Lisa Fox
World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret
member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy
angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa
Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at
her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really
depends on the day.
Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate
cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged.
Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.
Email: lisa@lisafoxromance.com
Website: www.lisafoxromance.com
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The Book: A Matter of Lust
Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human
exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he
knows she’s the one. He makes it his business to seduce her.
Rena could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who
makes her scream through every orgasm, but the problem with bad boys is that
they really are bad. They break hearts, and Rena’s has been broken too
many times already.
What’s a demon to do when lust isn’t enough? To claim Rena
for his own, Trask will have to earn her trust.
The Hot Couple: Trask
& Rena
What makes a couple hot? The way they look? The way they
move? Or is the way the temperature in the room rises when they are together, their
presence a sizzling force that heats the air, leaving bare skin coated in a light
sheen of sweat? Or does it have more to do with what they do in the dark of the
night? The soft moans, the fevered pleas, the panting, gasping exhilaration of
naked flesh, soft skin, wet tongues, and hard muscle.
There are so many ways to be hot. Hot can be languid and
sensual, like lounging outdoors in the early evening of a humid summer night.
It can also be fierce and demanding, uncomfortable and sticky. It can be
understated, the tingling caress of a warm breath held and then released very,
very slowly or overwhelming like standing beneath a waterfall.
For Trask and Rena hot is all of these things… And so many
more.
How do you like your hot?
The Excerpt:
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in
a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her
violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to
frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth,
round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his
tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to
six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her
ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and
woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his
face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally
undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw
because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his
blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly
dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She
was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached
to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that
glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of
her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes
sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in
love with you,” he said, beginning the game. It was a line that had worked many
times before—the humans always seemed enchanted and amused by the concept, but
it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and nothing more.
But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if
they had…weight.
“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile
dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch.
“Or something else entirely?”
“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing
through his veins. She was perfect. Fun. Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going
to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the curve of her cheek
with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your
name?”
She paused and an odd little smile formed on her lips. “Does
it matter?”
Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why
it should matter, but for some reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”
Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just
how simply beautiful she was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”
“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.
“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He
looked straight down into her very ample cleavage and took his time enjoying
that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress that soft skin, to feel the
weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or should
I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”
“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence
was affecting her, making her more daring than she’d normally be or if this was
just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans to say and do outrageous
things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her flamboyant red
hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his
influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”
“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his
name sounded on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes
trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that sent hot, tingling ripples
down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens next?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand
of her hair and twined it around his fingers. The tension between them rocketed
up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of her arousal, breathing it deep
into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance, storybook
marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”
“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”
Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the
bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush cloud of their lust. Startled by the
mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his side. Darkness
deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at
all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”
“I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her
mood shifted. Humans were so extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever
understand their ability to feel so much, so quickly and thoroughly, even when
those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were defined by their
desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason
for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else just
got in the way of the goal.
Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had
come, and she favored him with a dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a
slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”
“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in
the end.”
She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his
insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of space between them and he could feel
the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit down on her lower
lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips.
“Then you’re
definitely going to like me.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist and
her excited pulse fluttered beneath his lips.
BUY: A Matter of Lust
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Email: lisa@lisafoxromance.com
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