Excerpt Two from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”. A bit of a tease.


I hope you’ve been enjoying your crawl through the Dungeon today. This week I’ve chosen another excerpt from Book Two of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy, “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”.

In this excerpt, Duncan and Kenzi–especially Kenzi–have just been through a harrowing meeting with the director of the hunter Council and his dogged and suspicious master-at-arms. Information has come to light, and our dear heroine Kenzi is very stressed. What’s the best way to de-stress a tightly-wound sith girl? One guess.


Desire Book Two cover copy

Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books

“What is it, Duncan?” Charles saw the look on Duncan’s face, and frowned.

“We have a problem,” Duncan said, outlining what Alistair had told him about the spy in their ranks.

Charles’ eyes had widened while Duncan spoke, and now his features darkened in anger. “Damn it,” he said, his voice low. “When I find who it is—”

Duncan held up a hand. “For the moment, just investigate quietly. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt.”

“I don’t!”

Duncan patted Charles’ shoulder. “I know, and I appreciate that. But every man deserves to be heard. Just start poking around.”

“You got it.”

Duncan looked back towards Kenzi. “I want to get her away from all this for awhile. She’s had a rough day, and Malcolm’s presence is certain to keep the men stirred up for awhile about anything sith. Give me your radio.” He pocketed the device when Charles’ handed it to him. “I’ll stay in contact. If anything pops?”

“I’ll let you know,” Charles assured him. He looked over at Kenzi, too. “She does look a little shell–shocked. Go. I’ll hold down the fort.”

“Thank you,” Duncan said. He strode back to Kenzi.

“Charles is so sweet,” she said, having heard the conversation with her augmented hearing. “I should thank him.”

“You want to do that now?”

Kenzi looked up at his face, and caught the darkening gaze of hunger growing in his eyes. “Um, no. It can wait.”

Duncan chuckled, took her hand, and the two of them passed through the gate and began running towards the hills. The miles vanished beneath their feet, their legs a blur. Soon they flashed among the trees, birdsong stilling only after they had raced past as the feathered creatures tried to react to the supersonic figures in their woods. They whooshed like wraiths among the trees, oaks first, then giving way to the redwoods.

Duncan held Kenzi’s hand, the two of them laughing as they darted among the giant trees, one or the other of them dodging the broad, solid trunks. He picked her up, spun her around, and set her back on her feet without breaking his pace or hers. Her laughter was music to him. Blood was physical sustenance, but her delight was what sustained his spirit.

He let her draw a little ahead of him so he could admire her beauty. And she was beautiful. Her wild red curls whipped behind her in the slipstream their breakneck speed created, her pale exposed neck inviting his lips, the delicate curve as it flowed to her narrow shoulders begging for his kisses, his tongue, his bite. He could see her blood vessels pulsing as her heart raced faster when she realized he was watching her. Her giggle floated back to him, and she sped up.

He chuckled, a low growl of a sound he knew she could hear. A shiver raced through her, and she ran even faster, daring him to overtake her.

Can’t catch me, scary brute!

Watch me.


He closed the gap, noting that her speed got better every time they ran. Her ability to heighten and improve her sith skills seemed endless. One day she might be able to outrun him. But not today.

He reached for her, feeling himself beginning to stiffen as his eyes traced her every rippling muscle, corded sinews, lush curves. She was woman, and she was magnificent.

And she was his.

Almost within his grasp, he prepared to close his fingers around her arm and sweep her around into his steel embrace. His erection grew firmer in anticipation.

His fingers closed on empty air. At the last second, the little rascal darted to the side, sensing his intentions. Her girlish laughter drifted back to him as she disappeared into the trees.

She was getting far too good at that. He growled deep in his chest, then let it rumble from his lips into the forest, the sound rising to a predator’s howl. The forest silenced as each creature froze in its tracks, each hoping this new, terrifying killer was not hunting them.

He was not. His prey was something far more delicious, and there she was, a hundred yards ahead. She flitted back and forth among the trees, making it as hard as she could for him to track her, but her zigzag route also slowed her down. She still had some things to learn from him, and the thought made him happy.

He watched her, picking up her patterns. In moments he had it.

“Hello,” he said, appearing right in front of her.

She shrieked in surprise and delight, crashing into him and knocking both of them skidding to the loam. He landed on his back, gathering her close to his chest in his strong arms, protecting her from the damp soil and fallen branches.

As they slid to a stop, his head bumping into a redwood and knocking a chunk from the bark, she snuggled against his chest.

“So gallant,” she said.

