Entrar
    Book cover
    Compartilhar
    Editar
    • Sinopse
    • Edições1
    • Vídeos0
    • Grupos0
    • Resenhas0
    • Leitores59
    • Similares0
    Skoob logo

    Saiba mais

    Quem somosTermos de usoFale conoscoCentral de ajudaPrivacidade

    Fique por dentro

    Livros em destaque

    Explore

    LivrosAutoresEditorasLeitoresCortesias

    Siga nas redes sociais

    Baixe o app

    Google PlayApp Store

    Iniquity (The Premonition #5) -

    Amy A. Bartol

    Ugly Stepsister Production
    2015
    366 páginas
    12h 12m
    ISBN-10: B016APVG4C
    4.3
    23 avaliações
    Leram36Lendo1Querem21Relendo0Abandonos1Resenhas0
    Favoritos5Desejados21Avaliaram23

    I gasp as my body curls toward Brennus like a flower to the sun, for the pleasure of it. He holds me close to him. His nose grazes the length of my neck. He breathes me in. I feel the roar and rush of my heartbeat. I’m his toy; his energy streams into me. He winds the invisible key in my back and the euphoria ratchets and coils inside of me: tick...tick...tick... Another wicked surge of energy flows from him into me. Pain. Pleasure. Bliss. My jaw unclenches as my lips part. I make a small, breathy sound as we dance. Brennus responds with something close to a growl. “Ye’re killing me, mo chroí,” he murmurs. His hand moves down my back infusing me with a golden glow of power. My wings punch violently from me, tearing a hole in my day dress. They spread wide, like a red stain beyond my pale skin. I’m dancing now for the thrill of it. I follow his lead. As the song comes to an end, Brennus kisses my throat. He whispers in my ear, “When ye get back, come find me, mo chroí. I’ve healed ye...now wake up and banjax whoever banished ye here...”

    Edições (1)

    Ver mais
    • book cover

    Estatísticas

    Avaliações

    4.3 / 23
    • 5 estrelas43%
    • 4 estrelas35%
    • 3 estrelas17%
    • 2 estrelas4%
    • 1 estrelas0%
    Amy A. Bartol profile picture

    Amy A. Bartol

    I live in Michigan with my husband and our two sons. My family is very supportive of my writing. When I’m writing, they often bring me the take-out menu so that I can call and order them dinner. They listen patiently when I talk about my characters like they’re real. They rarely roll their eyes when I tell them I’ll only be a second while I finish writing a chapter…and then they take off their coats. They ask me how the story is going when I surface after living for hours in a world of my own making. They have learned to accept my “writing uniform” consisting of a slightly unflattering pink fleece jacket, t-shirt, and black yoga pants. And they smile at my nerdy bookishness whenever I try to explain urban fantasy to them. In short, they get me, so they are perfect and I am blessed. Please visit me at my website: www.amyabartol.weebly.com

    12 Livros
    10 Seguidores

    Amy A. Bartol