His thirst for vengeance. Her desire for his touch. Their chase through eternity.
“Kenzi” Katherine MacKenzie is being hunted by Duncan Munroe. For four hundred years he has searched for her, their immortal baobhan sith bodies immune to age, her crime against him driving his thirst for vengeance. His need to be free of the sith curse.
But what he discovers when he captures her—what they both discover in each other—upends their centuries-long chase into something far greater. Something frightening.
Duncan: Kenzi, whose office is this? I thought we were meeting Charles and—
Kenzi: Oh, I know that scowly-face, big man. Now don’t be mad—
Duncan: Little one, what did you do?
Kenzi: —but I thought it was time we told our story a little more. You know your face might freeze that way if you keep frowning at me like that.
Duncan: Tell our story? To a human?
Kenzi: Tori isn’t just a human—
Duncan: She’s sith?
Kenzi: Oh goodness! Put the gun away, silly man! Of course she’s not sith. She’s— Ah, here she is now. Tori Carson, meet Duncan Munroe.
Tori: Whoa! You weren’t kidding when you said he was big, Kenzi!
Kenzi: Down, girl. Duncan, my love, met Tori Carson, our host for today. Now please stop frowning, darling man—this will be painless. Tori is a well-known author, and a good friend—she and I have been chatting on Facebook for awhile now. You can trust her.
Tori: Pleased to meet you, Duncan.
Duncan: Ms. Carson. Kenzi, are you sure—?
K: Of course.
T: Please have a seat, both of you. Though I’m not sure my couch will hold Duncan. Just how tall is he?
K: Six-four, two hundred fifty seven pounds. All of it rock-hard muscle. Yum!
T: You sound very proud of— Ah, you’re just going to sit in his lap, then, I see.
K: Whenever I get the chance—it’s a nice lap.
T: But do you need to wiggle?
T: Er, perhaps we should get started.
D: Ms. Carson—
T: Tori, please.
D: Very well. Tori. What is it you hope to gain from this today?
T: My readers are curious about the two of you, and want to know more about you. For example, what would you like them to take away from the story of your adventures?
K: That first of all, it was how Duncan and I met and fell in love. The pesky adventure part kept interrupting our fuc—
D: Little one!
K: Oops! Sorry! You know how we sith are, Tori—if it’s not blood-drinking, it’s sex. But Duncan gets a little uptight when I swear. For someone who’s done all the deliciously naughty things to me that he’s done—
D: LITTLE ONE!
K: Uh-oh, I’m in trouble now. I’m guessing I’m getting a spanking when we get home, my love?
D: At least one.
K: Don’t let his grumping fool you, Tori. Duncan is the sweetest, kindest, most loving man on the face of the earth. When he isn’t tearing the heads off of murderous sith to save humanity, of course.
T: Um, okay. Speaking of that, is there any one action that either of you would have changed if you could have?
K: Killing Demetrios, my love?
D: Killing Demetrios, sweetheart. Much, much sooner.
T: Who is Demetrios?
K: The most vile, most evil, oldest sith in existence. Our mortal enemy.
D: And your old Master.
K: Now you know I don’t think of him like that, Duncan Green-eyed Munroe. Vile, that’s how I think of him. Ick.
T: Speaking of green eyes—
D: Yes, Kenzi’s eyes are beautiful, aren’t they?
K: Stop, big man! You’ll make me blush.
T: But what color are yours, Duncan? They kind of give me the chills—
K: Azure. A shade you’ve never seen, I bet, Tori. Spooky, huh?
T: I’ll be seeing them in my dreams tonight, I think.
K: You should see them when they turn black. Usually right before he throws me on the bed and—
K: Oh. Oops again. Now don’t growl at me, sweet man. Though you know what that does to me—
T: Moving on, quickly. How did you feel about having your story told?
D: Do you mean the archival record for the hunter Council? Kenzi, how does she know about that?
K: I told her. Oh, there goes that frown again. Duncan, my darling, I swore her to secrecy. You should hear some of her secrets.
T & D: Kenzi!
K: Uh-oh. I’m really going to get it tonight, aren’t I?
D: I may not wait that long.
T: Well, speaking of that archival record, did the archivist take any liberties with your story? Anything you’d like to correct?
D: I’m not quite as noble as I was made out to be—
K: You most certainly are, Duncan Munroe! If anything, the archivist underplayed your decency. Tori, did you know that he took a bullet for me? I mean that literally. He actually stepped in front of a bullet for me.
T: Wow. He seems okay now.
K: But it was close. I almost lost him.
D: Little one, please don’t cry. It’s over now.
T: Do you regret doing that, Duncan?
D: Of course not. I will protect Kenzi to my last breath, in whatever way she needs my protection.
K: I do wish I had been braver sooner, though.
D: My love, you were amazing all the way through. And especially when the time came—
T: What did you do, Kenzi?
K: Um, it’s kinda hard to explain. The archivist covered it pretty well at the end of the third archive record, though. Don’t you think so, big man?