“I endeavor to please the lady,” he murmured into her ear as she drew her legs close to her belly, trying to make herself smaller and closer in his embrace.

“Oh, the lady is pleased,” she said.

Her bottom rested atop his groin, soft round cheeks pressing against him. When the image of her naked behind formed in his mind, his erection grew.

“Mmm,” she said, feeling his thoughts. “I like that you don’t mind how round I am.”

“Kenzi, my love,” he said, placing a finger under her chin and raising her face so he could look into her eyes, “you are so beautiful, it makes me ache in places I didn’t know I had.”

“Smooth talker,” she said, as casually as she could, but he felt her thoughts as well, and as the warmth spread through her, she was feeling anything but casual.

“Come on.” He stood, pulling her to her feet, the suddenness of his movement and his strength making her gasp.

He pulled her along, his nostrils flaring as he scented the first moments of her arousal. He wanted her here, now, his marauding male lust demanding he take her. But his desire to strengthen their bond even more fed his yearning to make each moment of their intimacy last as long as he could.

Now mixing with her scent was that of the spring, just ahead. The fresh, fertile smell of the water called him, and he swung her into his arms. Not breaking stride, he plunged them into the icy water fully clothed, enjoying her shriek of indignation and amusement.

He dunked them both under, hearing her yelp again under the water. He surfaced them, whipping his head to send a spray of silvery water in a fan. Kenzi’s arms were locked around his neck, and she came up gasping and laughing.

“How dare you, sir!” she said when she could speak without breaking into gales. “I am fully clothed!”

“Not to worry,” he said. In a blur he peeled her clothes off her body, tossed them onto the bank. “See? No more pesky clothes.”

“You take liberties,” she said, giving him a look of mock sternness.

“I certainly intend to,” he said, kissing her.

“Ohh… mmm,” she moaned, tightening her arms around his neck.

He traced her full lips with his tongue, feeling the smooth soft skin, making her lips as wet as he intended to make the rest of her. His touch was gentle, almost ethereal, teasing just her lips until she parted them, a soft groan escaping her. Even in the water, he scented her intoxicating aroma, increasing every instant.

Her little tongue flicked out, hesitant, but roused and seeking his. He teased her moments longer, allowing her tongue flicks to become more insistent, until he crushed his lips against hers and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.


Kenzi sighed as she yielded to Duncan’s insistent tongue invading her mouth, playing her own tongue around his, enjoying his claim over this part of her body, and the promise that he would take far more.

She felt his big strong hands exploring the smooth skin of her back, his fingertips tracing the muscles and contours. She sensed his thoughts of pleasure as he touched her, how he marveled at the satin feel of her flesh, its softness, and her firm yet feminine musculature underneath. Having access to his feelings always made her shiver, and it did so now. How different it was in there, than in her own head! She didn’t always reach so deeply as to soak up his full maleness, but she did so now.

It was harsh, to her, and somewhat cruel. But putting her perceptions into words left so much of what he was behind—like translating slang from an alien language, without understanding anything of the culture. Yes, to be a male was to have harsh and cruel aspects, but what he did with those aspects made all the difference.

For what she felt from Duncan was that he would stand between her and the ending of the world. He would throw himself on a pyre if it meant she would be saved. He would destroy a legion if he thought doing so would keep her from the slightest harm.

So while another man might be harsh and cruel to others in his life, for Duncan it meant that his primary—and primal—goal was her protection and making her feel loved. His intense maleness was an umbrella he spread over her, making sure that, every second of her life, she felt that love and protection flow from him in waves. She was tiny and could sometimes be tossed about on those waves, but she always knew he would bring her safely to shore. For that alone she loved him, and she was his to do with as he wished.

She thrilled now as his roaming hands found the curve of her round bottom and squeezed. The feeling she picked up from his mind as he fondled her was of a very aroused animal growl. No earthly counterpart existed for the type of beast she saw in him; it was huge, dark, with massive strength, and a predator’s single–minded intent to bring down its prey. She trembled, knowing it was she.

The fear sent a tremor of arousal through her entire body, making her belly muscles clench, and her sex heat and throb. Her breasts began to swell, her nipples tightening against his hard chest as he crushed her to him, her soft flesh squishing as both she, and he, worked to get even closer to each other.

The fact that he was still clothed, and she naked, thrilled her beyond what she imagined such a simple difference could make. She felt naughty, and wanton, with this beautiful but fully clad man seizing her trembling, exposed body to his own.

