Title: The Long Dark Night
Series: The Seven Sisters Series
Author: Cahira O'Donnell
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2013
Publisher: Dark River Publishing
A woman shrouded in mystery.
One of the prophesized Seven Sisters of the Pleiades, her touch could heal or kill, but once touched, a man was forever obsessed. Talia Martin had lived a life of isolated loneliness by necessity. She was the government’s secret weapon, brought out, dusted off and, once again, put into service to save captured Navy Seals.
A man betrayed by love
Secret Service Special Agent Nickolas Pane didn’t know when he had been more devastated. Even the infidelity of his ex hadn’t shaken him like discovering his kid brother was MIA, captured by the Taliban in Iraq. Then – a mysterious proposal – an opportunity to rescue his brother and the other Seals on the special ops team. He would die to have her and kill to keep her.
She could find his brother, but had to touch Nickolas to do so. Undercover as man and wife, they traveled across the world, insatiable passion flaring between them. While Talia knew this was a mission from which she would not return, her death would free the man she had come to love. Nickolas, determined to bring her back or die trying, desired her more than life itself. He would never release her, or live without her.
“What am I to you, Talia?” he asked, straightening up and
moving closer to her. He crowded her between the big master where her suitcase
lay open and his big masterful body where his heart lay open and bleeding.
“That’s not the point,” she evaded.
“Oh, but it’s exactly the point. Yes, I know your track
record, as you call it, and I also know I was your first lover. Where does that
leave you?”
She dropped her gaze to the suitcase and continued folding
the T-shirt. It was incredibly soft, clearly high quality. She could tell he’d
put a lot of thought into all he'd purchased for her. Fighting tears, she
simply shook her head, not wanting to let him see her heart was breaking.
“Look at me, Talia,” Nickolas demanded.
She shook her head, not looking up. She wouldn’t even meet
his eyes. It broke him. He swept the suitcase from the bed with one powerful
arm. It sailed across the room and crashed against the opposite wall, causing
her to flinch.
“I won’t let you walk away from me, not now, not ever. Do
you hear me?”
“And I won’t spend the rest of my life being your
debilitating addiction. You deserve better than that.”
“You’re not my damned addiction,” he countered.
“Nickolas, think. All the signs are there, you’re jealous,
possessive and controlling. You protect me like a dragon hording its treasure.
Those are signs of addiction.”
“I’ll tell you what you are to me, woman, you’re my god
damned wife, legal and binding,” he shouted, grabbing her by both wrists and
pulling her to him.
“Wife?” She couldn’t have heard him right.
“Wife. We were declared common law.”
“Why?”
“So I could gain custody of you and keep you from spending
the rest of your life vegging away in some damned institution. So I could take
care of you, so I could bring you home where you, by fucking god, belong,” he
raged.
“Why would you tie yourself to me like that? Dr. Wilkinson
must have told you I probably wouldn’t ever recover. Did you feel like you owed
me because of Daniel?”
“I can never repay you for what you did for Daniel.”
“We can get this fixed, we can get an annulment,” she
pleaded.
“I tied you to me because that’s exactly where I want you.
There will be no damned annulment!” he roared, lifting and all but throwing her
on the bed. Covering her with his massive frame, he held both her hands over
her head in one powerful fist, wrapped the other in her braid at the back of
her neck to control her, and ravaged her mouth.
She whimpered and squirmed underneath him, driving him
into a frenzy of lust. He would have her. He, by god, would make her his, the
only way he knew how.
Releasing her braid, he ripped her gown from her body,
spilling out her gorgeous breasts. Damn, he’d missed them. The sight of their
perfection stole his breath. Cupping one pink tipped globe, he lowered his
mouth to the other, suckling as if his life depended on it while she continued
to struggle.
“Please,” she begged. If he kept this up, she would never be
able to leave him.
When Talia woke, she found
Nickolas showered and dressed in dark suit pants and a dress shirt. He was
sitting in the chaise lounge, looking at her with flaming hot, ice-blue eyes.
