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FIND ME TRILOGY
(Dark Pleasures)
A doomed woman. A dangerous and mysterious man. And an epic passion that cannot be denied…
From the first moment I saw Malcolm, I felt his power shudder through me. Lithe and powerful, dark and controlling, he cast a spell over me that I didn’t understand, but to which I willingly surrendered.
One touch and I melted. One glance into his storm-swept eyes and I was lost. One kiss, and I was bound.
But sometimes passion can burn to hot, and it would take all of our strength for Mal and I to survive the fire that raged between us…
NOTE TO READERS: Each of the 1001 Dark Nights novellas is a stand-alone, be sure not to miss Caress of Darkness by Julie Kenner. The Find Me books are a true trilogy spanning Mal and Christina’s romance and are meant to be read in order.
(Dark Pleasures)
A doomed woman. A dangerous and mysterious man. And an epic passion that cannot be denied…
From the first moment I saw Malcolm, I felt his power shudder through me. Lithe and powerful, dark and controlling, he cast a spell over me that I didn’t understand, but to which I willingly surrendered.
One touch and I melted. One glance into his storm-swept eyes and I was lost. One kiss, and I was bound.
But sometimes passion can burn to hot, and it would take all of our strength for Mal and I to survive the fire that raged between us…
NOTE TO READERS: Each of the 1001 Dark Nights novellas is a stand-alone, be sure not to miss Caress of Darkness by Julie Kenner. The Find Me books are a true trilogy spanning Mal and Christina’s romance and are meant to be read in order.
FIND ME IN DARKNESS
January 13th, 2015
January 13th, 2015
FIND ME IN PLEASURE
January 20th, 2015
January 20th, 2015
FIND ME IN PASSION
January 27th, 2015
January 27th, 2015
FIND ME TRILOGY EXCERPT
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT JULIE KENNER
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT JULIE KENNER
CHAPTER 1
Mal stood
by the bed and looked down at the woman he’d just fucked.
by the bed and looked down at the woman he’d just fucked.
She was
drop-dead gorgeous, lithe and strong with alabaster skin and hair as dark as
his own. She was smart and funny, had good taste in wine, and had sucked his
cock with rare skill.
drop-dead gorgeous, lithe and strong with alabaster skin and hair as dark as
his own. She was smart and funny, had good taste in wine, and had sucked his
cock with rare skill.
Not a bad
resume, when you got right down to it, and if Mal had even an ounce of sense
he’d slide back into bed, sink deep inside her, and try once more to forget how
goddamn lonely he was.
resume, when you got right down to it, and if Mal had even an ounce of sense
he’d slide back into bed, sink deep inside her, and try once more to forget how
goddamn lonely he was.
Shit.
She
didn’t deserve that. Hell, none of the women he fucked deserved that. Which was
why he had a strict one-time only policy. Shared lust and pounding sex to work
out some of life’s kinks was one thing. But Mal didn’t do serious or personal.
Not anymore.
didn’t deserve that. Hell, none of the women he fucked deserved that. Which was
why he had a strict one-time only policy. Shared lust and pounding sex to work
out some of life’s kinks was one thing. But Mal didn’t do serious or personal.
Not anymore.
He’d had
serious. He’d had personal.
serious. He’d had personal.
Hell, he’d
had love. Epic, forever, everyone-else-can-just-melt-away love.
had love. Epic, forever, everyone-else-can-just-melt-away love.
And not
only love, but respect and humor and passion so intense that he felt alive only
when he touched her.
only love, but respect and humor and passion so intense that he felt alive only
when he touched her.
He’d had
all that.
all that.
Now, all
he had was a nightmare.
he had was a nightmare.
On the
bed, the woman shifted, then smiled up at him, soft and sultry. “Mal? What’s
wrong?”
bed, the woman shifted, then smiled up at him, soft and sultry. “Mal? What’s
wrong?”
He said
nothing, and she sat up, letting the sheet fall to her waist to expose her bare
breasts as she held out a hand to him. “Come back to bed and let me make it
better.”
nothing, and she sat up, letting the sheet fall to her waist to expose her bare
breasts as she held out a hand to him. “Come back to bed and let me make it
better.”
If only
it was that easy.
it was that easy.
“I have
to go.”
to go.”
“Go?” She
glanced at the clock and then pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness. “It’s
not even midnight.” Her voice was indignant.
glanced at the clock and then pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness. “It’s
not even midnight.” Her voice was indignant.
“It can’t
be helped.”
be helped.”
“You
son-of-a-bitch.”
son-of-a-bitch.”
He didn’t
wince, didn’t try to defend himself. What defense was there against the truth?
wince, didn’t try to defend himself. What defense was there against the truth?
Instead,
he moved to her side, then brushed his fingers lightly over her forehead.
“Sleep,” he said, then stepped away as the woman fell back against the pillows,
lost once again to the world of dreams.
he moved to her side, then brushed his fingers lightly over her forehead.
“Sleep,” he said, then stepped away as the woman fell back against the pillows,
lost once again to the world of dreams.
He pulled
the sheet up to cover her, then glanced around the room in search of his
clothes. He’d brought her to the penthouse suite at the stunning Gardiner
Hotel, a relatively new Fifth Avenue boutique in which he held a significant
financial position. Now he moved through the bedroom and parlor, gathering
discarded garments as he walked.
the sheet up to cover her, then glanced around the room in search of his
clothes. He’d brought her to the penthouse suite at the stunning Gardiner
Hotel, a relatively new Fifth Avenue boutique in which he held a significant
financial position. Now he moved through the bedroom and parlor, gathering
discarded garments as he walked.
