Teaser Tuesday with Lynn Rush

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is from Lynn Rush’s Ruined from Crescent Moon Press!

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Book Blurb:

Bound by the blood contract his human mother signed four centuries ago, half-demon, David Sadler, must obey his demonic Master’s order to capture fifteen-year-old Jessica Hanks. But as he learns more about her, he realizes she may be the key to freedom from his demonic enslavement.
The only obstacle—Jessica’s distractedly beautiful Guardian, Rebeka Abbott. He must not give in to their steamy chemistry, or he will lose his humanity. But fresh off a quarter millennia of sensory deprivation as punishment for not retrieving his last target, he may not be able to resist temptation long enough to save what’s left of his human soul.



Excerpt
Copyright © 2011 Lynn Rush
All rights reserved — a
Crescent Moon Press publication
“One more dance?” She
focused on me, her lips puckered out. “That song was half-way through, so
it doesn’t count.”
“I should g-“
“Just one.”
She gathered me to her,
flattening her breasts against my chest. So close she had to put one of her
feet between mine so we could move. Her warmth seeped through her thin shirt
into mine. Hunger for her forced the air from my lungs. The demon demanded to
be let out.
“So, do you have a
name?” Her minty breath washed over me, and I put my hands on her hips.
“What is yours?” I
asked.
“Rebeka, but everyone calls
me Beka.”
“You frequent this
establishment?”
Her inner thigh skimmed my leg as
she leaned into me more. My hold on her hips tightened, keeping her core from
mine. The prickle of my demon sliced at my heart, urging me to pull her close.
My heart pounded and body tightened. I couldn’t handle much more touching
before I lost control.
“Yes. I’m here often.”
She held my gaze. “Tell me your name.”
“I am David.”
We swayed in silence, her body
dangerously close to mine, yet I absorbed every touch. I played with fire
remaining in her embrace, but for unknown reasons, I dove in further.
“Where are you from,
Beka?”
“Here. I was raised here.
You?”
“Nowhere special. Passing
through town.”
Her gaze inched down. “Just
passing through? How long will you be here?”
“Not sure yet.”
Her teeth sank into her lip
again.
I stiffened. That gesture with
her mouth was too much. “I should be going now.”
“Will you be back?” She
loosened her grip.
Frigid air seeped between us, and
I wanted to pull her close again. She felt like heaven against me. “I
might be.”
“Hope so.” She winked.
My gaze swept over her body,
taking in the soft, delicate skin held captive by her tank top. With each
breath her chest swelled. We hadn’t danced quickly, but she was winded.
A thin, black line of ink peeked
out from behind her earlobe. The beginnings of a tattoo. Possibly marking her
identity. Guardians bore a tattoo distinguishing them from humans. I drew in a
breath, strengthening my resolve to remain in control, and cupped her cheek.
She gasped and leaned into my hand like I’d hoped.
The fury of blazing heat
streaming from her face in my grasp threatened to distract me. My pulse
hammered. But I had to see the mark. A thin line followed the curve of her lobe
and disappeared into the shadow behind her ear.
Her teeth grated her lip. Must be
a nervous habit. But the action chipped at my resolve each time.
One quick taste.
I brought my other hand to her
face, the side with the mark, and curled my fingers around her neck, moving my
thumb behind her ear. Her hands cuffed my wrists, but not to push me away.
Instead her stare bore into mine like a freight train. The flashing lights of
the club bounced a coral, teal, and violet rainbow over her shimmering skin.
The people surrounding us blurred
into oblivion, and the music faded into a storm of muffled pitches and tones.
I concentrated on her shining
lips and took in the warmth of her body so close to mine. I wanted only the
sense of touch to be awake while I reveled in the silky texture of her skin.
For so long I’d touched nothing. If I was going to break my rules, I would
enjoy it.
Her hands glided from my wrists
down my forearms and up my biceps, sending a ripple of desire through my soul.
I could resist no longer. I brushed my lips against hers and tasted melon. She
heaved a sharp breath and clamped her fingers around my shoulders, holding me
in place.
Scents of lilac permeated me. My
heart hammered, and my demon pounded, wanting out.
Wanting her.
I turned my head, severing our
connection. Too intense. Must stay in control. She let out a whimper. I pressed
my mouth to her cheek and tilted her head.
I almost wished I hadn’t.
She bore the mark of a Guardian,
immortal protectors of the humans.
I drank Beka
in for three long breaths, knowing it may be my last chance to hold her close.
Because if Beka truly was guarding Jessica Hanks I would more than likely have
to kill her to get my Mark.

Short Bio:
Lynn Rush began
her writing career in 2008. She has both an undergraduate and graduate degree
in the mental health field and has enjoyed applying that unique knowledge to
develop unique characters.
A former inline
speed skater and mountain biker, Lynn has been known to test the limits of her
athletic endurance. So, when she’s not writing, she spends time enjoying the
Arizona sunshine by road biking nearly 100 miles per week with her husband of
fifteen years and going on jogs with her loveable Shetland Sheep dogs.
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