She could feel his powerful legs scissoring the water, keeping them both afloat, strong enough that he had his hands free to do as he wished with them. She floated her legs up, encircling his narrow, muscled waist and locking her ankles behind his back. The action angled her pelvis, allowing her vulva to rub against his stomach. Just that basic contact with his sculpted belly, through his black polo shirt, caused her labia to swell and engorge with blood and desire for him. She gripped his firm waist with her legs, clamping her thighs tight, but with his body in between.

This was making her crazy! She needed to touch herself, and drew one hand from around his neck and down between their bodies, flattening her palm and fingers to slip between his stomach and hers. She could have loosened her leg grip on his waist, but no way was she moving even a millimeter away from him!

Just as she was about to slip a finger between her increasingly demanding lips, he caught her hand.

“Uh–uh,” he grunted.

She lifted her head to see the look in his eyes, dark, smoldering, his lids heavy. She gasped. He would devour her!

She ground her pussy against his stomach, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted. From his mind she detected a chuckle, and she knew he already knew. He was not going to let her touch herself until he decided she could!

Well, she would see about that.

She used her sith strength to shove her hand downward against his grip. It was like battling a mountain. She gained a fraction, and another, but then he pulled her hand back, and she knew he was teasing her, letting her get close, but never reaching it. And it was driving her out of her mind. For all the centuries she had been alive, she could never have guessed that the simple act of being deprived of instant satisfaction could drive her to such lustful heights. She could never have guessed, because she had never known a man like this. Until now.

She loved and ached for him all the more, because she knew he was doing this to swell her pleasure ten–fold, a thousand–fold. And she knew he would allow her release when he was damn good and ready.



I hope you enjoyed this week’s naughtiness. Be sure to leave a comment and let me know what you thought.

“Betrayed by Desire and Blood” will release on May 22nd from Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, and other retailers.


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Excerpt One from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood: Book Two of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy”. Moist things occur.


So here we are at the first excerpt from Book Two of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy, “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”. I hate when that happens. Betrayal, not excerpts.


We’ll start with sort-of the beginning of Book Two. Why “sort of”? Because Duncan and Kenzi have just been reunited after… well, things. What things? Some things. (I’ll be giving stuff away, like spoiler stuff, if I say more. Read Book One, and you’ll be up to speed.) I’ve also made some small edits to the excerpt, so as not to give away the aforementioned spoilers.

And since Duncan and Kenzi have been apart, and being the horndog sith that they are, well…

Oh, and in case you missed the cover reveal for Book Two:

——————————— Desire Book Two cover copy

Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books

  “I thought I’d lost you,” Duncan said, bringing his lips to her ear.

“I thought so, too,” Kenzi murmured, closing her eyes as his hot breath tickled the whorls of her delicate ear. “Both of us. Lost, I mean. Oh, hell.”

His heated breath was doing things to her, and she was having trouble focusing on speech. When he flicked the wet tip of his tongue against her earlobe, and began tracing the shell–like spirals of her ear with it, her knees buckled. He caught her, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. She saw the dark, promising look in his eyes as he stood over her in all his big hugeness.

“The bed’s all messy and bloody,” she said.

“I don’t care.”

“I’m all messy and bloody,” she said.

“I don’t care.”

Ohh. She had missed this Duncan. Her arms seemed to rise of their own accord, languid against the crimson–soaked pillow under her head, her wrists crossing above her head as if she was shackled. Maybe he would do that to her sometime for real. She trembled.

She saw his erection growing, right before her eyes, growing, growing, until it stood straight out, throbbing at her. She reveled that it was she who did this to him, that after all they’d been through, his response to her was immediate and fierce. And since they had been naked when [edited] begged him to spare her, she felt secret satisfaction that she had not seen him so much as twitch, even when confronted with [again, edited] flawless, topless beauty. He was hers!

“We should talk about what I did to you,” she said. “The thingy.” She didn’t really want to talk—the growing dampness between her thighs was telling her to shut the hell up and let him do terrible, delicious things to her.

“Later,” he said.


“Later.” He dove onto the bed, gripped her knees in his huge hands, spread her legs wide apart and raised them into the air, and plunged his tongue into her sex.

Okay, later. Mmm.

Duncan’s hands felt shivery rough on the tender flesh of her inner thighs. He slid his palms down towards her pussy, using his forearms to keep her legs spread and in the air above his head. When he dragged his fingers across the tendons at the innermost part of her thighs, and then to the outer lips of her mound, she arched her back and thrust her wetness against his seeking mouth.

Her nipples sprang to hardness, the rubbery points aching for his touch. His hands came up at that moment, his large fingers brushing across her nipples, back and forth, hardening them even more, sending tremors of exquisite agony through her, till she thought she would go mad in her need for release.

