Symphony
of Light and Winter
Symphony
of Light, Book
One
by Renea
Mason
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-940223-10-0
Release Date: 06/21/2013
Word Count: 88,375
Page Count: 389
Blurb:
One woman. Seven men. All bound
by one man’s undying devotion.
Fundraiser Linden Hill has a
knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a
prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and
how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her
dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.
But ten years after watching life
drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining
the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time
he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to
desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into
his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six
supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love
that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…
3rd Place – Best Paranormal Romance
Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers
Choice
2nd Place – Best New Paranormal Series
Paranormal Cravings Battle of the Books
Reviews:
“Renea Mason’s book has
everything you could want—a unique world, a panty dropping alpha male, a
gripping plot and seamless writing that would never let on this was her first
novel.”- lbookbliss.com
“If you love Alexandra Ivy, Lara
Adrian, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Lynsay Sands, Laura Wright, and all those other
amazing paranormal authors that I absolutely love with all my heart…then you
will LOVE Renea Mason and her brand new “Symphony of Light” Series.” - BookReadsandReviews.com
“Linden is a feisty woman who is
not afraid to stand up to Cyril, in spite of not knowing exactly what he is
capable of. The book is keeps your interest throughout. I recommend this book and hope that the next
in the series comes out soon.” - Paranormalromanceguild.com
Excerpt (18 + Mature Content)
:
My amusement was
interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a room
with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it
wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at
his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.
Instead of
trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him. I was
really starting to enjoy tormenting him.
“Good morning,
Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”
“Grim. Ha! She
called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.
Cyril didn’t
acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long time and
looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me. Cyril’s fists
clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.
“I warned all of
you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather wrapped his words with
a subtle menace.
“Leave them
alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just think things
through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say, of all your
fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and entertaining from my
perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at me even with his
head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient to him?
The next thing I
knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter. Cyril grabbed my
ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and stepped between them.
He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against mine. It wasn’t his
voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked to myself but
somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection while
communicating.
“You need to
stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do you really want
them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them off? I could
toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want? Maybe I should
let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I want you to
think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one who can
keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds and
listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning you
now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how angry
you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I need to
take a few precautions.”
I wasn’t sure
how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was this two-way
communication? I tried to push him away.
He tightened his
grip and his voice was in my head again.
“Stop it! Let me
remind you that I have a special connection with these men. Not only can I read
their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try to receive them. I
know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of course, is thinking
right now.”
So that’s what
Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.
“The thoughts
that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn star blush; every
one of their little fantasies featured you.”
I giggled.
The voice
growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if
you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do
what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes
run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound
behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way,
this very instant.”
I stiffened.
That didn’t at all appeal to me.
“Thor seems to
think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same time.”
And he seemed so
quiet and sweet.
“Sinclair wants
to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the while telling you
how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would look sprawled out
on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton...”
“NO!” I yelled.
It seemed like a
violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I considered him a
friend. I respected him too much.
“See, like it or
not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it pisses me off the most.
He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, to lay my claim.
Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck you, which he finds
exceptionally arousing...”
There was a
momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was angry.
“He then knocks on
your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You invite him in and he
holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated and humiliated you. He
wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He wants to save you from me.
But he knows he can’t.”
I felt the
moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over me.
With no more
words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I fought the
rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in. I wouldn’t
fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of losing myself.
I was still way too angry to just give up.
His lips danced
with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.
Was Overton
right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be able to stop
him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think I would.
He was gentle
and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth. With one hand
he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the other he reached
up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic and I became
caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an audience. He
pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself rhythmically against
my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let them all know who you
belong to.”
Was he kidding?
I hesitated.
He ran his fangs
up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear, “Say it. You need to
say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand drifted from my breast
to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it rested in the crease
where my leg met my hip.
Somehow the part
of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part of me took a
momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It would keep me
safe.
His fingers
toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the side to
allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the juncture
between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his
cloth-covered cock.
“Yes, Cyril, I’m
yours.”
With that, he
struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his bite passed and
the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One arm tightened around
me, pulling me harder against his cock. The other held my head while he sucked
harder. Each pull he took was linked to the sensitive place between my legs. He
ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The first wave of climax hit, tensing
muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush. This was new. He could do this
just by biting me?
I shook in his
arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his fill. I was so
caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and growls that
escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of his hips,
he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my neck.
“Mine!” he
roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his head to
lick closed the small punctures on my throat.
I threw my head
back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head receded.
Son of a bitch!
I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen counter!
was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he
stared back.
He nuzzled my
cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no one will dare
touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take anything you
hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I thought this might
be more acceptable.”
I was angrier
with myself than him.
He caressed my
arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we were the only
people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway
holding the keys to my car.
Cyril softly
lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I end
up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing those words from
your lips...ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps someday, you’ll utter
them in truth.”
He placed his
forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton is right. Maybe
someone should save you from me.”
About
the Author:
Renea Mason writes steamy
romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by
living in a house full of men.
When she isn’t putting pen to
paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time
with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but
needy cats.
Her debut novel, Symphony of
Light and Winter, finished second for Best New Paranormal Series of 2013 in
Paranormal Cravings’ Battle of the Books and received a third place award for
Best New Paranormal Romance of 2013 in The Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers
Choice Awards.
Renea is a member of Romance
Writers of America, The Paranormal Romance Guild and The Fantasy, Futuristic
and Paranormal subchapter of the Romance Writers of America.
She is also a founding member of
Coffee Talk Writers and the Coffee Talk website–a site designed to support
established writers and foster new talent.
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