I am thrilled to announce the release of my paranormal, erotic romance A MATTER OF LUST!
To celebrate, I am giving away a copy to one lucky commenter on my blog. Head over to LISA
FOX ROMANCE (http://lisafoxromance.wordpress.com/2012/06/29/a-matter-of-lust-release-
day-bonanza/) between now and Sunday, July 1, 2012 to enter!
Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his
ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows that she is the one he must have. He makes it
his business to seduce her.
Rena is immediately drawn to Trask. She could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who
makes her scream every time he makes her come, but the problem with bad boys is that they’re
actually bad. They break girls’ hearts and hers has been broken too many times already. One
more crack might shatter it forever.
Trask claims Rena for his own, but she needs more than just sizzling sex. She wants to trust him,
but can they ever share anything more than lust?
An Excerpt From: A MATTER OF LUST
Copyright © LISA FOX, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance
floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing
partner for the night. Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so
far none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for
the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid to be a little bit
discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.
He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt
her body temperature rise as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface
swelling to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously,
shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by his presence either.
Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him, infecting the air around him, threatening
to turn the club into one giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.
He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a
decadent treat, so very different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this
ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it
oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching and grinding,
their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the
pure, straining delight.
He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine alerting him to the presence of another
demon nearby. Not a lust demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps
wrath? He couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact.
Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot and plan and
scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the impression that it was occupied with
something else entirely. Which was just fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.
The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the
psychic residue of the other and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the
rocks and leaned back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd
for his potential playmate.
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged
every curve of her luscious body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and
sexy tendrils escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her
smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward
her. She was tall, probably close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper
close to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and
woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his face, his body, and he got the distinct
impression that she was mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously
liked what she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his blood surge. He reached out with
a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire
coiled in his groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his
cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that glorious
lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t
know.”
Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the
game. It was a line that had worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted
and amused by the concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and
nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if they
had…weight.
“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her
eyes flicked down to his crotch. “Or something else entirely?”
“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun.
Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the
curve of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your
name?”
She paused and an odd, little smile formed on her lips. “Does it matter?”
Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why it should matter, but for some
reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”
Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just how simply beautiful she
was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”
“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.
“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He looked straight down into her very
ample cleavage and took his time enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress
that soft skin, to feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or
should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”
“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence was affecting her, making her more
daring than she’d normally be or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans
to say and do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her
flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his
influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”
“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He
couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that
sent hot, tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens
next?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand of her hair and twined it around
his fingers. The tension between them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of
her arousal, breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance,
storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”
“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”
Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush
cloud of their lust. Startled by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his
side. Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at
all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”
“I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so
extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so
quickly and thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were
defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason
for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else just got in the way of
the goal.
Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had come, and she favored him with a
dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”
“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in the end.”
She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of
space between them and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit
down on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then you’re definitely going to like me.”
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werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she
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