But he only flicked his fingers, and she caught the devilish glee in his mind as he teased her higher. Oh, she had missed this Duncan! He was not going to release her so soon, or so easily. That realization made her quiver and moan, as his lips and thrusting tongue continued their assault on her soaking quim.

Her fragrance filled the air, her salty feminine tang mixing with the scent of the coppery blood soaking the bed on which they lay. From his mind, she sensed his grunt of pleasure as his nostrils flared, breathing in her essence. She saw that he scented her as cinnamon spicy, and that gave her joy. And made her really, really wet that just her aroma could give him such pleasure.

Like the pleasure he was giving her. She fisted her small hands in his thick, lustrous hair, the individual strands sliding through her fingers like finest silk, and pulled him tighter against her. He obliged by plunging his tongue deep into her, making her cry out and arch her swollen breasts into his palms.

She caught his intention at the instant he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and squealed when he pinched them hard, bringing her fully up from the bed. Her belly clenched, and she slammed her legs closed against his head as she came, her liquid bursting from her. She worried it was too much, that he might not like it anymore after being apart for a month, but he drank of her like a man dying of thirst. And that just made her come more. Fully off the bed, every muscle in her body scrunched tight, she balanced on her round bottom as she held his head with her hands and knees.

And just when she thought she couldn’t come another drop, he slid a slippery wet finger into the tight, puckered ring of her ass, with no warning. It was like he’d lit the fuse on a rocket.

Sparks exploded across her vision, and she screamed, and creamed over and over into his waiting mouth. She needed him so bad! His cock in her mouth, her pussy, in her ass. Anywhere he wanted to put it. She just wanted him however he wanted to take her for his pleasure.

He rose up from between her thighs, his lips and chin wet with her essence, a big grin on his face as he watched the aftershocks of her orgasm still ripple through her.

When she could catch her breath and speak without shaking, she said, “You look pretty proud of yourself, stud.” Nope, words still came out breathy.

“You look very fuckable,” he said, observing her flushed face and chest, her wild red curls, her heaving breasts.

“Duncan!” she said, slapping the top of his head. “Wherever did you learn to speak such language? And to a lady, yet!”

“Mainly from you,” he said. “Let me rephrase—you look very fuckable, milady.”

“Much better,” she said.

He slid up her body, the oh–my–god hard muscles of his torso gliding up her belly and across her breasts. Her wetness was threatening to dehydrate her. And when the head of his rock–hard shaft slicked through her labia and flipped across her clit, it was like he’d rung a bell. She gasped out a breath, and he kept her oxygen deprived by pressing his lips to hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth and capturing hers.

His tongue thrust against hers, insistent, like the pulsing of his erection against her softest flesh. She was going out of her mind, and so soon after a colossal orgasm! And just when she was about to shout, “Put it in me, already!”, he did.

There was no buildup this time. Shoving into her with his hot, stiff, demanding rod, then pulling back and slamming forward, was all she needed. All she wanted. She went off again, throwing her arms around his neck, her claws shooting out from her fingers, her legs and ankles locking around his narrow, sculpted waist. She dug her heels into his firm, muscled butt and tried to pull him deeper into her.

He pulled back, till just the head of his cock remained at the entrance to her drenched core, and plunged into her again. And again. And again.

She screamed as her orgasm became her whole world. Her shriek set him off, his erection becoming impossibly huge, and he growled and grunted in her ear as he shot spurt after spurt of his boiling semen deep into her. She felt his thick cream splash against her inner walls, filling her more than she thought possible. It was hot, and thick, and she never wanted it to end.

“It won’t,” he rumbled in her ear, nuzzling her as the last jets of his orgasm filled her to overflowing. “I will always be with you.”

“You will?” She pulled back so she could look into his eyes, her emerald orbs flicking back and forth as she searched his face.

“Yes,” he said. “I plan to fill you in every way possible, for eternity.”

“Oh, Duncan,” she sighed, pulling him close to her.



So, yeah. How’d you like that one?

“Betrayed by Desire and Blood” is up for pre-order now at Smashwords and Barnes & Noble, and will release on May 22, 2014 there and on Amazon.

As for Book One, it’s at Amazon as well as the links above.


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Excerpt the Last from “Born of Desire and Blood”. You heard me.


So here it is: the last excerpt from “Born of Desire and Blood”. Because the book releases this Thursday April 24th, is why. But don’t worry, because the second book in my trilogy–“Betrayed by Desire and Blood: Book Two of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy” (noticing a pattern here?)–is all finished and I’ll begin posting excerpts from it next week.

