Midnight’s Temptation

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Title: Midnight's Temptation
Series: Dark Warriors #7
Release Date: October 1, 2013
ISBN13: 978-1250017284



Ever since that fateful night, he can’t stop thinking about her. A timeless beauty in a nightclub, she moved across the dance floor like an angel, surrendering to the music—and casting a spell that could only be magic. When Phelan took her in his arms and kissed her, the Highlander knew this was no ordinary woman. This was a Druidess who could fulfill his every desire—or destroy him completely…


She is a woman on the run, hunted by two different men. As much as she longs to be captured by the magnificent warrior Phelan, she knows she must resist her temptation. A vengeful evil is stalking her, watching her every move – a madman who will stop at nothing to possess her power. Once, she sold a piece of her soul for magic. Is she willing to risk Phelan’s life, and give up her heart, for love?

This book will be released as 4 weekly e-serials.

Part I 10.8.2013 | Part II 10.15.2013 | Part III 10.22.2013 | Part IV 10.29.2013


5 Stars! Top Pick! “Midnight’s Temptation is one of her best efforts yet…it’s a story of retribution, redemption, and forgiveness.” – Night Owl Reviews

4 Stars! “Grant’s smoldering seventh Dark Warriors outing will grip readers from the first page, immersing them in her wounded, lonely couple’s journey of redemption…each scene is filled with Grant’s clever, complex characters and trademark sizzle.” – RT Book Reviews

4 Cocktails! “The book itself is very well written – fast paced and thrilling.” – Cocktails and Books

“MIDNIGHT’S TEMPTATION starts out burning hot and continues through out until the end…Great job Ms. Grant and keep them coming.” – Fresh Fiction

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Late August

He tangled his fingers in her long, thick ebony tresses, her sighs of pleasure making his blood singe his veins. Her feminine curves were a heady delight to a man starved for her.

Golden skin speaking of Spanish heritage and as smooth as satin called him to touch more of her. He lay on his side, her body pressed against him. His hand glided past the indent of her waist and over a gently flared hip down to her thigh.

Her legs parted instantly. His lungs seized when his fingers delved into the black curls, trimmed and partially shaved, hiding her sex.

“Please,” she whispered.

Her voice, seductive and low, beckoned him, urged him. And he wasn’t going to disappoint.

He groaned, his cock swelling even more, when her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her breathy sighs filled the room as he caressed the sensitive flesh of her sex.

It wasn’t until she shook from need that he finally dipped a finger inside her. He ground his teeth together at the feel of her slick heat.

She was everything he wanted and more, so much more. To finally have her in his bed, to have his hands on her…it was almost too good to be true.

Her eyes opened, and he looked into dark pools of desire. She clung to him, her lips parted as her hips rocked against him.

He rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs. She grinned up at him, daring him to take her. His arousal grazed her sex, causing her to gasp at the sensation.

He fisted his hands in the pillow and brought his raging body back under control. He would have her, but he wanted her screaming in pleasure first. Only then would he fill her with his cock.

With a dip of his head, he bent and closed his mouth around a turgid nipple. His tongue circled the peak before he began to suckle.

She cried out and held his head between her hands. He moved to her other breast and teased that nipple until she was writhing beneath him.

Now, now he would kiss down her body until his lips were on her sex. He would bring her to the brink several times before he allowed her to climax.

Then he would plunge inside her, have her legs wrap around him as he brought them to ecstasy.

He kissed the valley between her breasts, but before he could place another kiss on her sweet skin, she rolled him onto his back and straddled him.

His heart missed a beat. She was a magnificent sight with her wealth of midnight hair falling around her shoulders to lay alongside her full, tempting breasts.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. He was caught in her fawn-colored gaze. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t in control of the lovemaking. She was.

And it thrilled him far more than was comfortable.

Her full lips tilted up in the barest of smiles. A smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to him. And she loved it.

He swallowed heavily, his rod jumping with anticipation. His balls tightened when she reached down and took him in hand. Somehow he kept his hands in the sheets, fisted tightly. Sweat broke out over his body as he fought to keep still for her.

Only for her. No other woman had ever commanded him in such a way, and he feared no other ever would.

She was on her knees, her entrance above his arousal while she ran her hands up and down his length. She was teasing him as he planned to tease her.

He’d never ached for a woman before. Not once had he hungered to have a certain woman in his arms. But she changed everything.

No longer could he hold off from touching her. He cupped her bountiful breasts and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. In response, she swirled her thumb over the head of his shaft.

He groaned and lifted his hips. His cock came in contact with the soft folds of her sex, and his control snapped.

As if she knew he was gone over the brink, she lowered herself onto him. He was mindless, feral with need. With a jerk, he pulled her down as he raised his hips until he was fully seated inside her. She groaned, her head thrown back and the ends of her hair brushing his thighs.

For a second, he couldn’t move. Her tight, slick walls held him suspended between agony and pleasure, torment and release. He knew in that moment that she commanded his body.

His fear was that her reach would extend past his body to his heart, or worse – his soul.

