A brand-new exclusive excerpt of Keta Diablo’s new time travel/erotica/historical book CRADLE OF DREAMS!
About Cradle of Dreams:
Warning: explicit language and sex, including anal sex.
With visions of battle still fresh in his mind, Roane Bradfield returns home to find the woman he loves betrothed to another. He corners Kendrick Moreland at Dowager Huggins’ Grand Ball and whisks her into the secluded library. One way or the other, he will know the reason the duplicitous beauty cut him from her life when she promised to wait forever.
Damn Kendrick Moreland and all her lies, her beauty, and for every night he
dreamed of coming home to fuck her senseless. The only thing that kept him going during the war, kept him sane was the memory of her exquisite face. He should have died a thousand times like all the rest, but for some callous reason he had lived. In the darkest of times, he questioned why he had been spared. Now he knew, and what perverse irony. He lived through a bloodbath to witness her marry another? His deep, sardonic laugh bounced off the walls of the library.
Kendrick crossed her arms over her chest and withdrew a step or two. “You’re mad, and,
you’re . . . frightening me.”
How dare she stand there all pale and horrified? Her childlike vulnerability increased his
desire to protect her from everything evil. And fuck her. His balls swelled and his cock pushed mercilessly against his breeches. He had never wanted anything more in his life than he wanted her. Be damned with civility, propriety and her reputation. Not a soul would dare to speak out against his woman, and she would be his woman by the time they left this room.
Her eyes widened as she stared into his, a mingling of fear and expectancy. She wanted
him too; he felt it with every beat of his tumultuous heart. He stalked toward her, lowered his head and captured her mouth. Devouring her lips was laying claim to heaven. Velvety smooth, they moved against his. He didn’t have to force her lips apart to gain what he sought. The moment he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, she allowed him access.
Breaking from the kiss long minutes later, he held her back from him. “Take off your
dress. Do it now before I rip the damn garment from your body.”
“You’re not serious!”
“Oh, no? I shall count to three. If you intend to salvage the dress, I suggest you remove it.
Her fingers trembled as she slipped the dress from her shoulders and then turned around
with her back to him. His mind screamed. Soon she will be mine; heart, soul, and body.
Excruciating pain shot through his groin when her foot made contact. Contemplating the feel of his rod inside her, he had let his guard down, trusted her. She bolted toward the door, fumbling with the gown near her shoulders. Despite the pain, Roane lunged through the air and took her down by an ankle. He couldn’t allow her to walk from
Their bodies tumbled about the carpet, her kicking and clawing, him doing his best to
keep her flailing arms from scratching his eyes out. Near the settee again, he managed to haul her to her feet, turn her around, and hold her against him. Her breaths came in pants and a quiet sob escaped her.
Long moments passed and neither spoke. Finally, on a whisper her words reached him. “I
can’t reach the buttons.”
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Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the country on six acres of woodland. When she isn’t writing or gardening she loves to commune with nature.
Keta is a multi-published author in both erotic romance and gay fiction. Her paranormal novel, Where The Rain Is Made, was nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark. Keta’s books have received numerous Top Pick, Book of the Month, and Recommended Read awards from the top professional review sites.
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