Supernatural meets Rock Star in this exciting new series. More than passion ignites when Kate, rock star/scriptwriter, is trapped in a haunted cabin with the hot Scottish actor playing her hero.
"Heckart gives fans a contemporary mystery/romance swathed in ethereal veils of secrets, lies, movie scripts, guitar solos, runes, second sight, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and spectral beings. The reader doesn't know where Awakening is guiding them, but the journey is definitely first-class."
Five Hearts! Whiskey & Wit
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Kane came up behind me, helped me remove my shirt, and then slid my sweatpants down over my hips. His growing erection pressed into my backside.
“Nice ink,” he murmured and kissed the half-sleeve scene on my right arm of a wolf head with bright yellow eyes framed by a crescent moon peeking through bare-branched trees and a Celtic knot pattern. Kane brushed his lips over the back of my shoulder, his tongue tracing the feathery-winged faery woman. “And what’s this? A belly ring.”
He stroked around my navel, eliciting pleasant shivers in me, and then tugged on my underwear. I took a deep, shuddering breath and exhaled. Here we go.
His eyes alight with desire, he clasped my hand, helped me into the tub, and climbed in facing me. A thick layer of bubbles floated on top of the water. I tensed and crossed my arms over my naked breasts.
“Relax,” he whispered in a rough voice.
Candlelight flickered over his features, an affectionate light glimmering in his eyes. He stroked my arms, coaxing me to open them. His gentle caresses plus the soothing hot water loosened my muscles and my inhibitions, and I relented. You can do this. When will you ever have another chance to have sex with a hot movie star?
“Sorry I didn’t have time for a Brazilian wax.” I waxed my legs but drew a line at my bikini area.
He slipped his hand down between my legs. “Don’t like them. This is much better.”
His caress elicited a tremor. “It’s a wider landing strip,” I murmured.
“And a very fine one it is.” His finger glided over my clit.
I shuddered, my sex quivering. “You must be used to bald eagles.”
He let out a low chuckle and covered my mouth with his, slipping his finger inside me and sliding his thumb over my clit with skill and confidence. Bursts of pleasure shot though me. This was a man who knew what he wanted and took it.
The five young women of Hecate’s Fury are more than rock stars.
They are Shadow-walkers, chosen to help the supernatural world.
There’s just one problem—no one trained them.
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