Find the missing savior!
Iver Eriskay, a billionaire immortal has been given a mission by the archangel Michael, to find the one and keep her safe.
Isabelle has dreamed of becoming a famous musician. At twenty years old, that is all she cares about. Then a tall, gorgeous stranger enters her life, and when they touch, sparks fly.
Isabelle tries to control the bolt of electricity she feels every time the sexy demigod, Iver Eriskay is within range. But how long can she resist his pull?
Will Isabelle accept Iver’s dominance and protection?
If you love dominant men and strong female characters, then you’ll love this first installment of Skylar West’s Angels and Demons series.
Publisher’s Note: This sci-fi romance is the first of a new series. It contains a theme of power exchange.
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He smiled in a way that made my core tighten and my knees go weak. “Isabelle, if you walk to me willingly, I will show you incredible pleasure. If you do not, you won’t sit down for a week.”
“What if I decide I don’t want to play this game and wish you to leave; will you honor that?” It was suddenly essential to me that I chose what happened next and that he told me what I suspected was right, that he was an honorable man.
He sat back and regarded me, the twin pale pools of light like a beacon in the night, beckoning me. It was all I could do to stand my ground. I needed to know that whatever went down tonight, it happened with mutual consent.
“I can smell your excitement, Isabelle, drenched in your nectar. Your fragrance is intoxicating, like heaven, to my senses. I want to taste you to give you pleasure beyond anything you have ever experienced. Will you allow that?”
Oh god, I wanted to jump on his lap and never get off. But experience had taught me consensual sex was the only way to go. “I would like to, Iver, but I need your word, and I am recording it.”
“Of course, Isabelle, I will honor your request. If at any time you want me to stop what I am doing, I will stop. If I feel your resistance, I will stop and ask again for your permission. Does that fulfill your requirements?” he smirked.
Damn him! The foreplay was over. Placing my phone down, I strutted over to Iver and sat down on his lap. His long, muscular legs were hard beneath my lap. I felt how strong they were through his expensive designer pants. I also felt his bulge, which felt enormous, and I hoped in proportionate to the rest of his large, godlike body.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I asked, “How old are you, Iver?” I was not a good game player; I was too upfront, usually, for these types of things. If I liked someone, they knew it; if I didn’t, I would tell them to fuck off. I was a straight-up girl.
Iver seemed to encourage keeping me on my toes, and I wasn’t used to that. I had the very occasional hookup, and that was it. This thing between Iver and me, the chemistry, was beyond anything I ‘d ever felt, and I hoped he proved to be as good as the game preceding it.
“As you have been a good girl, Isabelle, I will tell you anything you wish to know.”
I giggled. “So if I’d been a bad girl, then what?”
“Then, I would have done this.” Iver flipped me so quickly, it took me a moment to realize that I was face down over his lap. He had lightning speed reflexes; his hand came down on my backside in rapid succession. I sucked in my breath. He landed a few on my thighs that even my leather pants couldn’t protect me from the sting his blows delivered.
Before I could squeak my protest, I was magically back upright. “But as you came to me of your own free will, you are spared a discipline spanking.” His eyes danced with amusement.
I felt a series of emotions, shock, anger, amusement, turned on, and finally, vulnerable, and I didn’t like that last one at all. “I am going to kiss you now, Isabelle, do I have your permission?”
I nodded, still reeling from the flurry of emotions that his spanking had sparked in me. As his lips closed over mine, I heard his words echo in my mind. ‘Who protects you, Isabelle?’