him growl as she rubbed his engorged flesh between their stomachs. He captured her lips in another heated kiss, making her moan with need. She started to raise herself up so she could impale herself on him but he stopped her as he pulled back.
She frowned at his serious expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked softly as she ran her hand through his hair.
“I should have brought some trela oil with us to help ease your body open, but I never dared to dream you would mate with me when I brought you here.” He lifted her body to sit her on the stone edge of the pool and shoved her thighs open so he could fit his big body between them. “I need to make sure you are ready for me.”
“I am ready,” she swore. “I want you.”
“Not yet, but you will be,” he growled.
His eyes flickered down to her pussy and Raven fought not to squirm under his intense gaze. She’d never had a man study her privates so closely and it was making her feel awkward. She could feel how wet she was and watched as his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her desire for him.
Savitar’s cock jerked as he looked at his mate’s pussy. The women of their world had pale skin, even on the inside of their pussies and Arcadian women would never think to remove the hair from their intimate flesh. He was fascinated by the small strip of hair that lay on the mound above her core. He had never seen anything more beautiful than the pretty pink flesh of Raven’s pussy.
Growling, he forced himself to go slow. He explored her bare pussy with two of his large fingers, careful not to hurt her. Looking up at her to find her watching him, he pushed one of his fingers inside her tight, slick channel. The look of pleasure on her face was almost enough to make him come. He was holding onto his last thread of control and knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Without further warning he spread her thighs wider and buried his head into her pussy. She cried out as he stabbed his tongue into her tight hole over and over again, sucking and licking up her juices. He growled at the sweet taste of her, wanting more. Focused on bringing her the ultimate pleasure, he shoved his fingers deep, stretching her pussy open as his mouth moved to suck on her clit.
Raven felt Savitar’s hand grip her thigh tight, holding her in place as her body exploded. Her entire body shook with her release and she threw her head back as the ecstasy consumed her.
Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and is the author of the IAD Agency and Arcadian series. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.
An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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