RELEASE BLITZ with EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY: 'Undone' by Morgan Noel and R. Phoenix
Title: Undone
Authors: Morgan Noel and R. Phoenix
Published: January 30, 2018
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Enamel
Genre: Urban Fantasy; Dark Erotic Romance; Paranormal Romance
Length: 379 Pages
Tags: Gay; M/M; Paranormal: Fae and Incubus; CW: Violence, Emotional Abuse, Murder, Dub-Con
About Undone
Leandro is a capricious fae, and he has it all: a glamorous casino as his personal playground, more power than he knows what to do with, and Kol’tso, his pet incubus. When Kol’tso tries to push the boundaries of their relationship and provokes feelings in Bryce, a nosy detective, the arrangement becomes more and more complicated. Kol’tso soon finds out there is a high price to pay for angering one of the fae. He finds himself trapped between his nature as an incubus and his desire for freedom. Leandro and his personal security guard Gideon may just be the only obstacles standing between the incubus and everything he wants.
“Put on a show for me, Kolt.”
“I’m already undressed,” Kolt whined, stretching out on the bed in a display of laziness and unwillingness to move again for anything other than cock, apparently.
“You have a hand and a fine body to touch and show off,” Leandro countered. “Touch yourself for me.”
Kolt exhaled hard, looking up at him wearily for a moment or two. It seemed almost as if his incubus was purposely dragging it out and trying to provoke a response. Leandro didn’t understand why this had to be difficult.
“Do it,” he said, sharper this time, and it seemed that finally prompted Kolt to sit up.
It wasn’t much of a show at first, not with the way Kolt just sat there with his legs tucked under him and a hand between his legs, rubbing the smaller cock there. Just out of sight too, which was not what he’d had in mind.
He was about to say something, when Kolt made a noise that lived somewhere between a moan and cry. Leandro watched with rapt fascination as his incubus arched his back, leaning back on one hand, thrusting his hips up and his hardening cock into his own hand. Kolt’s eyes were wide open, trained on him as his slave continued to pleasure himself.
Leandro propped himself up, watching — but he wasn’t interested in making eye contact. He wanted to watch that hand as it slid along the incubus’ cock, as he touched himself in the places Leandro knew made him melt. “So beautiful,” he murmured again, pleased. How many other people could say they had the perfect bed partner — one who would pleasure himself because it was what they wanted and was disappointed because he wasn’t fucked to near unconsciousness.
Kolt’s back arched as he flexed his hips, his breathing growing erratic. He gripped himself a little tighter, the bracelet around his wrist shifting with every jerk, every twist of hand. It was perfect there, both in its craftsmanship and the reminder that Kolt belonged to him, and Leandro’s resolve to wait began to weaken. He clung to it, not wanting to spend again so soon; he wasn’t going to be manipulated by his incubus.
Kolt moaned like a whore then, wetting dry lips as a small quiver started in the incubus’ abdomen, his strokes growing a little more irregular.
Leandro leaned in a bit more, his breathing quickening. “Come for me, Kolt,” he coaxed, reaching out to toy with one of the incubus’ nipples, provoking a startled gasp. He — barely — ignored his own erection, and the need to bury himself inside of Kolt became nearly unbearable.
The incubus’ free hand grabbed for his arm, holding onto him as Kolt arched his back a little further, almost to an impossible curve, his moans a little less controlled as he leaned against Leandro.
“Fuck,” Kolt breathed out against his skin. “I need you, Lee,” he whined needily.
That was all that was needed — more than what was needed — to crush what remained of his self-control. His lips hushed any further pleas as his hips ground against Kolt. Of course his incubus needed him inside, not simply nearby. He spread Kolt’s legs more, urging him up.
The most he could do to prove to himself that he was still somewhat in control was to sink inside inch by inch instead of all at once. Kolt made sounds he rarely made as his hips bucked sharply, forcing Leandro in faster than he’d have liked — the little slut knew how to fuck entirely too well.
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Meet the Authors
Morgan Noel
Fluent in sarcasm and double entendre, devourer of cookies and champion pizza consumer. Pantser who doesn't play by the rules. The Kraken has been released, so long and thanks for all the fish!
R. Phoenix (code name: Raissa) has an unhealthy fascination with contrasts: light and dark, humor and pain, heroes and villains, order and chaos. She believes love can corrupt, power can redeem and that the best of intentions can cast shadows while the worst can create light. She agrees with those who say that the truth is best told through fiction — even though fiction has to make sense while reality can be utterly baffling. She loves chatting with readers, though she often awkwardly rambles. No matter how much she tries to keep her bad and often perverted sense of humor in check, it seems to escape at the most inconvenient moments. (Thanks, universe.) Facebook; Facebook Author Page; Goodreads; Twitter; Amazon
For more from R. Phoenix be sure and visit her website!
GIVEAWAY
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