The Tuesday Tease plus Logan Oliver's POV

Welcome back to the Tuesday Tease! Guess what? TOXIC Part One is back in my hands! And shockingly, the edits are less than minor. It’s going to be ~quick~. Then all I need to do a series of psychotic read-thru’s. That’s where I lose sleep and forego food so I can marathon read until my eyeballs bleed. And guess what else? My husband came through and finished the covers for both Part One and Part Two~! I should be debuting both those in the next few days. *happy dance* It’s all finally coming together. As soon as I kick Part One out the door I’ll attack Part Two (it’s mostly all edited).  

Okay, I have a really BIG surprise and I’m hoping you’ll love it as much as I do. I’ve completed one of my secret projects…ETHEREAL KNIGHTS (The Olivers). It’s ETHEREAL retold from Logan and Gage’s perspective and it’s…well, a bit steamy. I let the boys run wild so turn up the AC ladies, Gage is not shy. I’ll send it to my editor as soon as I can. It’s a full-length novel and ideally I’d like to put it out back to back with TOXIC Part Two.

BTW, my contemporary romance is with one of my editors as we speak and hopefully I’ll do a jacket blurb and cover reveal soon.

On to the teasers! Here’s one Marshall tease and then an entire scene from ETHEREAL KNIGHTS from Logan’s perspective. It’s the scene where he and Skyla visit the Falls of Virtue. It falls right after this scene: click here.

Enjoy~!

(Skyla and Marshall discussing her biological mother )

“She is insane,” I scream, standing in the middle of Marshall’s living room.

He jabs a finger in the direction of the fireplace and it roars to life in one giant blaze.

“Of course she’s insane. That would be your genealogy by the way.” Marshall points to the ceiling and the lights dim, music filters in through the air. He holds out a hand and I absentmindedly take it.

“She just basically declared open season on my vagina,” I say, leaning into Marshall’s chest as we begin to slow dance. “I mean one conjugal visit and we’re as good as married?”

“It needs to be consensual.” He insists. “Of course, the bride price still needs to be paid but these days all that amounts to is a clerical fee at the county court house,” Marshall rambles.

ETHEREAL KNIGHTS (An Oliver Novel)

Logan’s POV

The Falls of Virtue are a testament to the Master’s glory like nothing else I’ve ever seen—until I met Skyla.

The fog skirts by our feet at this heightened elevation as I lead us down to the waterline where the view is best.

There they are—three falls, each perfectly spaced across the back of the hillside. We watch as they rain down with fury and passion into the open mouth of the lake. It’s a heated exchange, pulsating and throbbing, something just this side of erotic. It’s so blatantly beautiful here. It makes you feel as if you’ve accidentally landed in paradise.

“Wow.” She looks up at a rainbow just beyond the peak and a laugh gets trapped in her throat. “It’s…”

Skyla struggles with words. Her lips part. It takes all of my self-control not to dive down over her mouth and cover it with my own.

“You have unicorns here too?” She laughs.

“Not at this location. They prefer the higher elevations where it snows.” I bite my lip until it feels like I might draw blood. I’m having serious withdrawals from kissing her, and yet, I don’t want her to think I dragged her all the way up here to maul her. But God, how I would love to maul her.

“So that’s where the water comes from?”

“Year round.” I knock my head back trying to ignore the fact I’m starting to get the shakes just looking at her.

She heads out toward the edge of the lake, the water nearly lapping over her shoes. I step beside her and wrap an arm around her waist, safely from her skin so she doesn’t feel like I’m trying to listen in.

“This is where I want to get married someday.” Her face ignites with color. She swallows hard as if realizing what she just let slip. “Gage said I was going to marry him.” She averts her eyes as if the theory were more than laughable.

Everything in me goes numb—the expression bleeds from my face.

A thousand thoughts assault me all at once. 

“So it must be true,” I whisper.

Gage—this was his girl—his dream come to life. He knew it and he didn’t tell me. He gave her the knife and she gutted me without even knowing. But this is Skyla, the Celestra that stole my heart with one bat of her lash. The minute she set foot on Paragon, she lit up my universe with her smile. To hell with Gage and his weepy eyed dreams. I’m not letting go. If he wants her—if he wants his unblemished “prognosticating” track record to continue, he’ll have to go through me to get her. 

“I’m not marrying Gage.” She spits it out as if it were a fact—as if she had any say in it at all. “I thought it was funny,”—she shakes her head—“Brielle thinks maybe he has a crush on me.”

“He does.” I can’t seem to break my deer in the headlights gaze.

“Anyway,” she breathes, “I’m not into him.” She pauses, waving her hand over my face to capture my attention. “I’m into you.”

And there it is. Just the words I needed to break the spell. A smile curves on the edge of my lips and everything in me aches to kiss her.

