SYMPHONY OF LIGHT & WINTER
Symphony
of Light, Book 1
Publisher: Etopia
Press
Publication
Date: June 21st, 2013
One
woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.
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Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which
conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s
lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s
even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.
But ten
years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes,
her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s
still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His
lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance
with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his
destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but
despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save
him…
pearls' review
This book is still ringing in my ears and bouncing around my head. Linden and Cyril are a perfect match. Out of tune with the rest of the world, they balance each other, whether it's facing off to one another in an argument or making sweet music in the bedroom. Lots of twists and turns as they seek to understand their attraction to one another while fighting off a world that would part them and fighting against the paranoia that breeds distrust within. A supporting cast of hunky and hilarious friends, as well as enemies keeps this story from being simply a love story, and into more of mystery. A Symphony of Light and Winter is a great read! I definitely recommend it.
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Excerpt --Hot Kitchen Scene!
My amusement
was interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a
room with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it
wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at
his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.
Instead of trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him.
I was really starting to enjoy tormenting him.
“Good morning, Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”
“Grim. Ha! She called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.
Cyril didn’t acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long
time and looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me.
Cyril’s fists clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.
“I warned all of you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather
wrapped his words with a subtle menace.
“Leave them alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just
think things through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say,
of all your fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and
entertaining from my perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at
me even with his head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient
to him?
The next thing I knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter.
Cyril grabbed my ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and
stepped between them. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against
mine. It wasn’t his voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked
to myself but somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection
while communicating.
“You need to stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do
you really want them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them
off? I could toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want?
Maybe I should let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I
want you to think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one
who can keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds
and listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning
you now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how
angry you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I
need to take a few precautions.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was
this two-way communication? I tried to push him away.
He tightened his grip and his voice was in my head again.
“Stop it! Let me remind you that I have a special connection with these men.
Not only can I read their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try
to receive them. I know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of
course, is thinking right now.”
So that’s what Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.
“The thoughts that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn
star blush; every one of their little fantasies featured you.”
I giggled.
The voice growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and
angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better
understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over
there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable
time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth?
He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.”
I stiffened. That didn’t at all appeal to me.
“Thor seems to think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same
time.”
And he seemed so quiet and sweet.
“Sinclair wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the
while telling you how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would
look sprawled out on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton...”
“NO!” I yelled.
It seemed like a violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I
considered him a friend. I respected him too much.
“See, like it or not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it
pisses me off the most. He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this
counter, to lay my claim. Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck
you, which he finds exceptionally arousing...”
There was a momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was
angry.
“He then knocks on your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You
invite him in and he holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated
and humiliated you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He
wants to save you from me. But he knows he can’t.”
I felt the moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over
me.
With no more words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I
fought the rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in.
I wouldn’t fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of
losing myself. I was still way too angry to just give up.
His lips danced with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.
Was Overton right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be
able to stop him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think
I would.
He was gentle and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth.
With one hand he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the
other he reached up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic
and I became caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an
audience. He pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself
rhythmically against my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let
them all know who you belong to.”
Was he kidding? I hesitated.
He ran his fangs up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear,
“Say it. You need to say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand
drifted from my breast to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it
rested in the crease where my leg met my hip.
Somehow the part of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part
of me took a momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It
would keep me safe.
His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the
side to allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the
juncture between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his
cloth-covered cock.
“Yes, Cyril, I’m yours.”
With that, he struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his
bite passed and the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One
arm tightened around me, pulling me harder against his cock. The other
held my head while he sucked harder. Each pull he took was linked to the
sensitive place between my legs. He ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The
first wave of climax hit, tensing muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush.
This was new. He could do this just by biting me?
I shook in his arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his
fill. I was so caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and
growls that escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of
his hips, he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my
neck.
“Mine!” he roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his
head to lick closed the small punctures on my throat.
I threw my head back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head
receded.
Son of a bitch! I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen
counter!
I was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he stared back.
He nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no
one will dare touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take
anything you hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I
thought this might be more acceptable.”
I was angrier with myself than him.
He caressed my arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we
were the only
people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway
holding the keys to my car.
Cyril softly lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry.
I know I end up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing
those words from your lips...ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps
someday, you’ll utter them in truth.”
He placed his forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton
is right. Maybe someone should save you from me.”
About the Author
Renea Mason
writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance
caused by living in a house full of men.
When she
isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural
lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons
and three loving but needy cats.
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