Title: Astaroth (Harbinger Novella #2)
Author: Jennifer Field
Genre: Paranormal Erotica
Release Date: Nov 24, 2015
Abigale Colebrook married a man she thought would sweep her off her feet and into the lap of luxury. Only, the man he portrayed was very different from the man he really was. Dark secrets lay within the Colebrook Estate and she finds herself being used as nothing more than a pawn in Lairds' sick games.
That is, until a handsome stranger rings their doorbell.
He was sent by Pesta to meet Laird Colebrook and locate the legendary statue of Asher and Faye, but no relic could compare to the blonde beauty that swept into his heart.
The moment he laid eyes on Abigale Colebrook, he knew he had to have her. And the moment he kissed her, he knew no one would get in his way. It didn’t matter that her husband was the very man he came to do business with, the very man who controlled her every move.
He was Astaroth, one of the seven princes of the underworld, commander of forty legions, and the leader of the seven armies–no one could take from him what he desired.
She gave him a nervous laugh… Did he make her nervous? Of course he did. Just look at him—he was six and a half feet of walking, talking sex. And that dream! She couldn’t get it out of her head and sitting on the picnic table like she had, watching him, hoping he would drop to his knees and reenact it…it was almost too much.
“No, you don’t make me nervous at all.” Lying was her only safe answer. She dropped her gaze to their entwined hands. She had never held hands with anyone, yet, with Roth, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
“I dreamed of you last night.” His thumb circled the soft skin of her hand as they walked, and he waited for her reply.
Her voice shook as she spoke. Had he just said he dreamed of her last night? “Did you? I hope it was a good dream.”
“It was the best I’ve ever had.”
“Really? What was is about?” He had more than her curiosity piqued.
“I’m not a kiss and tell kinda guy,” he joked.
Abby knocked her hip into his, knocking him off balance as they walked. “Oh, really? So it was a kissing dream about me. Very interesting. I thought you said you had a dream about eating your favorite meal.”
“Oh, I ate.”
He playfully swayed his hip, knocking her back, but before she could stumble, he had her in his arms, exactly where she had wanted to be. Even though she knew what she was feeling was wrong, she couldn’t help what he brought out in her.
She loved this new side of Roth; it almost seemed playful. The smile on his face as he looked down at her and their easy banter was a stark contrast to the lethal presence he gave off and the deep passion she saw in those gunmetal eyes.
In his arms, she had to strain her neck to look up at him. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart as he held her, and her tongue darted out of her mouth, running along her lower lip. Again, her mind thought of how good his lips had felt on hers when Laird had nearly caught them. And today, out here in the woods, they were alone, no one to stop them.
She currently lives in Western Massachusetts and has a love for adventure that makes her who she truly is. As an avid mountain climber & hiker it is not unusual for her to be hanging off of a 5.9 in the Adirondacks or the Shawangunk Mountain ranges. During the off-season of climbing, also known as winter, she attends the New England Center for Circus Arts where she studied static trapeze (think Cirque rather than Circus).
She’s an only child so has her mother to thank for her over active imagination and knack for storytelling. Over the years she's written several short stories of the "naughty" nature. But had never envisioned herself as a writer. Just someone who enjoyed telling a steamy story from time to time.