In the meantime, let’s go out with a bang. Duncan is attempting to explain to Kenzi what could happen to her if he loses control of his sith beast when he is with her. Of course, Kenzi has her own ideas about things.


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Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books

“Look, Duncan,” Kenzi said, putting on her best I–know–what–I’m–talking–about face. “You wouldn’t hurt me. I know it in my bones.”

“Far be it from me to argue with your bones.” He smiled a little, and she brightened, but then he got that serious look again. “Kenzi, I don’t want anything to happen to you. If it did…” He trailed off.

“If it did, what?” She put her cheek against his hard pectoral. “What could happen to me? I trust you to always protect me.” She raised her head and gazed at him with all the solemnity of a woman who knows she’s right. “And I do okay taking care of myself, you know. Been doing it for a long time.”

He shook his head. “This is a different game now,” he said. “We are preparing to go against a formidable enemy. The last thing I need while I’m worrying about your safety with that, is to also be fretting that I could hurt you in a moment of debauched weakness.”

“‘Debauched’?” She burst into peals of laughter.

He pressed his lips together and waited until her mirth subsided, and said, “Yes, little one.”

Oooh. She liked that—little one.

He went on, “You just recently discovered your… er, sexuality, because of— Well, it doesn’t matter right now.”

She looked at him sharply. What had he been about to say? She opened her mouth to ask, but he continued on.

“What does matter is, for whatever reason your desires were kept in check before, they are released now.” He let out a breath, and she could feel and hear his steady, deep heartbeat. “Our kind are largely unable to keep their baser cravings in check. From the Making, all sith seek extreme hedonistic pursuits.” He looked a little discomfited. “Blood, of course, is pursuit number one. But sex is a close second.” His discomfort grew. “Kenzi, I’ve seen things—”

“Ooh! Tell me about them!”

“I’m being serious now,” he chided her, but all she could do was beam at him, so a smile touched his lips for a moment. “An out of control sith is a fearsome spectacle. An out of control male sith is even worse.” He curled his lips in chagrin. “And then there is me.”

She stroked his rocklike biceps, bulging as he held her off the ground. Wasn’t he getting tired of holding her weight? “You won’t hurt me,” she said, giving him one quick nod of her unwavering belief in him.

His answering smile made her tummy go liquid. “I appreciate your faith in me, but there are things you don’t know…” Again he trailed off.

She frowned at him. “What? What aren’t you telling me?”

He gazed at her long moments. Finally he said, “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“Then I’m going to ask you to trust me on this.” And somehow he was holding her up with one hand, while his other came up and stroked the length of her spine.

She shivered, and felt herself getting wet again. “No fair, bub!” she protested. “You don’t play fair!”

“Chalk it up to me being a beast,” he said. His hand paused at the small of her back. “Will you do that?”

Her eyes had closed. “Mmm… What?”

“Will you trust me on this?” he said. She knew he was waiting for her reply, but couldn’t quite get the words out, could only moan. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

“Ahhh…” She tried to focus on his face and ignore his stroking. And he was getting erect inside her again.

“Does it at least mean we still get to do this?” she asked, letting her right hand go between their bodies, her index and second fingers spreading to either side of his hardening shaft, and stroking it with the strong grip of her fingers.

“Kenzi…” The word was both a warning and a promise. His eyes closed, and his erection jumped inside her.

She tried reasoning with him, while she had his shaft imprisoned between her sith fingers. “You said we sith can’t control ourselves, and that someone like me will be really out of control, right?” He grunted, his hips beginning to move, so she took that as assent. “Then what better way to keep me in control, than to keep me close and fuck me a whole lot?”

His eyes flew open. “Kenzi!”

“Oh, don’t be such an altar boy!” she said, stroking him fast and clamping her fingers tighter around his soft skin. Her voice softened. “Don’t you like it when I talk like that?”

“Er…” he mumbled. She could see he was having a lot of trouble focusing on her words, and that pleased her no end. Two can play this game, Mister! She wiggled her fingers against him while she fondled him, began to undulate her pelvis. His cock leaped inside her.

“Duncan…” she murmured, drawing her lips to his ear, her pussy getting moister by the second. Her tummy muscles clenched. “We can make love. We can also fuck. There’s nothing wrong with that. You like fucking me, don’t you? You like the feel of your hard cock in my very wet pussy, don’t you?” She was making herself hotter with all this naughty talk, and she could tell from the way he was swelling inside her that she was getting to him, too, no matter how formal he tried to act with her. Her hips sped up.