 “I’m into you,” I say, pulling her in close.

Skyla with her out of the box wicked beauty. I want to run my tongue over every inch of her, devour her in one quick bite—swallow her down.

I sweep my lips over hers and an involuntary groan wrenches from me. We kiss in waves of heated passion. We drink down the wine of new love by the vat full. This is meaningful. This is right, and for damn sure it’s meant to be. Every angel on earth and in heaven can testify to the truth of what’s unfolding between us.

I love kissing Logan, Skyla’s mind reels with lust. Kissing Logan at the Falls of Virtue is like stepping into a fairytale. Suddenly I’m transported to a land with dragons and villains. Of course, I’m the princess, which in turn makes Logan the perfect prince.

I pull back and dot the tip of her nose with my lips.

“You up for a swim, princess?”

Her mouth falls open at the realization I read her thoughts.

“I don’t have my bathing suit.” She gives a sexy as hell smile and the bulge in my jeans rises to salute her.

“Swim in your underwear, or without. Your choice.” Choose without. I relax my grip around her sweater, too bad she didn’t hear my preference.

“I don’t have a towel.” It comes out pressured and gives away the fact she’s not so hot on the idea.

“I have a few in the truck for emergencies.” No point in letting her off so easy. I try to hide the grin wanting to take over.

Skyla licks her lips, slow in one clean sweep, like she’s trying to seduce me. “Does this qualify as an emergency?”

“It’s the only one I know of.” My jeans tighten just below the hips and I turn slightly so I don’t stab her in the leg with my newfound protrusion and send her running for the hills. “I’ll stay in my boxers.” I hold up a hand, swearing to my declaration.

She takes a heated breath as if a preview of what’s to come just swirled through her mind like some wild porno flick. Not that I plan on doing anything wildly pornographic with her. In fact, I plan on taking it slow—doing things right. This isn’t some dime a dozen girl I’ve latched onto at one of Ellis’s VD Petri dish get-togethers. Skyla is special—a princess, someone to build a life with. 

 “Sure.” She finally concedes and starts heading toward the truck.

I whip out my cell to send a big FU to Gage and my thumb hits “camera” instead of messages, so I go with it. I aim high and snap of picture of Skyla’s arms in the air, her sweater knotted up by her wrists.

I’m mesmerized as her golden hair falls against her bare skin. Her pink bra straps set my body on fire, and I groan pushing off my jeans. I’m already testing the resolve of my boxers. I’d better get control, and fast.

I land my phone and jeans on the hood of the truck, take off my T-shirt and hook it over the windshield so it doesn’t fly away.

Skyla walks over slow and methodical, swiveling her hips like a well-polished vixen. Her pink toenails call to me like candy. Her tans legs rise like skyscrapers that I long to climb. I ride my gaze up her body and trace out her yellow lace underwear, her hot pink bra with a diamond cut jewel shining between her cleavage. If I didn’t know better, I’d think swimming in our underwear was a well thought out plan on her part.

Her face turns ten shades of red as she sweeps her eyes over me, she blinks down at my boxers and bounces her gaze right back to my face.

I pull her in by the hand, pressing my lips against her and land her stomach over mine. My body seizes with the touch of her hot skin and a strangled sound of pleasure gets trapped in my throat.

“You think the water’s cold?” She lands her cool hands over my chest and pushes me back a good twelve inches.

“I hope so.” For the sake of my sanity it’d better be.

I walk her over to the “diving board”, a granite ledge that hangs over the top of the falls, and smile over at her as we jump in hand in hand. The lake swallows us down, engulfs us with its sharp icy sting—fire and ice all in one. This is what it feels like being with Skyla, a delirium of sensation, the logic of up and down, hot and cold is all erased in her bewitching presence. 

Skyla and I cement our feelings for one another under each of the three falls by way of our lips, our arms—her legs riding over my back. These are lust-born kisses, mysterious kisses that stretch back and forth in time, explosive lingual exchanges that just might be illegal in all fifty states. We set the water on fire—turn the entire lake into a boiling cauldron as we drop beneath the surface, our mouths interlocked, exchanging the air from our lungs like currency.

Skyla coils her legs around me. Her fingernails dig into my back as she pushes in with great intensity. There’s no way I would ever become Gage’s anything. Logan has me totally and completely. This is something that surpasses the length of years, the ladder of time. We’re building something eternal. I can feel it.

We pop to the surface and gasp for air as laughter trembles from our lips.

Something catches her attention off in the ebony pines and I follow her gaze.

Nevermore.

I let go of her for a minute and dive back under. Gage won’t let her out of his sight and I finally know why.

I’m about to prove Gage and his gift of knowing wrong. I’ll be damned if I let him get in the way our love.

Skyla and I will get our happily ever after, with or without destiny’s approval.

***I hope you enjoyed it~!***

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