Destiny is an adventurous, sexy abduction story. Major Jack Travis is a daring Union cavalry officer and Emma Davenport, the woman he takes captive, the spirited daughter of a powerful Northern senator. The abduction isn’t what it seems – Jack’s not after ransom or secrets. He’s out to keep Emma safe from a scoundrel. He can protect her from the dangers that pursue them. But he soon finds out he's going to have a hard time protecting her from himself. Here's an excerpt:
Emma curled up on the porch steps beside an oil lamp and immersed herself in Cathy and Heathcliff’s story. She nearly dropped the book when Jack’s husky voice murmured in her ear.
He crouched behind her, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. The aroma of whiskey mingled with his natural essence in a masculine blend that tantalized her sense of smell. “So, tell me about these lovers, Miss Davenport.”
His voice seemed deeper, more raw than she’d become accustomed to, his words spoken more slowly in a sensuous drawl. His face brushed hers, prickling her skin with the stubble on his unshaven jaw and chin. “Do they live happily ever after?”
Emma felt a stirring in her core as she breathed in his scent. A lump formed in her throat, and she stared at the page she’d been reading. She shook her head vigorously as his shadow beard grazed her cheek. “It’s quite sad, actually.”
“Tell me more,” he whispered, sending a shivery caress down the length of her spine.
“They are hopelessly star crossed. Even though Heathcliff loves Cathy, they can never be together.”
“Heathcliff?” Jack repeated.
“Heathcliff,” Emma pronounced the name with solemn precision. “He’s English.”
Jack brushed his mouth against her ear. “Of course. He couldn’t be an uncouth American, an uncivilized barbarian.”
Emma wriggled around to face him. “Heathcliff is a dark and troubled hero. He’s utterly romantic. He continues to love Cathy even after she’s died giving birth to another man’s child.”
He traced the curve of her cheek with his finger. “Miss Davenport, do all the men in the novels you read wind up scarred or crippled or alone?”
She pressed her lips together, struggling to ignore the sensation of his touch. “That would seem to be the case.”
His fingertip made tiny circles over her earlobe. “Why do you enjoy reading about tortured men?”
Emma never knew her ears would be so sensitive to a man’s caress. She licked her lips and twisted away from him. “The characters are brooding and romantic. They suffer for love.”
His arm snaked around her waist, dragging Emma against his unyielding male body. “Shouldn’t love bring pleasure, Miss Davenport?”
“You shouldn’t…we shouldn’t do this,” she gasped, struggling to keep her wits about her as his heat and touch threatened to overwhelm her senses.
“Answer my question, and I’ll leave you alone with your tortured hero. Shouldn’t love bring pleasure?”
The note of desire in his husky rasp shredded her meager defenses. “I don’t know,” she whispered, feeling her voice catch in her throat.
“I think you do,” Jack persisted, moving his lips to caress her lobe as his finger had moments earlier. “Shouldn’t love bring pleasure, Emma?”
He spoke her name as a seductive caress against her nape. His mouth burned a trail along the thin line of flesh exposed above her high collar. “Answer me, darlin’. Or should I try to convince you that I’m right?”
She shook her head. “You don’t need to convince me,” she murmured. “Love should bring pleasure.”
He smiled, his mouth curving wickedly as honey-brown eyes raked over her. “You don’t sound completely certain, Emma. I do need to convince you.”
His hands cupped her bottom, drawing her so close she could feel his heart hammer against her breast. Emma’s softness cradled the rigid length of his shaft, her body instinctively yielding to the gentle pressure at the crux of her thighs.
His tongue traced a scalding line from the hollow at the base of her throat to her lips. Jack framed her face with his hands, teasing her lips with tiny kisses, until she whispered her surrender against his mouth and he upped the stakes.
“Shouldn’t love bring pleasure, darlin’?” he moaned against her mouth. “Tell me what I need to hear.”
“Yes,” she whispered against his lips. “Such pleasure.”
“You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are, do you?” His gravel-edged voice betrayed his need and something more, something far more powerful than the hunger of the flesh. Jack’s hands wove through her long mane as his lips laid claim to hers.
Emma was swept away, helpless to resist the intoxicating desire for his touch. She felt her lips part to accept him, felt the rough texture of his tongue against hers as he plundered her senses.
“So beautiful. So, so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “How will I ever find the strength to let you go?”
She gulped in a breath, intoxicated by the heat of his body and the gentle demands of his caresses. If only she could think of something other than the pleasure of being held by him, kissed by him. Possessed by him.
If you enjoyed reading this excerpt, check out Destiny at The Wild Rose Press. It's available in e-book and print. Here's the link: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/destiny-p-4018.html