A harsh growl rasped from his throat, and Duncan lifted her into the air, holding her aloft with his massive arms. She thought she had offended him with her dirty talk, but no! He tossed her in the air a few inches, caught her in his big hands as he adjusted his grip, and pressed her pussy to his mouth!

“Oh fuck!” she shrieked. He was holding her in the air, his giant hands part under her ass, part on her hip bones, and his tongue was circling her pussy lips. She grabbed his head and held on. Maybe later she would want him to be more subtle, but now—

“Duncan! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she squealed as his tongue found her clit. She came hard and gushed her honey into his waiting mouth. Her cum, mixed with his from before. She worried for a second, but he drank it all, groaning deep vibrato into her pussy.

“Oh, holy fuck!” she cried, her brain melting at how sexy he was. “Duncan! Please!”

He needed no further urging. Once more flinging her into the air, he flipped her around as he caught her, turned her so she faced away from him, wrapped one granite arm around her waist, the other across her hanging breasts, and plunged himself into her from behind!

Fuck!” she screamed. “Oh, Duncan! Oh!”

She hung there from his arms, impaled on his cock, her own limbs flailing mindlessly in her scorching arousal. He began moving her back and forth on his heavy shaft, and it pressed inside her. He let very little of her weight hang—just enough so that she could feel the strength of his cock, and how it pushed against the thin wall between her pussy and rectum. The sensation was one she’d never felt, and it was driving her out of her mind!

Her clit began to burn and jerk, and she was so close…

Suddenly Duncan pressed his thumb against her anus, at the same moment angling her body so that the turgid head of his cock hit her G–spot. The two sensations—the forbidden and the mind–blowing—made her see stars against her closed eyelids while her body tightened and her back arched.

Duncan bellowed a wordless howl, and began pumping more of his hot cum into her. At that same moment, she shuddered and gushed a scalding stream of her nectar back onto him, her orgasm shaking her so violently that it was all Duncan could do to hang onto her.

He raised her up so that her back was against his muscular torso, and held her close while she trembled in the aftershocks. He put his large hand against her throat, and gently drew her head back against his shoulder, kissing her forehead soft as gossamer.

After a few minutes her shaking ebbed. She had never felt this before. What was the word? Sated. That was it. What a lovely word.



I hope you’ve been enjoying the excerpts from “Born”, and will come back next week for a fresh excerpt from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”.

And if you’d like to know where to get “Born of Desire and Blood”, visit my Books page for full info.


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Excerpt Six from “Born of Desire and Blood”. Yep, it’s got THAT in it.


Thanks to our hosts, Sheri and Trent, for wrangling another great Crawl.

This week we’ll continue with the warm sweaty stuff (except sith don’t sweat). You may remember my excerpt a couple of weeks ago, where Duncan was frozen in place, afraid making any move towards Kenzi could potentially cause her great harm.

Yeah. How’s that working out for ya, Duncan?


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Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books


Damn you, Duncan Munroe!

She stood right in front of him now, so close that the burning tips of her breasts almost touched his sculpted abs. What was wrong with him? He obviously wanted her—she was amazed his jeans could contain what she was seeing. And if she wasn’t getting so pissed, she’d be running her fingertips down its length, just to see if that was all him.

She waited, looking him in the eye, and her scrambled awareness still told her minutes passed. Enough was enough.

Asshole!” she hissed, and turned and walked away.


Duncan’s heart crashed. She was walking away!

He could take it no longer. Every particle of his being roared at him to take her now. To claim her as his female. Now and forever!

His vaunted logic crumbled to dust, and the beast howled to life. No shades of gray; she was his, and he would have her! Nothing of intellect showed in his eyes; he was animal. He reached out and grabbed her arm before she moved out of reach, and yanked her around to face him.


Kenzi gasped as the room spun. Duncan’s hand was on her upper arm, and he was rough. He hauled her around as if she were no weightier than a rag doll.

Her heart buffeted her ribs as a shiver of fear took her. But the moment she saw the look in his ravenous eyes—eyes that were darkening through cobalt as she watched—her breath caught, and her legs went from under her. The waves of desire rolling from him tossed her thoughts like driftwood on deep ocean crests.

Duncan caught her before she fell and crushed her to him, one massive arm around her lower back, the other across her shoulder blades. Her soft breasts mashed against his granite abdominal muscles. Her nipples tightened to points at the abrupt contact with his body. His heavy erection pressed into her heated belly. She couldn’t breathe.

