Author: Jilian Neal
Date of Publication: November 18th 2014
She’s everything Dan Vindico has ever wanted. Fionna Styler embodies every single thing he told himself could never exist inside of one woman. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, powerful, and she’s his… almost.
No one can know they’re together. The Interfeci would never let her live. It was an inevitability, but Dan simply cannot resist her.
After a vow to somehow keep her safe, Dan learns what that really entails. Betrayal, scandal, millions of dollars, and watching her in the arms of other men are only the beginning, when danger intrudes into every sanctuary he secures.
Dan can’t determine if the demons in his soul or the monsters outside are more vicious, but Fionna’s life depends solely on him. That blasted tomb is ever-present in his mind. Can he save the Angel who managed to pull him from the depths of hell, the one he longs to make his own?
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Other Books in The Gifted Realm series
Within the Realm (The Gifted Realm, #1)
Lessons Learned (The Gifted Realm, #2)
Every Action (The Gifted Realm, #3)
Rock Bottom (The Gifted Realm, #4)
Jillian Neal is a Romance writer with a passion for passion who pens strong, character driven novels, told from the male perspective. Her guys aren’t afraid to let us inside their minds or inside their bedrooms. They’re hot on the trail of a sinister criminal organization when they’re not burning up the bed sheets.
She’s a self-proclaimed ‘Southern girl with a sassy mouth.’ Her coffee addiction is barely legal, and she’s most often running around with her hair and her pen on fire! She's full of smarts, sass, and sizzle and that's a lot to get into barely five feet of girl with her head always in the clouds.
Q/A With Jillian
How did you come up with the idea for this story?
This story took over my brain all on its own. When I started the Gifted Realm series, I wrote to try desperately to get it out of my head. Rainer, Dan, Logan, all of them were demanding to be heard. They weren’t gentle about it. I sat down one day five years ago and began typing. I haven’t stopped. The more I write the more ideas I have. It fulfills me like nothing ever has. It makes me deliriously happy. I can’t wait to write more!
Where do you find your inspiration?
There’s this old, abandoned warehouse downtown Atlanta, just off Ponce de Leon. You have to go really early in the morning. No, I’m just teasing. Honestly, I find inspiration everywhere. I see a couple on TV or walking in the grocery store, and my mind conjures a life story up for them. I can’t stop it. Everyone and everything has a story. You just have to pay close attention.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Time! Time to write, edit, promote, edit, edit, occasionally see my children’s faces, eat, bathe, there’s never enough time! ;) Shall we discuss my coffee addiction now?
What are your current projects?
Currently I am working on the final book of my third series, “The Gifted Islands.” I’ve taken a few minor characters from “The Gifted Realm” and written another series. This time we see where too much power can land someone and what the ultimate cost of that can be.
I am also journaling my fourth series that I hope to start writing in January (please, please, please!) It involves a kind of gypsy-life cult and what could come out of extremists in any area. Should be interesting.
She stuck her bottom lip out in a delicious pout. He turned back on his side as she wriggled her body closer. His entire being was thrumming and his mind was drowned with her scent, her taste, her energy, and of the heavenly space that wrapped around him so perfectly between her legs. He leaned and whispered in her ear. His hot breath caressed her delicate neck.
“Just wait, baby; be patient for me.” He felt her body tense against his. “Just keep thinking about how good it feels when we’re together. Keep thinking about how bad I crave you, and the things I’m gonna do when we’re finally alone in here tomorrow night. All day I want you to think about me sucking you.” He slid his hands over her breasts as she panted in deep desire. She trembled and arched her back, forcing them into his firm grasp. “They’re tender, aren’t they, baby? I know. I’ll be gentle, but I’m gonna make it all better.” He massaged her breasts slowly. They were swollen and fevered. He caught her nipples between his thumb and index finger. With a light squeeze, she shook in his arms. “You just think about me running my hands all over you, tracing you, making you feel me, touching you in all of those sweet, hidden places that are all mine. I know how to make my girl so hot and wet for me. Think about how good it feels when I run my tongue over your body, and mark you where no one else will ever see.” She moaned deliciously as she gasped for breath. He traced his hands down her stomach and slipped them to her lush backside as he continued.
“I want you to think about me leaning you over this bed, honey, driving you wild until you can’t stand it anymore. I’m gonna make you scream out my name, make you tell me you want it harder. You just keep thinking about me sucking you and biting you. I want you to let it build inside of you all day, baby, until I get here, and I drink you, and spank you for being my bad girl, and make you take it until you’re so full of me you explode in my arms, and then I’m gonna do it all over again,” he promised in a lust-filled rasp.