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His fingers kept stroking and his lips returned to her ear. "Is that how you want it? Bent over, your ass in the air?"



Her knees buckled, and she sagged against the broad wall of his chest. "Please," she whispered. "Please, God—please—"



Keith released her hands and plunged his fingers into her hair. His mouth came down on hers, but the brutal domination in his kiss had faded. He kissed her slowly this time, teasing at her lips without pressing past them. His hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled the tab, parting the teeth.

Abby licked his lips and urged his shirt up. "When is it my turn?" she asked against his mouth, the twisting need to make him gasp her name overriding everything else.



"What do you want to do?" The dress came undone and he tugged it down.



"Make you crazy." She let him peel the dress over her hips and kicked it away when it fell to the floor. "I want to make you beg."



Keith grinned at her as he slowly turned her to face away from him. His hands smoothed up her arms and to her shoulders, and he nudged her upper body toward the bed. "Sounds tempting as hell, sweetheart, but that's not how it works. Until you're in control of yourself, you can't be in control of anyone else."



Her hands hit the bed and curled into the covers. She looked back at him, her brow furrowed. "That doesn't sound very fair. I'm doing all right so far." Except for the fact that her arms and legs were trembling, and she couldn't quite seem to catch her breath.



One eyebrow went up as he slipped his fingers under the hem of her underwear and dragged it off of her ass. "You think we've even gotten started?"





From the Heavens comes a hero who will take your breath away.





The Fury



© 2008 Sloan McBride





Reese Whittaker dreams of falling for a man who shares her love of archeology and ancient civilizations. But being attacked by a horde of demons and rescued by a Sumerian God—a wellarmed, gorgeous Sumerian God—opens up a whole new world she never knew existed. And awakens a mysterious power within her that attracts all kinds of supernatural attention.



Dagan, son of the Air-God Enlil and a Time Walker, is sworn to protect the human race in general, and one young woman in particular—Reese. He's not the only one mysteriously attracted to her powerful life force. Underworld leader Kur craves it for the untold power it will give him to strike a blow at the deities of Dilmun.



Dagan is forbidden by law from interacting with Reese, but from the moment he sees her, the fury —an intense sexual need for bonding—blinds him to all the rules. Should the pantheon discover he has fallen for a human, the punishment could mean suffering beyond imagining for him…and death for her.





Warning: Contains language, lots of action, Sumerian Gods, gorgeous men, tough, stubborn women and some creatures from the Underworld that make life hell.





Enjoy the following excerpt for The Fury:





Her breath caught.



Even in the twilight, she knew him. The handsome hero from her dreams, the one who made her sweat. Suddenly memories flooded her mind in a rushing wave—last night and this morning. Angrily, she slapped him.



"Bastard. You did something to me, didn't you?" She slapped him again then spun around and marched toward the house. Dagan stormed after her.



"You remember?"



Anger, embarrassment came out in a bitter laugh. "Leave." She stepped inside and tried to slam the door but he put his hand out to keep it from smashing into his face.



A bogie jumped on Dagan's back with enough force to knock them both to the slippery wooden deck.



"Stay inside, Reese. Lock yourself in." Dagan managed to yell the order before the demon struck him in the face with a vicious blow.



Reese wrapped her hand around the handle of a cast iron skillet sitting on the counter and raced outside to see two more rushing toward them. Scared to death, but unable to leave Dagan to do battle alone, she ran at the two new fiendish-looking creatures and whacked the first one in the head. It dropped to the ground like a stone. The second one turned on her and she swung at him but he deflected the blow. He laughed and produced what she thought was supposed to be a sneer, but it was hard to tell.



It grabbed at her, but she managed to hit it in the knee with her sturdy weapon. When it yowled and bent forward, she belted him on the back of the neck and he joined his cohort at her feet.



Searching the area with her eyes, she saw Dagan beat the one who had jumped him down, pull out

his sword and cut off its head. A bright flash lit up the night turning it to what looked like black coal dust. Another one grabbed Dagan's lapel and pulled him over the railing.