Book Excerpt
TITLE: The Innocent: Book 1 Lair of the Wolves
AUTHOR: Madison Foxe
E-MAIL: madisonfoxe@msn.com
URL: www.eroticaauthors.com
GENRE: Paranormal Erotica Short
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
PUBLISHER URL: www.extasybooks.com
PAGES (apprx): 55
ISBN:1-55410-215-4
Reviews:
…”The sex is hot, the hero hotter, in this new release from
Extasy Books. With clever phrasing and a fast paced plot. Madison Foxe
delivers an erotic were-tale that will entertain every reader. Don’t
let this one get away.” Kira Stone/Literary Nymphs
…“THE INNOCENT is a werewolf book with plenty of alpha attitude
with a side of sensuality. Cisco is the sensual male you will pant after,
his dark nature makes him even more irresistible.
Chapter One
Catalin Bengoa was alone in
the dimly lit gallery, surrounded by the dark, foreboding series of oil paintings
collectively called The Beast Within. It
was difficult to know whether the chill each of the five images had sent up her
spine was due to the predominance of funereal colors, or the remarkably powerful
savagery of the half-man, half-wolf portrayals. They were abstractions, yet so
beautifully captured that she could almost feel the pain that leapt from the
canvas through the strange, compelling eyes.
She had been in Barcelona
nearly two days when she saw the advertisement announcing the unusual collection
of artwork by Francisco Marquez at the Marquez Gallery a few blocks from her
hotel. It was off the beaten path, tucked in a far corner of a small courtyard,
modern, elite, and the artwork displayed, very expensive. But Catalin
wasn’t there to make a purchase.
She was there searching for information, or a connection that she might
be able to make with her father’s memory. She knew he must be dead.
He had not made contact with her in over five years, and it wasn’t
until after her mother died, six months ago, that she had discovered her
father’s journal. The final entry had pointed to Barcelona,
Spain, as his last known destination.
The journal had been a work of torment, fear;
the oft used reference to something he called the beast
within marking
the pages with portents. At first she thought it was some terminal disease
that consumed him, but as she read, she began to understand that it was something
more, something that fed on his soul like an insatiable parasite. Catalin
had found the accounts of his agony painful, for him, but also for herself.
There was restlessness in her own soul trying to divide,
conquer, and push her to the unknown. She now moved about the room seeking
messages from the aberrations splashed in thick oil, but heard no voice.
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He
caught her scent. She smelled like a woman, her body free of the harsh
chemicals of perfume. When he saw her, he was even more intrigued, taken
in by the long, angular body and delicate, soft features. A skein of white-blond
hair fell over her shoulders in gentle waves, a place to run his fingers.
He observed her from the second floor landing, enjoying the way she moved,
giving her time to browse over his work before he joined her. more >>
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**Warning...contains sexually explicit language and situations
