HOTTER THAN HADES
By Alecia Monaco
ISBN: 978-1-59632-321-6
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Release Date: August 2006
Copyright ©2006 Alecia Monaco

Hades finds himself suddenly single when his centuries long marriage to Persephone, the Goddess of Spring, comes to an end. Certain that he can never love again, he still must find a queen in order for the seasons to continue changing. Imagine his surprise when The Fates introduce him to his destined future wife, Hyacinth, and he falls instantly, passionately, in love with her.

So far, so good. Except…

Hyacinth's no good louse of an ex-husband made her feel sexually inadequate. Worse than that, he told her she was frigid. So when Hades invades her life, and she's swept away on a current of sexual attraction, she instantly shuts down, certain she can never satisfy him or find her own passion.

While Hyacinth tries to fend Hades off with excuses about their different worlds, the God of the Underworld isn't taking no for an answer. He's met his queen and he's determined to thaw the walls of ice around her heart – and show her just how hot sex can be.

Publisher's Note: This book contains sexual acts that may be offensive to some readers: ménage and anal sex.

Hyacinth stirred in her sleep, sweat making her nightshirt cling to her skin like gauze.

What was happening to her? It was as if she were locked in some netherworld between dreaming and wakefulness. Her mind felt sedated, drowsy, filled with fogged images. But her body hummed like a tuning fork, waiting to burst into an aria of desire.

She drew in a ragged breath through dry lips and caught the scent of another person nearby -- and not just any person. The scent could only be described as spicy, exotic, and undeniably male.

The heat of a hand skimmed just above her breast, hardening her nipple to a sensitive peak without coming into actual contact with her skin. She arched toward the touch, which lingered so tantalizingly out of reach, and found it hovering above her other breast, performing the same act of torment, tracing circles around the tip of her nipple.

Her breasts had never been sensitive before, much to the frustration of her ex-husband and herself. But now they were practically singed with heat, burning to life as erogenous zones she'd never imagined possible.

She writhed on her back, wanting more of this dream lover. He complied, his touch feeling more like pure energy than a human hand as it roamed over her belly, around her hips, between her legs.

“Please.” She reached out, daring the dream to end, defying the spell to be broken. “Don't stop.” She sought him with her hands, finding only a solid mass of charged air in the shape of a flawlessly sculpted male.

She felt the same electric warmth making small circles on her inner thighs, moving upward inch by inch. Tension coiled inside her, pulsing for release, demanding satisfaction.

Nothing like this had ever happened before. She'd never come close to orgasm -- in fact, she'd been convinced she couldn't have one. And now she teetered on the edge of a freefall into mind-bending pleasure, all the result of a dream she could neither touch nor hear, despite the fact that she could feel him with every fiber of her being.

But maybe she could see him. Feeling him certainly didn't seem to be a problem. A gasp wrenched itself from her throat when he focused his efforts on the juncture of her thighs. Only the thin barrier of her panties stood in the way of ultimate release.

But not for long. Casting aside her fear of awakening, she pushed her panties down and kicked them off, then pried her eyes open.

His muscular form knelt between her legs. Around six-foot-two, with wide shoulders and a chest so broad she could use it as a pillow, he was masculinity personified. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could make out his chiseled face, the ebony hair just grazing the collar of his black shirt, and the most haunting pair of black eyes she'd ever gazed into.

Something bloomed inside of her other than the urgent need he'd evoked. A feeling of looking into her own soul through those eyes, that the missing piece she'd always sought, as if the answer to every question had finally arrived.

“My queen.” His voice flowed over her, indescribably sexy and masculine. The love in his eyes was unmistakable.

She answered him without words, parting her legs further and giving him access to her body, unashamed. He followed her lead, bringing his hand to her core, finding the hub of her desire and touching it in his own inimitable way.

Hyacinth closed her eyes, giving herself over to sensation. There had never been such bliss.

He found her clitoris, bringing it to pulsating life, the way he'd done with her nipples. He teased it, promising one kind of touch and delivering another. She felt her own wetness, wanted him inside her when she finally came -- because, for the first time, she knew she would come, and soon.

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