He whirled her around and crashed her back into the wall, cracking the plaster. She was glad of her sith near–invulnerability, that she could take this. That he was wrong when he had said she couldn’t. She wanted more!

Let yourself go, Duncan! Don’t hold back anymore!

She clawed at him, at his swollen biceps—were they even bigger than before?—at his enormous chest, at his face. She was only vaguely aware that her nails had lengthened as she scratched and tore at his skin, blood flowing, fumbling to seize his head and draw him closer.

But he already knew what she wanted, because it was the same thing he wanted, and his lips met hers with an impact that rattled her teeth and cut the inside of her lips. She tasted the copper of her own blood. She bit his lip, and moaned when his blood mingled with hers.

His tongue intruded into her mouth. She sighed, and pressed up tighter against him, her claws shredding the back of his shirt to rags, and his skin to ribbons. Her tongue played with his, loving the way he thrust into her, even his very tongue letting her know he would have her his way, on his terms, for as long as he chose. Every muscle in her body clenched hard at that thought.

Her pussy flooded as she came at his power, her breasts gone full and heavy, areola drawn up tight against his rocklike muscles. Still he kissed her, his nostrils flaring at the sweet fragrance of her. She could not draw breath, and didn’t care. Her hands went to the back of his head, to his neck, and she tightened her clawed fingers into his thick black hair. He was fully supporting her now, squeezing her to him, and she let him hold her while her hands roamed through his dense locks, loving the feel of them being both coarse and silken at the same time.

She sank her hips against him, her belly pressing against his urgent erection. His cock. The word was delicious in her mind, both forbidden and swollen with promise.

She could wait no longer. Now, Duncan!



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Excerpt Five from “Born of Desire and Blood”. Naughtiness ensues.


Thanks once again to Sheri and Trent for encouraging my behavior.

This week it’s back to the warm and the wet. Duncan and Kenzi are hunting in order to feed. Since they do not hunt humans, wildlife are to be their hapless victims. And prior to their transformation to fully sith, Duncan strips Kenzi naked.

She repays the favor by taking him into her mouth. We join them just as Duncan is about to lose it.


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“Enough!” he roared, lifting her up and crushing her to him, the feel of her soft breasts against his hard muscles driving him out of his mind. And when she lifted her legs and locked them around him, sitting atop his shaft, sliding her wetness along the length of his cock, he thought he would explode.

“Hunt now,” he grunted, the brute coming to the fore, thickening his muscles, forsaking him of his words. He pushed off his jeans and shoes.

Kenzi’s nostrils flared at the scent of his towering, sculpted body, his throbbing, upright erection, and he smelled her fragrance grow stronger, more fecund, more delicious. Her lush body grew even fuller and curvier before his eyes, her hips widening, her breasts swelling, her gorgeous bottom ripening. His fingers found her wet slit, pushed inside, withdrew. He licked them, his eyes dark.

Took her hand. “Hunt now.”

They ran, their sith bodies moving in easy rhythm, in sync with each other. As if it had always been this way. And always would be.

Their primitive natures took over, their claws extending, ancient muscles flexing. Flesh rippled, sinew stretched, genitals throbbed with blood for each other. They looked into each other’s eyes as they ran, love and lust combining, the heat surging between them, a primordial force that compelled them to seek their darkest hungers in each other.

They ran, the miles disappearing beneath their bare feet. They ran, and each mile increased their love and attachment to each other. They ran, and their ache for each other rose to the heavens. They threw back their heads and howled their eerie, piercing cry, together.

Duncan’s mind descended into the broth of sith hormones simmering in his brain, acquiescing to the primal changes of his body brought about by sex, by the Bonding, but most of all by his fervent love for Kenzi. He was a man possessed, and his siren ran beside him, her small hand captured in his much larger one.

Though they had shared thoughts, no logic or order existed now. The ancient blood flowing through their vessels reached back to the dawn of time, to the Progenitor, the first of their kind. The urges flooding through them now harkened back to Her, the Mother of them all. What She was, drove them. In what She had bestowed upon them, they rejoiced. In the shadows in which She had birthed them, they moved unseen.

They were instinct, and strength, and passion, and darkness.

Duncan roared, the creature in full control now. Kenzi answered with her own scream, higher–pitched, but more prolonged. The sound raised the hackles on the back of Duncan’s neck, and his erection grew stronger, even painful. He ached for her, and he loved her in a way that approached madness.

Her naked muscles undulated in the moonlight, and his animal mind bellowed approval at the sensuous sight. Not breaking stride, he swung her around until she was on his shoulders, her thighs against his ears, her soaking pussy drenching the back of his neck.