She realized she had never felt so safe or slept so well – hadn’t even woken up
when he left the bed. She’d never imagined she would be able to sleep with
another person present, much less in a man’s arms.
“Did I oversleep?” she asked
drowsily.
“No, ma’am,” he responded, to
which she raised an arched blonde eyebrow.
“Agent Pane, I presume?” she
asked with a small, cool smile.
“For now,” he said, smiling
tightly.
“Hmm.” She stood from the bed,
naked, and stretched, then turned and sashayed toward her room, her luscious
ass peeking from behind her long, tousled hair. He was on her in a minute.
Grabbing her from behind and lifting her off her feet, he crushed her naked
body against his chest and buried his face in her sleep-warmed neck.
“You’re playing with fire,
woman,” he whispered into her hair, then bit down on the cords in her neck.
“Is it Nickolas now?” she asked
breathlessly as he carried her back to the bed, laid her down on her back, and
then rose over her, pinning her hands above her head.
“I’ll be whoever I have to be
in order to keep that sweet ass of yours safe,” he growled down at her,
searching her face. “Do you understand?” She could feel his erection pressing
into her bare stomach from behind his wool suit pants.
He’d been in every sort of
agony imaginable – waking up with her beautiful naked body wrapped around his.
How the fuck was he going to protect her if he couldn’t keep his hands off of
her? He’d gotten up, taken a cold shower and dressed, before torturing himself
further watching her sleep in his bed.
Nickolas knew he'd never been
so out of control. If he had a brain in his head, he would turn her over to
another agent, but the thought of another man close enough to guard her drove
him into a killing rage. Damn, but he was in a world of hurt here, and her life
lay in the balance.
“I have to secure our quarters,” Nickolas informed her,
taking her by the shoulders and setting her back from him.
“We’re alone,” she assured him.
Alone….Oh god… Swallowing hard, he forced himself away from
her, pulled his Beretta from his shoulder holster and secured every room before
returning. She was still standing in the living room where he had left her.
“Do you feel better now?” Talia asked with a small smile
kicking off her pumps.
Better? Not hardly. How could a woman removing her shoes be so
damn sexy? She walked up to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. When he clamped his big hand over hers to still her
action, she looked up into his eyes questioningly.
“Are you going to be able to sleep with that ‘not-your-gun’
in your pants?” she asked, glancing down at his tented suit slacks.
“Probably not. No.” Even though he was in a serious hurt, he
had to smile at her comment. His smile rapidly faded, however, when she resumed
unbuttoning his shirt. “Talia, baby,” he implored, wrapping his hand around her
busy little fingers, “I have zero control, I don’t want to run the risk of
hurting you.”
“I’m not as fragile as I look. I promise I won’t break,
Nickolas,” she whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.
“Ah shit, baby,” he groaned, sweeping her up and carrying
her to the bedroom. He could no more stop himself now than he could stop
breathing. He had to have her. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck and
nuzzled against it, as his long, determined strides carried her to the bed. He
had to make it to the bed, damn it, he was not
going to take her on the floor – or against the wall, or…..
Having been brought up overseas and living with local families in many cultures, Cahira O’Donnell has a rich history to draw upon. Throughout her life and her travels she has been a dedicated student of shamanism and an explorer of the esoteric realms. Being psychic herself, Cahira’s real-life experiences with the supernatural infuses her paranormal romance writing with profound accuracy.
Armed with her history, combined with a degree in Psychology and a deep understanding of human nature, Cahira creates stories that are engaging, dynamic, realistic and boldly erotic.
Cahira now lives in the beautiful mountains of Colorado where she enjoys a quiet home, beautiful scenery and immersing herself in the art of storytelling.
To learn more about Cahira and her novels visit: www.cahiraodonnell.com
Nickolas Pane played by Kevin Costner
Talia Martin played by Diane Kruger
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