Dark Attractions....

It's the strength. The power. The hint of brimstone. It's being swept off your feet by something so overpowering there's no way to say no -- and who'd want to, anyway? It's that touch of the fantastical -- a love that's both impossible and absolutely meant to be:

The man shifted, rolling to his feet, and Jenna scrambled back, bracing herself against the wall of the cave. But he merely moved to the fire, crouched down by it, and added another chunk of wood to the flames.

As he studied the fire, she studied him -- the long, silver-black hair, the rippling torso, the broad shoulders with their hard planes of muscle… Everything about him was lean, corded, powerful. She found her gaze dwelling on the firm curves of his ass, and quickly averted her eyes.

He hunkered on his haunches easily, as if he’d never even seen a chair. His arm was still clenched against his side -- but when he shifted, reaching for her parka, she gasped at the sight of the gash that curved down his abdomen.

It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t…

Jenna moved slightly, and the man glanced over at her, pulling her coat closer around his shaking shoulders. His face was pale, angular, the well-molded jaw leading up to broad, prominent cheekbones. His lashes, so thick and black they looked almost kohled, curved against his ivory skin. Behind his thick, shaggy hair, his yellow eyes gleamed, feral and intent.

There was such force to his features, such a wildness…

-- Wolf Bound by Sierra Dafoe

No, he's hardly the sort of man you want to take to an afternoon tea party -- or home to meet your mother. Among other things, dear old Mom might start palpitating at his closeness, too...

We hate to admit it in the broad light of day, but the animal still fascinates us -- and gets our juices flowing! Feral, dominant, weres and vamps are the ultimate Bad Boys, waiting to seize us when we least expect it and have their way with us:

That low, rumbling voice spoke again. “Turn around.”

Unable to resist, she did, and found herself staring into eyes that were as black and endless as a midnight sky. A dark fire flickered far down within them, a raw, ceaseless energy that held her mesmerized. He smiled, a small quirk of his lips that drew her attention to his face, to the strong line of his jaw, the coal-black brows, the stern forehead half-hidden by the ebon fall of his thick, shaggy hair.

It brushed his shoulders -- broad, powerful shoulders, encased in soft white silk. His clothing was simple, if elegant; the silk shirt, gaping open slightly to show a heavily muscled chest dusted with fine black hairs, and black leather pants. They clung to his thighs, revealing taut muscles beneath -- as well as a distinct and mouthwatering bulge at his groin.

He wasn’t the tallest of the men in the room -- the one with brown hair was taller -- but still he towered over her even though she was wearing three-inch heels.

In a certain way, he wasn’t as handsome as the other men, either. They were all stunning to look at, but Fyodor was darker, sterner, his features both blunt and chiseled as if carved from raw granite. There was something almost elemental about him, something with the natural force of a hurricane or a tsunami. She stood spellbound, her gaze fixed on those harsh, craggy features despite the more conventional appeal of the others. He exuded a ferocious vitality, dominating the room merely by walking into it.

-- All Wrapped Up: Absolute Power by Sierra Dafoe

Did I mention powerful? He's the ultimate protector, too -- once he decides you're his woman. And there's nothing that can withstand him; not ordinary mortals, not the beasts of the forest. And most definitely not you.

But like I said before, who'd want to? :-)

-- Sierra

http://www.sierradafoe.com

Releasing today! All Wrapped Up: Absolute Power from Changeling Press!