Love Me Strong--Out now from Ellora's Cave Book three of the Love Curse series. Fleeing everything she’s known for safety in the Dark Forest, Nylu finds more than she bargained for. Celt, the leader of the Rogue Maida warriors, knows the pain of slavery. Now he leads Maida men to their freedom. Saving the young woman isn’t on his agenda. The Maida fertility curse raging through Nylu leaves her body craving sex. To lay claim to one warrior’s heart, Nylu must embrace her passion and allow two warrior men to pleasure her. Two hard-planed bodies whose mouths, hands and cocks she must share herself with carnally. But her lust could kill them if they don’t find a way to break her curse. BUY | Read Excerpt

Celt turned his attention to a few of the men who had returned from their latest fishing expedition. He always worried about the men when they went near All Saints Lake and he never allowed any of the men but him to take the night shift. Things came alive at night in the Dark Forest, which was now her home. Things none of them dared discuss. Always though, Nylu felt as if Celt kept watch over them…his protection a shield against the forest’s creatures.

“I’ll teach you how to make b’anach if you will teach me how to use that sword.” Nylu swept her long hair off her forehead.

“It’s not up to me.” Dirk kept his husky voice low. “You need to ask him.” He motioned to where Celt was.

Nylu sighed. “I’ve asked him and he always says no. What’s he afraid of?”

Dirk smirked but there was an odd twinkle in his eye she didn’t like. She knew Celt’s second-in-command wouldn’t say anything more. The men were loyal without a thought. They didn’t completely trust her because she was a woman. Even though she understood that, it hurt.

Nylu realized she was a woman who couldn’t stop thinking about Celt. How his long fingers would feel against her sensitive skin, how the rough scrape of his beard would brush against her breasts, how his weight would feel crushing his bare skin against hers. A moan of desire slipped from Nylu’s lips.

“Thinking naughty thoughts, Nylu?”

Dirk’s husky voice slid through her. She was not immune to him either, but it was most certainly Celt who made her instantly wet and feverish for the feel of his hands all over her skin.

“Don’t you wish.”