Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell #3) by Gracen Miller
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: December 18, 2012
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Book Description:
Victory is hollow when fate maneuvers one as a pawn.
Madison’s mission is complete. Nix is rescued from Hell and her son safe from his dark destiny. But as she rests in the safe harbor of Nix’s love, her demonic husband warns of a murderous plot. Can she trust that it’s the truth and not another scheme to claim her for Hell’s throne?
Sometimes internal conflict can house our biggest demons.
With allies divided and prophecy heralding defeat, Madison gambles on Micah’s tenuous honor to keep their son protected. Torn between her heart’s desires and her dark requirements, Madison worries her hellish fate cannot be avoided. When betrayal comes from an unlikely direction, all their futures may be damned. In the darkest hour of Madison’s life, an undeniable providence will transpire. Who can she trust? And how far will she fall to defeat her foes?
Amid the rubble of defeat, will Hell’s Genesis Queen dawn?
Excerpt:
“I like the way you move, kitten.”
She took a deep breath, like she needed the extra oxygen to deal with
him. “Did you square away the
angels in Hell?”
“Yes.” Details weren’t necessary when they both knew he’d instituted a
brutal torture regimen for all of
them. “Dance with me?”
“To this music?”
“You didn’t appear to be having any problem.” He held his hand out toward
her.
She stared at his palm. Her expression was reminiscent of an individual
confident selling their soul was a
reckless choice but entering the deal
anyway.
“I don’t bite.”
Her gaze felt like an impact against his. “You did in Hell.”
He wrangled the grin under control. “Then I won’t bite.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Micah.”
“Why?”
A casual shrug when nothing about her body language suggested she felt
relaxed. She crossed her arms
beneath her breasts. “Nix says my idea of dancing
is sex with clothes on. He couldn’t tolerate it and if he
couldn’t….” She
trailed off and gaped at him as if she’d just realized she’d been about to
insult him.
Micah grinned. “I haven’t lived as long as I have without executing
restraint.” He stepped closer to her.
“I’ve controlled myself with you more
than any other.” Because she is my woman and deserves my
respect.
into his embrace…left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting
between her knees, gliding upward and parting her
thighs.
She bit her bottom lip. Her breathing grew shallow. The heavy beat of the
music thumped around them.
His pulse throbbed faster.
Hell’s delights, she felt fantastic against him.
“Relax,” he said when she remained inflexible. A soft wind would break
one of her bones. “I only want to
dance with you.” Like when they’d been
married, just a different manner of movement. This one more
intimate than what
they normally partook.
Her focus locked on his jaw, and she sharply inhaled when he slid his
palm down her back and settled on
her hips. He executed the first moves and she
followed. As if magnetized, they gyrated in perfect
synchronicity.
Author Bio:
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a "normal" person in southern society. When not writing, she's a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She's addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs.
Giveaway: (2) ebook copies of book one or two from the Road to Hell series!
Thanks for spotlighting my book on your blog!!
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Gracen
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