I am going to be virtually nonexistent during October working on book 5. I’ve set my email to autoreply and, except for two days a week, I have sworn off my Facebook, Twitter, Pintrest, and even my email. If you contact me via these channels and I don’t answer immediately, that’s why.
In the meantime, please enjoy a random, unedited ADULT CONTENT snippet from Heart of the Raven:
CONTAINS SPOILERS for Ashes of Deceit. If you haven’t read that book yet, then read at your own risk.
Something about his expression made alarm bells ring in her head. “What did they say?”
Jorick met her eyes and gave her a tight smile. “I imagine the same as they said to you.” He caught her hand and traced her knuckles with his thumb. “It’s over now, and Malick is their problem.”
“Is he?” The same sick fear she’d had since the attack welled up again, like chronic heartburn. Would Jorick really stand aside and let someone else hunt down his master?
“Yes. I have more important things to worry about.” His tone turned teasing as he nuzzled her ear. “Like trying to make sure you don’t accidentally kill yourself. That takes a lot of effort.”
A sarcastic reply rose to her lips, but he drowned it with a burning kiss. She held out for a moment, just to show him she had some control, and then relented. Her body softened against his. She parted her lips to give him better access, and his tongue swept into her mouth. It tasted hot and vaguely coppery, like a sun warmed penny. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, plunging his tongue deeper.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she arched into him. Her breasts flattened out against his hard chest. He tangled his fingers in her long golden hair and his other hand played up and down her side, teasing her through her clothes. Memories of Jorick’s trepidation disappeared with his touch. There was only the two of them, limbs tangled and hot tongues parrying. No one else mattered
She wanted his hands on her skin, and broke the kiss to peel off her sweater. She started to pull him to her again, but he resisted. A question hung in her eyes and was answered when he unfastened her bra. He slid the lacy straps down over her arms and threw the undergarment to the floor. Her breasts hung heavy and naked, the nipples hardening with exposure and desire and he cupped them in his smooth hands. His thumb traced invisible patterns over the firm curves, and then dropped away so his tongue could take over.
- Unedited Snippet Two from Book Five & Meter Link (joleenenaylor.wordpress.com)
- Unedited Snippet One from Book Five (joleenenaylor.wordpress.com)