With his heart hammering in his chest, she began to rock her hips. He closed his eyes to feel every delightful, perfect minute of her.

There was slight thumping that intruded upon him, but he was determined to ignore it. He rolled over, taking her with him. He lost her in the blankets. Panic seized him as he searched, only to find himself clutching a pillow instead of her soft body.

Phelan opened his eyes to the pillow and flopped onto his back. He threw an arm over his eyes as his cock ached for relief.

“Fuck,” he ground out in vexation.

The dreams he was having of Aisley intensified every night, leaving him aroused and unsatisfied no matter how many times he tried to pleasure himself afterward.

He had been on her trail for almost two months now. He still wasn’t sure why he let her walk out of that nightclub after he first kissed her weeks ago.

He hadn’t expected her to run. Women didn’t run from him.

But Aisley did.

That was part of why she intrigued him, but it went beyond that. She was different. That one kiss they shared had rocked him to his very core. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or wanting her.

His mobile phone vibrated on the bedside table. Phelan pondered not answering it, but he knew they would only call again.

“What?” he demanded as he answered the call.

“What the hell is your problem?” Charon’s voice asked with a note of irritation.

Phelan rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He hoped the call would cool his ardor, but if it didn’t, another cold shower to start the day would. “It doesna matter. What’s the reason for the call?”

The pause on the other end of the line had Phelan glancing over at the clock. The bright green lights staring back at him told him it was 2:33 in the morning.

“Charon,” Phelan urged as the silence grew.

“We’re getting desperate,” Charon said tightly. “There’s been no sign of Jason.”

Jason Wallace. The very reason Phelan had to take extra time away from tracking Aisley. Jason was a drough, a Druid who gave part of their soul to the Devil in order to use black magic.

Phelan untangled his legs from the sheets and sat up. “I’ve seen nothing of him. Maybe Jason is dead as we’ve suspected all along.”

“I need to know for certain.”

Phelan drew in a deep breath, hating the weariness and worry he heard in his friend’s voice. “Laura is safe. She’s with you.”

“Are any of us ever really safe with a drough about?” Charon asked. “My wife asks me to forget about Wallace, but I hear Laura on the phone with the other Druids talking about ways to use their magic to look for him.”

Phelan scrubbed a hand down his face. How many times had the mies used the magic nature gave them to look for Wallace? The mies were the good Druids and luckily on their side.

Despite the Druids’ magic and the powers within Warriors like Phelan, they had found nothing of Jason Wallace. The Druids had potent magic, but as a Highlander with a primeval god inside him, Phelan should have found Jason by now.

He had been alone for so long, and he thought it would always be that way. Then he found Charon. An unlikely friendship had begun between them that brought them as close as brothers.

After one monster of a betrayal, Phelan found it difficult to trust. Charon had changed all of that. Phelan would do anything for the man he considered a brother.

However, it wasn’t just for Charon that he searched for Wallace. It was for himself. He wanted to put the past behind him. He wanted to think of a future that included peace – or as much peace as a Warrior could ever achieve.

“I’m no’ giving up,” Phelan stated. “I’m tired of fighting droughs. First Deirdre, then Declan, and now Jason. It has to end sometime.”

“Laura keeps reminding me there can no’ be good without evil. There’s a balance.”

“Aye. This last time evil nearly won.”

Phelan hated to think how close they had been to losing the last battle. Fortunately, Charon had made some powerful friends at Dreagan Distillery. Those “friends” ended up being dragon shifters.

The Dragon Kings had been around since the beginning of time. It was on their land the battle had been fought with the dragons in the skies and Warriors on the ground.

“It was too damn close,” Charon agreed softly.

“Any word from Rhys or the others at Dreagan?”

Charon grunted. “Nothing. They have their hands full right now, but they’re keeping an eye out for us.”

“What of the selmyr?”

Just thinking of the hideous beasts made Phelan bite back a growl. The selmyr were ancient creatures that fed off magical entities. The Druids and Warriors were perfect meals. The only thing the selmyr feared were the Dragon Kings.

“Nothing,” Charon said with a sigh. “The waiting is wearing on Laura.”

“All will be well, my friend,” Phelan vowed. “I can stop my search and help you keep watch over Laura.”

Phelan would do it in a heartbeat after everything Charon had done for him, but he prayed he wouldn’t have to give up searching for Aisley. He had to find her, to taste her sweet lips once more and know if the kiss had been a one-time thing, or if there was something between them.

“Nay. You and Malcolm are the only ones out looking for Wallace.”

The first ghost of a grin pulled at Phelan’s lips. “Ah, so the infamous MacLeod Druids couldna talk their men into allowing them out to look, aye?”

“Nay,” Charon said, a smile in his voice. “Neither could the Warriors persuade the women to let them go.”

“Oh, I can imagine the bickering going on at the castle now.”

“Which is one reason we are no’ there,” Charon said. “Where are you anyway?”

Phelan rose from the bed and walked to the window to look out over the city. “Glasgow. I’ll head west at dawn.”