Iron - P.G. Forte [Sept 21]

[Maria]

Soon to be released - a new Liquid romance book

Iron

by: P.G. Forte

ISBN: 978-1-59578-585-5

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Blurb:


Nineteenth century Ireland. In the depths of winter, blacksmith Gavin O'Malley faces a bitter choice. Will he lose his heart to the lovely fae Aislinn, or give his soul to save her?

Gavin O’Malley is a bitter man with a heart as hard as the iron he forges. He wants his life back—the one that was stolen from him the day his wife died in childbirth—taking their firstborn son with her.

When Aislinn Deirbhile, an immortal, shape-shifting fae, arrives on his doorstep, he knows he’s in luck. For Aislinn can give Gavin everything he’s been missing: A devoted-seeming wife in the image of his beloved Mairead (one who won’t deny him the physical intimacy he craves) and children who are sure to outlive their father. Now, all he has to do is find a way to keep her—without losing his immortal soul in the process.

But Aislinn has as agenda of her own. On the run from a vengeful fae lord who’s vowed to either make her his or end her existence, she knows the iron that allows Gavin to take her captive will also keep her pursuers at bay. In order to put herself permanently beyond her enemy’s reach, however, Aislinn will need something more. She’ll need to win Gavin’s heart and convince him to willingly part with a piece of the very soul he’s trying to save.

[Maria]

Excerpt:
Rated R
(unedited)

Something was different. As the soft, gray light of a winter’s morning crept through his bedroom window Gavin stirred; but even before he’d come completely awake, he felt it. He could not tell whether the ‘it’ in question was something within the room itself, in the wide world outside it, or even an indefinable change that had occurred only within the recesses of his own heart and mind, but something, this morning, was definitely different.

Whatever the cause, the result was a lightening in his mood such as he’d not felt in many a year and, remembering that today was Christmas Eve, why, it was almost enough to make him believe, once again, in the magic of the season. Perhaps it was an aftereffect of the strange dreams he’d had? Though they’d already begun to fade away, as dreams will do, enough stray wisps still clung to his mind to bring a smile to his face. Such sweet, sweet dreams. He stretched, and felt the pleasant ache of muscles that had no earthly reason for being sore. Odd, that. Then something shifted beside him in the bed. And he knew.

No, surely such things are not possible? His heart pounded fiercely as the thought that he’d not been dreaming, that his wife might actually have returned to him—in the flesh, so to speak—took hold. It was...well, he didn’t quite know what it was. Disturbing, he supposed, to say the very least.

Not knowing what to expect, how he should feel, nor even what he might say to her, he steeled himself, sent up a silent prayer for guidance, then turned ’round to face her. The reality was far worse than anything he’d imagined.

“Oh, bloody hell!” Bolting upright, Gavin stared in horror at the woman lying asleep in his bed, at riotous gold curls fanned out across his pillow and a sweet flower-like face that was not his wife’s. “What’s this now?”

Gold tipped-lashes fluttered and slumberous gray eyes opened. “And a very pleasant good morning to ye as well,” the fae replied, lips curling up in a sensuous smile as she reached a hand toward his face. “But, tell me, must ye always scowl so?” Cool fingers stroked his cheek. “Methinks ye’d be much more attractive an ye smiled.”

“Explain yourself, Fae,” Gavin snarled, jerking his head back, away from her touch. “What is it you think you’re doing here?”

Her eyebrows rose. “Well, I thought I was sleeping...’til some fool woke me with his blathering. What is it that ails ye this time?”

“You’re what ails me!” Gavin fisted his hands in his hair to keep them from her throat. “You’re a bloody, fekkin’ pox upon my life.”

“Nonsense. From what I’ve seen of your life so far, I’m sure I could only bring improvement to it.” Yawning, she sat up in bed, and pouted at him. “Can ye really not think of anything nicer to say to me than that of a morning?” But Gavin barely heard her for as she came erect the bedcovers slipped to her waist and his mouth went dry at the sight of all that lush, naked, female flesh so close at hand.

He scrambled off the bed, hoping to put some distance between them before the temptation to touch her became too strong to deny. “For the love of God, woman, clothe yourself.”

That brought a lazy smile back to her lips. “Well, and I would, to be sure, had my gown not met with such a tragic mishap last night. ’Twas quite torn from my trembling flesh, as I recall it, and so roughly, too. Even an I knew where the remnants of it had been flung, I’m sure ’twould do me no good. ’Tis likely un-wearable now and altogether beyond repair.”

Gavin groaned, remembering all too vividly the event to which she referred. “I’d thought ’twas but a dream.”

She shook her head. “Nay. Though I’ll warrant it was as pleasant for you as any dream might be, ’twas all quite real. But, speaking of such, will you not come back to bed? For, as I look upon you standing there it occurs to me that we might yet have some business we could attend to, you and I.”

“I will not,” he replied scowling at her. “And there is no business we have with one another. I want nothing whatsoever to do with ye.”