He pulled
on his jeans, then slipped his arms into the white button-down that he’d worn
that evening before going out in search of a woman to take the edge off. He let
it hang open as he stepped out onto the patio, then moved to the stone
half-wall that separated him from the concrete and asphalt of Fifth Avenue
twelve stories below.
on his jeans, then slipped his arms into the white button-down that he’d worn
that evening before going out in search of a woman to take the edge off. He let
it hang open as he stepped out onto the patio, then moved to the stone
half-wall that separated him from the concrete and asphalt of Fifth Avenue
twelve stories below.
It would
be easy enough to jump. To end his pain, even if only for a few moments.
be easy enough to jump. To end his pain, even if only for a few moments.
And a few
moments were all that he would get before the phoenix fire would surround and
gather him, reducing him to ashes before once again regenerating him.
moments were all that he would get before the phoenix fire would surround and
gather him, reducing him to ashes before once again regenerating him.
Immortality.
Had he
truly once believed it was a gift? To have an eternity in this body that could
touch and feel and experience such profound pleasure?
truly once believed it was a gift? To have an eternity in this body that could
touch and feel and experience such profound pleasure?
Three
thousand years ago, it had been a gift, but that was when she’d been
beside him, and it was Christina he’d been touching. Caressing.
thousand years ago, it had been a gift, but that was when she’d been
beside him, and it was Christina he’d been touching. Caressing.
Christina
he’d held in his arms. Whose lips brushed gently over his skin. Who whispered
soft words so close to his ear that even her breath aroused him.
he’d held in his arms. Whose lips brushed gently over his skin. Who whispered
soft words so close to his ear that even her breath aroused him.
But then
everything had gone to shit and he’d realized that immortality wasn’t a gift.
It was a curse.
everything had gone to shit and he’d realized that immortality wasn’t a gift.
It was a curse.
He was
immortal. He was alone. And every goddamn day was torture.
immortal. He was alone. And every goddamn day was torture.
He closed
his eyes and clutched the railing, his hands clenched so tight that the
rough-hewn edges of the stone cut into his palms.
his eyes and clutched the railing, his hands clenched so tight that the
rough-hewn edges of the stone cut into his palms.
Christina…
He
reached out with his mind, searching for her as he did every night with equal
parts dread and longing.
reached out with his mind, searching for her as he did every night with equal
parts dread and longing.
Sometimes
centuries would pass before he felt her presence resonate through him,
sometimes only decades.
centuries would pass before he felt her presence resonate through him,
sometimes only decades.
It had
been two hundred and sixty years since the last time he’d found her, her energy
reaching out to him even from across the Atlantic, even though she never had a conscious
memory of him, or even of herself.
been two hundred and sixty years since the last time he’d found her, her energy
reaching out to him even from across the Atlantic, even though she never had a conscious
memory of him, or even of herself.
He’d gone
to her—and once more, he’d done what he had to do.
to her—and once more, he’d done what he had to do.
Since
then, he’d grown complacent, expecting—no, hoping—that he would not feel
her. That he would not find her out there in the world.
then, he’d grown complacent, expecting—no, hoping—that he would not feel
her. That he would not find her out there in the world.
That he
would not have to go to her yet again.
would not have to go to her yet again.
Christina…
Nothing.
Not even the slightest tingle of awareness.
Not even the slightest tingle of awareness.
Thank
god.
god.
He
breathed deep, relieved, and slowly let his body relax. He turned to go back
inside, but the moment he did, everything shifted. The force of her essence
lashed out, catching him unaware.
breathed deep, relieved, and slowly let his body relax. He turned to go back
inside, but the moment he did, everything shifted. The force of her essence
lashed out, catching him unaware.
It
surrounded him. Burned through him.
surrounded him. Burned through him.
Hot.
Powerful. Desperate.
Powerful. Desperate.
And
close.
close.
This
time, she was close. So close that it wasn’t just her essence that filled his
mind, but her. The memory of her scent enveloped him, the sensation of
her skin against his, the taste of her lips, of her flesh.
time, she was close. So close that it wasn’t just her essence that filled his
mind, but her. The memory of her scent enveloped him, the sensation of
her skin against his, the taste of her lips, of her flesh.
Oh, god.
Oh, Christ.
Oh, Christ.
He sank
to his knees, wanting to run. Wanting to retch.
to his knees, wanting to run. Wanting to retch.
But he
could do neither. And slowly—so painfully slowly—he stood.
could do neither. And slowly—so painfully slowly—he stood.
He would
do what he had to do, the same as he had done over and over again for
millennia.
do what he had to do, the same as he had done over and over again for
millennia.
He would
find her.
find her.
He would
allow himself one moment to look at her.
allow himself one moment to look at her.
And then, goddamn him, he would kill her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres. Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, Victorian-era thrillers (coming soon), and paranormal mommy lit. Her foray into the latter, Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner, has been consistently in development in Hollywood since prior to publication. Most recently, it has been optioned by Warner Brothers Television for development as series on the CW Network with Alloy Entertainment producing. JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for him.” A three time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her books have sold well over a million copies and are published in over over twenty countries. In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.
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Omg, I don't know how I missed this trilogy. I'm definitely going to put them on my TRL. I can't wait to start reading them. Thanks for the post.
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Oh intriguing covers! It's the first time I hear about these ones. thanks for sharing!
Ooo with a paranormal twist too..this sound good. Silvia this series is totally new to me, so thanks for putting it on my radar.