It’s my pleasure to welcome Elyzabeth M. VaLey to the blog today with her new release, Reine’s Salvation 🙂
Thank you for having me on your blog today with my latest release, Reine’s
Salvation (Alpha Protectors I).
The idea for this paranormal-suspense romance began back in 2014 with an
anthology call. The anthology never went through and I left the story in the
backburner for two years. When I finally picked it up again I realized that
there was a lot more to tell.
The characters from the story in 2014 stepped aside and Reine took center
stage. He had a story to tell. His life hadn’t been easy. He was a tortured
hero with a sleuth of problems. He didn’t think he deserved a happy ending.
However, I just had to prove him wrong, right? *grin*
Alpha Protectors, 1
He’s the kind of man her mother warned her to steer clear from…
Mystique is happy with her current life, but for years she’s struggled on a
path of self-destruction. She knows she shouldn’t get involved with the brooding
hunk at the bar, but how can she stay away when his sorrowful gaze is so
Reine has lost everything: his wife, his friends, his ability to fight, and
his identity as an Alpha Protector. There’s nothing left for him except a world
of anger and bitterness. At least, that’s what he believes until he meets an
The attraction between them is immediate, but while Reine can’t let go of
his past, Mystique is not willing to return to hers. With darkness constantly
closing in, will they find a way to be together? Or, will Reine’s behavior
destroy their future?
Reine sighed. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure,” she agreed. She observed him for an instant. His eyes were closed. Her gaze traveled across his nose and over to his full lips. Damn it if she didn’t want to kiss him. She lay back
down, trying to still her beating heart. “What would you like to talk about?” she asked.
“How about this insane attraction we’re both feeling?”
“What?” Mystique squeaked.
“You heard me.”
Mystique shut her eyes as she heard the rustle of his clothes. She didn’t dare open them.
“I haven’t felt so attracted to any woman in over two years, and from what you’ve told me, it’s been a while for you too.”
Eight years, she thought. She’d kept herself away from one-night stands and sex with others in general, afraid she’d become angry and bitter again if things didn’t work out. She played with her toys and enjoyed her body on her own. It had been enough, until Reine. He was
driving her hormones crazy.
“Well, yes.” She licked her lips.
“Damn it, woman, do you know what that does to me?”
Mystique gasped as Reine’s lips brushed against hers.
“It makes me want to devour your mouth,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding breathless to her own ears.
“Don’t be. Look at me,” Reine said gruffly.
She opened her eyes and found his face inches away. The intensity of his gaze was like looking into a pool of flaming desire that threatened to consume her.
“Don’t think. It’ll make it easier.”
She didn’t have time to issue a protest as he lowered his head and kissed her. They both groaned as their lips melded against each other. His teeth snagged on her bottom lip, pulling
slightly and making her body react like a fire alarm at the first hint of smoke. His tongue licked a path across her bottom and upper bow, and she eagerly opened up for him, needing to taste more. Her nipples hardened beneath her top.
Reine pulled her up into a sitting position and smashed his lips against hers. He possessed her mouth with his, not with strength, but with the ability of a man who knew what he was doing.
His tongue delved deep, intertwining with hers. Mystique moaned. Her mind went blank, her senses taking priority over anything else. All she could do was feel the touch of his hand on her back, and the warmth of his mouth against hers.
Breathless, they both pulled back after a few minutes. Her hands trembling, she pushed a few strands of his hair away from his face. Reine kissed her gently. She angled her head and he
explored her mouth at a more leisurely pace.
“You drive me insane,” he whispered. “This is not normal,” he insisted.
“I want to fuck you,” he groaned into her ear. He brought her hand to his cock. Eagerly, she stroked him over his jeans. Liquid rushed to coat her panties and a dull ache began to throb
between her legs.
“And what are you waiting for?”
“I can’t. Not here. Not after what you’ve told me.”
“What?” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed back. “What do you mean?”
About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
weird by normal standards – what is normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys
making up songs about mundane things, doodling stars and flowers on any blank
sheet of paper, talking to her Lab whenever he feigns interest and coming up
with love stories to make readers dream.
From contemporary to historical or fantasy, she
enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and passion and all that comes
in between happy ever after.
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