“A lovely speech, but I think there be some parts of you as would disagree.” Her eyes grew dark as her gaze traveled the length of him. “One part, for a certainty. And a very substantial part it is, too, I must say.”

Looking down at himself, Gavin was appalled to discover that all his buttons were undone and his cock, hard as a post, was jutting outward; head bobbing as it strained toward her, as eager as a dog for a stroke. “’Tis of no matter what some parts of me may appear to want,” he replied stiffly. “For ‘tis not those parts as rules my actions.” And, so saying, he stuffed his turgid flesh back where it belonged and buttoned his underclothes back up. “And I’ll thank ye to be putting your eyes back in your head now,” he told her, blushing as her sigh of regret caused his cock to give another eager leap; a movement she could not miss seeing with her eyes still fastened on his bulging member. “And leave off looking at me as though I’m a Christmas goose and you’re behind for dinner. Have ye no shame at all?”

“Shame?” she repeated the word doubtfully, glancing up at him with thoughtful eyes. “Oh, a very little I’m sure, from time to time, an the situation warrants it. But none that pertains to matters of the flesh. And...” she purred, smiling again as she tossed off the covers and stood, pirouetting before him in all her naked glory, “As pertains to my own flesh, certainly not. For I canna see anything there for to give me shame. Can you?”

“Nay,” he replied grudgingly, quite unable to tear his eyes away from her, and quite unable to move as she advanced upon him. “Nay. That I cannot.”

“Very well then,” she murmured as she slid her arms around his neck. “But, if you truly will not be persuaded to come back to bed and fuck me once again, would you not at least satisfy another of my hungers? Will ye not make breakfast for me? For I find that I’m feeling quite famished this morning, having eaten only a very light supper, and all this talk of geese and dinner is not helping matters at all.”

Gavin closed his eyes but, even so, he had to swallow hard before he could speak. “Why are you still here?” he asked, his voice thick and unsteady. “You were supposed to be gone ere daybreak. We had a bargain.”

“Aye,” she whispered softly. “That we did. And are ye quite sure ye will not let me show you how very grateful I am to you for your kind reprieve?”

Gavin caught his breath in a ragged sigh when she ran her tongue along the rim of his ear. “Stop your teasing, woman. To what reprieve would you be referring? I never did any such thing.”

“Sure and you did. For did ye not give me your promise, last night, that I might stay the winter? And right glad am I that you did for, otherwise, I’d already have been forced to leave your pleasant company and make my own way in the cold, cruel world, which would not have suited me at all.”

“’Twas not to you that promise was given,” he growled. “And well you know it.”

“Not to me?” Aislinn leaned in closer, chuckling softly as she trailed kisses all along his jaw. “Oh, aye, mo chroí, it was indeed.”

Mo chroí. My heart. Gavin ground his teeth, seething at her us of any such endearment for him. Taking her by the shoulders, he held her away from him. “You tricked me. You and your foul, faery magic; I thought you were my wife.”

Aislinn nodded. “I may have used a wee bit of glamour to alter your perception and my own appearance, but I only did what was necessary and I’d hardly call it foul. Certainly you didn’t seem to find it so last night?”

“I care not for what you think about it, witch. You should not have done it. And you cannot hold me to promises I did not intend to make.”

“Oh, but indeed, I can,” she replied, gazing at him with deadly calm. “And indeed I will.”

[Alanna Coca]

This looks way yummy!!

[Gem Sivad]

This is definitely on my must read list.

[PG Forte]

Thank you both!

I'm so excited about this book because it's such a departure for me--it's not contemporary, it's not set in California, it's not part of a series...well, not yet, anyway. lol! I'm also nervous as hell!

[Mike]

April's mine.

[Gem Sivad]

Well, P.G., I love the cover, read the excerpt again, and can't wait. This is just too cool. I love it all ready.

Gem

[Rebecca Royce]

Love the cover so much and have added it to my Will Be Read pile.

[Alanna Coca]

Beautiful cover! I feel like I interrupted them

[Tracey West]

Awesome cover! Equals the story!
You'll do fine, PG

[Dee S. Knight]

PG, the book sounds awesome. Can't wait to read it!

April, another brilliant cover!

Dee

[Maria]

Release Date: September 21.

[Olivia Brynn]

Oh boy another release day buddy! I'm so excited to share the day with two great books!

[Rebecca Royce]

Woo Hoo!!

[Alanna Coca]

Happy Release Day P.G.!

[Ella Drake]

Congrats on release day!

[Olivia Brynn]

Another release day bud. Let's celebrate!

[Olivia Brynn]

Hm, the one on the end is off beat. That must be me.

[Maria]

Buy it now.

[Cat Kane]

Happy Release Day, P.G.!!

[Rachel Fox]

Happy Release Day!

Rachel

[Stephanie Bennett]

Congrats on the release!

[PG Forte]

Originally Posted by Olivia Brynn

Hm, the one on the end is off beat. That must be me.

LOL! Nah, I think it's probably me.

And, definitely, time to celebrate! Slainte!

[Kayelle Allen]

Pots of gold and the top of the Irish to you! Congratulations, PG!