She shrieked a snarling laugh, her own animal in command. She raked her razor claws up Duncan’s chest, ten slashes that opened up his thickened skin and flowed blood down his torso and rippling thighs. He answered her mischievous play by spinning her around, plunging his tongue into her red and swollen labia, finding her clit, his teeth biting.

She screeched her delight at his proprietary siege of her sex, slashed her claws up his back, and flipped backwards off his shoulders, gracefully landing on her feet ten yards in front of him. She danced back towards him, her eyes gone onyx, licked the blood from the wounds she had made on him, the wounds that his animal had nearly healed. Some blood dripped from her lips and down her chin, and his desire for her rose greater still.

He stopped, as did she, both frozen, listening, scenting the air. They looked at each other, and exploded into motion, faster than before.

The small herd of deer they had sensed had no chance. Entering the trees, no more than blurs, they fell upon the herd as the creatures grazed in a moonlit clearing. Claws slashed veins efficiently, blood drunk, carcasses drained.

Sated at last, the two of them turned their attention to each other. Duncan, covered in deer blood, circled Kenzi, who had managed to remain unsullied by the burgundy fluid. A laughing growl rose from her throat as her black eyes danced, watching him stalk her.

His nostrils flared at her aroma, a fragrance more ambrosial to him than any blood could ever be. She was his Bond–mate; nothing on Earth was more precious, or more desirable, to him.

She teased him, turning away and bending forward with hands on shapely thighs, exposing herself to him just a little. Her tangy perfume surged to his nose.

He lunged.



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Excerpt Four–and a cover reveal!–from “Born of Desire and Blood: Book One of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy”


For those of you who have been wondering what I do with my days, I can finally reveal the title–and the cover–of Book One of my paranormal erotic romance trilogy. Thank you, Sheri and Trent.

In this week’s excerpt, Duncan explains to Kenzi what they are, and how they came to be.

But first:

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Duncan chose his next words, seeking not to offend her. “You said you hadn’t much knowledge of the lore of our kind.” At her somewhat confused nod, he went on, “We are—all of us dark creatures—children of the Progenitor, the first baobhan sith.”

Baa–van shee,” Kenzi mimicked the Scottish words. “Not—?”

“Baobhan sith predates any other term from our homeland for what we are,” he said. “We are sith, and we are children of the Progenitor, our Creator, our Maker.”

“Hmm,” she said. Her eyes lit up. “Oh wait—I remember! My father told my sister and me stories when I was little, to make us behave.  He said we needed to stay out of the deep woods, or the baobhan sith would get us.”

“Those old tales were mostly passed around by deer hunters,” Duncan said, “who were said to have been seduced and then drained of blood by beautiful fairy women. Truth be told, the baobhan sith weren’t always discriminating in their kills—blood is blood.”

“They were women? My father didn’t mention that, just that they were monsters that would kill my sister and me.”

“Male sith kill and feed just as females do, but all Makers are women,” Duncan said. “As was the Progenitor. That is how our kind is born. From the female sith. And only from her.” He paused. “Male sith can only kill.”

Kenzi frowned. “I was attacked by… so many of them.” She started to shake. “I couldn’t tell which of them… bit me. But you say the Making can only come from a female?”

“Yes.” Duncan’s throat tightened as her dread grew, and his heart caught. He moved to her and put his arms around her to calm her. She laid her head on his chest, still trembling. He felt her reluctance to move so close to him, but the fears warring within her from her darkest memories pushed her to seek his arms.

Kenzi thought about what he had said. “So to un–Make myself—and you—we have to find the female baobhan sith that Made me? And kill her?”

“That’s right.”


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Excerpt Two from Work-in-Progress: Book One of Erotic Paranormal Romance Trilogy


Thank you, Sheri and Trent, for having me back again for this week’s Dungeon Crawl. (What were you thinking?)

This week’s excerpt finds Duncan in conflict: he has learned something about Kenzi that she herself does not know. And he cannot tell her what it is.


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Duncan’s insides were at war, and regardless which side won the battle, he knew he would lose.

Kenzi was so close! The fragrance of her arousal overwhelmed his senses towards madness.

Her nearness beat upon the doors of his mind, like she was crawling inside him, and he could see in her eyes she was wondering why he hadn’t moved to touch her. In a moment, his inaction would hurt her, and he had promised her that he would never cause her harm. But what if giving her what she wanted did just that?

What if succumbing to his mountainous need for her ended up killing her?


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