D: That was where I thought I’d lost you.
T: What surprises you most about Kenzi, Duncan?
D: Her capacity for love.
K: Mmm-hmm. I’m blushing again. Tori, Duncan lived in a very dark world for more than four centuries. Every day he fought the sith, he and his men standing between them and the end of humankind. If anything, it’s his capacity for love that astonishes me. How he was able to find a place in his heart for me, when he had hunted for me for four hundred years for what I did to him, what I Made him into—
D: No tears, darling. You know I took one look at you, and could not behead you.
K: Yes, sweet man. Thanks again for not killing me that day.
T: Was that the moment you knew you were in love?
K: I knew it four hundred years ago.
D: The moment I looked at Kenzi— That was the moment my dark existence ended, and my true life began. She is my life. And she has my love and protection for as long as she wants it.
K: Which is forever. Ooh, I love it when you talk like that, big man.
D: You bring it out in me, little one.
T: The wiggling again. Okay, thank you two for coming in. I’m sure my readers enjoyed your— Now seriously, if you’re going to do that, at least give me a moment to leave the room. Sith! I mean, really.
Want to learn more? I knew you did. Check this out!
Here’s an excerpt from “Born of Desire and Blood: Book One of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy”, an erotic paranormal D/s romance with a variety of delightfully naughty perversions that Duncan and Kenzi–my hero and heroine–get up to.
In the following snippet, Duncan is giving chase across the Northern California hillsides on a moonlit night, and is about to capture an impish and naughty Kenzi.
And by the way, Duncan and Kenzi are special, in an immortal, nearly-invulnerable sort of way: they are baobhan sith.
Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books
Kenzi rocketed up a hill in front of him, and the incline did not slow her at all. Duncan followed, again closing the gap. She wasn’t going to escape this time!
His erection strained at his jeans, and he longed to remove them and allow his brute complete freedom. But first, he would capture his prey and strip the remaining shreds of cloth from her glorious body.
He wanted to devour her. He wanted to slide his tongue across her throat, stopping at her pulsating vein, just long enough to make her wonder, Will he?, and then glide wet and hot across her graceful collarbone, down her chest, to her swollen breasts…
He was almost upon her.
“Hi, Kenzi,” he said from three feet behind her.
He heard her gasp, and she tossed a look over her shoulder. “No, you don’t!” she laughed. Like before, she darted to the side, but he was there.
Kenzi stumbled in confusion, but stayed on her feet, still running. He knew what she was wondering—how could he be in three places at the same time?
He would teach her the trick later, but now—
He waited, and she flitted to her right, away from one of the many Duncans that seemed to surround her. And right into his waiting arms.
“Hello, my darling,” he said, scooping her up into his arms and running towards the top of the hill, where a giant boulder lay half–buried in the soil.
Kenzi gasped a huge breath, her eyes locked on his in amazement as he carried her. Her heart, so relaxed during her run, now threatened to pound from her milky chest.
“How—?” she panted, not from exertion, but the excitement that he had captured her. She put her palms against his chest, pushing a little, but they both knew the chase was over. Her eyes shone in the moonlight.
“I have you, my darling,” he said, kissing her forehead as he slowed at the top of the hill. “You are mine.”
She shivered in his arms, and put hers around his neck, her hands fisting in his hair. “You don’t play fair,” she protested, resting her head on his broad chest.
“And I never will,” he said. “Not when it comes to capturing the girl of my dreams.”
She trembled again. “Promise?”
He reached the boulder at the top, sought the flattened part he knew was there, sat on it, nestling her into his lap. His land surrounded them; no one around for miles. No one to hear.
“Now what am I to do with my naughty little girl?” he wondered, looking sternly at her.
“Oooh,” she sighed, going limp under his darkening gaze. “Anything you want.”
Without warning, he flipped her over and threw her across his knees, her naked bottom upwards, her belly lying against his left leg, her heavy breasts hanging.
“What… what are you doing?” She half–giggled, half–trembled. But he could hear her heart race as he stroked his hand across the smooth skin of her buttocks, so he knew her fear was the kind she had sought from him.
“What happens to all naughty girls,” he said, deepening his voice, and she rewarded him with another shiver. He caressed her bottom more firmly.
“Will it hurt?”
“Do you want it to?”
She was silent a moment, then said in a small voice, “Yes.”
“Does that make me a slut?”
He bent forward and kissed her left ass cheek, then the right. He slid his tongue across both, then down the cleft between. He paused a moment at the tight rosette, gave it a flick with his tongue, and she jumped, then quivered like a trapped fawn.
“It makes you my slut,” he growled.
Corey Harper writes erotic romance fiction, mostly paranormal, all with M/f D/s spice. (Spanking may be included.) And always with a HEA (Happily Ever After).
He writes characters that lead with their hearts, think with their brains, and explore their passions with everything else.
And yes, he is a Dom.
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