Lifebound by Leigh Daley
Blurb:
A fine line divides ecstasy and
death; they are about to cross it.
Lamia Adriana Velen doesn’t want another host. She has come
to Wiccan Haus to learn to balance her energies without draining the life of a
human. However, when extreme
skateboarder Josh Trenton comes near, his energy practically leaps into her.
Josh just wants space to recover from an accident that could end his career,
but one touch from Adriana threatens to enslave him---body and soul. Can they
walk the fine line between ecstasy and death or will she consume him utterly?
Excerpt:
Adriana
had done plenty of ice-skating as a girl, which paid off as she found her
balance pretty quickly. The board responded to her as she shifted her weight,
curving back and forth across the pavement.
A
movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Josh had borrowed a board and was also gliding
along, weaving in and out of the benches that bordered the edges.
“You
guys need to work on grinding these benches and popping ollies over them,” he said.
“This could be a great place to skate.”
“Something
tells me Sarka would not approve of us grinding her benches,” Joseph warned.
Adriana
suddenly remembered her promise to Sarka that she would go to her room and stay
far away from Josh Trenton. She sighed then. The morning had been surprisingly
enjoyable. But for her own good, she needed to pack it in.
Sadly,
she pushed off back toward the group of guys. “I’m going to have to call it a
day,” she said as she drew closer to them.
“For
real?” Josh asked, disappointment in his voice.
“Yes,
I’ve got to get some work done,” she lied as she rolled up.
Just as
she reached the edge of the pavement where the group stood, her front wheel
hung on a pebble, stopping the board suddenly and throwing her forward. She
threw out her hands to catch herself, but Josh got there first.
He
reached out to grab her arms to keep her from falling, and despite her best effort
to roll away from him, he caught her.
They hit
the ground hard.
But it
was done.
His
fingers gripped her shoulders as he pulled her into him, and the contact
between them completed with a rush of energy that left her lightheaded.
Time
stopped as his human strength surged between them, as it soaked up the overflow
of power that had built in her, as it gave back its own life in return.
The
first contact with a prospective host generally felt a bit uncomfortable,
almost like a negotiation, as her energies shifted and adjusted to be
compatible with the host. With Tom it had taken months of casual touches—the
barest brush of fingertips as she passed him a pen, a hand laid briefly on his
arm through layers of clothing—before she could begin to allow any real interchange
of energy flow between them. And even while she sat hand in hand with him in
the ambulance, the flow had been controllable—at least for a while.
What she
felt now was not controllable. She lay on the ground on top of Josh, his hands
gripping the bare skin of her arms tightly, their legs tangled together on the
ground, her cheek pressed against his. Her focus zeroed in on the soft sensation of
his breath against her neck and the warmth that surged from him as their bodies
touched their entire length separated by only the thinnest layers of cotton.
Their
energies synchronized effortlessly and began to surge back and forth between
them like raw current. He poured into her like she was a dry well, and she
soaked him up as if she could never get enough. His life flowed
quicksilver-smooth in her veins. Her skin tingled and glowed as his essence
washed over her in a flood of pure elation.
But as
much as she tried to give the flow back to him, she knew she took even more in
an insidious unstoppable drain of his energies. She was going to hurt him. She
was going to pull his life completely away from him if she didn’t break the
connection—soon. She clamped down on her abilities, she couldn’t stop up a fire
hose with a piece of bubblegum.
Desperately,
she twisted against his grasp, but he held her tightly.
“Josh,
please,” she whispered into his ear, “you’ve got to let me go.”
Finally,
his hold relaxed enough for her to push herself away to sit a few feet from him
on the ground. He sat up and looked at her, his breath coming in deep ragged
gasps. He was pale and shaking.
“I’m
sorry.”
“For
what?” he asked, then his eyes fluttered shut and he passed out cold on the
grass.
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