New Cover For Dragonfire

Check out the awesome cover Trace did for me for my upcoming story, Dragonfire, coming in February at Amber Heat:


Leilani Aster and her sister are the last of the descendants of a powerful Druid. An old enemy is determined to destroy them. Lani must call upon her ex-lover, Aleksandar Lyaksandro--the powerful leader of the shapeshifting Dragon Order--for help. She'd been betrayed by Zander once before. Can they get beyond their past to save their future?

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The touch of Leilani's soft lips against his reverberated throughout Zander, but especially in his cock. It lengthened and thickened, pressing against the unyielding metal of the zipper of his jeans. He wanted her, like he wanted no other.

When he’d heard her cry out then Melantha, his heart had stopped. That Gerszon could reach them, even here where dragon magic was strong, was unbelievable.

It was unacceptable.

Her tongue slid between his lips, like hot, wet silk. He knew he should give her some space, knew she acted under the lingering affects of too much adrenaline and the surcease of fear, but...

He wasn’t that much of a gentleman.

His cock was as hard as steel forged in dragon fire, and his balls were tight with anticipation. He hadn’t touched a woman in two years...hadn’t wanted another woman. He wanted Leilani.

With a groan, he settled fully on top of her, nudging her legs apart, making a place for himself between the sweet cradle of her thighs. He nipped, he sucked, he licked, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to drink in her flavor. One taste only led to him wanting more.

More than just her mouth.

Zander gave a low growl and kissed a path down her throat, lingering at the pulse hammering under her soft skin. He raked his teeth over the tendon at the side of her neck, testing her, letting her feel just a hint of the wildness lurking within him.

She gasped and arched, her groin pressing into his erection. His hands went to her blouse and he yanked, sending buttons scattering. One smacked him in the eye and another bounced off his forehead, but he barely felt the sting. He had his woman beneath his hungry body again, and it would take a world war to move him.

The tight peaks of her breasts beckoned him. He latched on with fervor, sucking as much of one breast into his mouth as he could. Then he gentled, drawing on her nipple with slow, strong pulls. He brought one hand up and tweaked the other nipple, twisting and tugging on it with his fingers.

When her hips pumped against him, he released her breasts and kissed his way down her slender torso. He unfastened her pants and pulled them and her panties off at the same time.

He drew back and stared at her. God, she was so damned beautiful, all strawberries and cream with her light red hair, lips crimson from his kisses, pink nipples and pale, soft skin. Long torso leading to a little tummy and that graceful slit with its sparse shelter of springy hair between slender thighs.

Zander groaned and slid his hands over her inner thighs, up until his thumbs met across her swollen sex. Then he spread her, opened her to his gaze, a gaze riveted to the slick dark pink folds and shadowed opening of her body.

His nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal rose. With a hungry growl, he bent his head and set his open mouth on her. The first swipe of his tongue through her cleft made her cry out. When he speared into her channel, her hands came down and clutched his head, her fingers lacing through his hair with a strong grip.

He worked her until she was moaning and pumping her hips against him. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her so he could get a better angle. He fucked into her with his tongue, dragging her flavor deep into his mouth, flicking against her sensitive inner walls with the pointed tip of his tongue.

“Zander!” She arched and shuddered, her sheath contracting around his tongue as her orgasm roiled through her. He kept up the steady rhythm, keeping her arousal ramped high, not letting her come down until she’d careened into another climax.

She settled against the mattress and his hands went to his belt. His only thought was to free his cock, to thrust into her before he exploded. It had been too long since he’d been inside his woman. He’d worry about the rest of his clothes later.

Just as he tabbed down his zipper, a soft knock came on the door.

His head swiveled toward the door. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“Not just yet, bro,” Terik’s low voice said, muffled by the thick wood.

For once, Zander was sorry dragons had such good hearing.

Copyright ©2007 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.


Dragonfire, available February 2007 at Amber Heat!





"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before." ~Mae West