Guest Post with Alexandra Ivy and Giveaway

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Alexandra Ivy is the New York Times bestselling author of the Guardians of Eternity series, the Immortal Rogues series and the Sentinels.

Alexandra graduated from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons.

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A SENTINEL LOVE STORY

Parts Six - Ten

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Anton watched the flash of temper darken Jayne’s eyes with an unexplainable fascination. As always, he was shocked by his intensity of his reaction to this female.

It’d happened the second he’d caught sight of her. She’d opened her front door and he felt his desire to possess her hit him like a physical blow.

If it hadn’t been so raw, so all-consuming, he might have tried to squash the unexpected bonding. He was a man who’d always enjoyed his independence. His position as a Searcher meant that he traveled the world seeking out high-bloods, ensuring they weren’t a danger to themselves or others. It gave him the opportunity to enjoy pleasures from a wide variety of locations.

Food, culture...women.

He happily indulged all his senses.

Until last month when he arrived in Boston and Jayne Burnelli had exploded his world.
Her chin tilted to an adorably militant angle. Jayne would never be a push-over. She was intelligent, opinionated, and fiercely loyal,

The sort of woman who would never allow him to dominate her.

And he found her strength as sexy as hell.

“I don’t smother him.”

“Of course you do.” He held up a hand as her eyes narrowed with fury. “Don’t get me wrong. It was an admirable when he was young. Very few high-bloods are blessed with a family who can accept a freak.”

“Charlie isn’t a freak.”

“I’m well aware that Charlie is a talented healer who will be a welcomed member of Valhalla,” he assured her, understanding that it was hard for her to accept that the child she’d devoted her life to protecting was now safe and able to stand on his own. But for both Charlie and Jayne’s sake, she needed to give him the space to become his own man. “I’m also aware he’s excited to have a measure of independence and wouldn’t be particularly eager to meet with his overprotective sister mere hours after he managed to untie the apron strings.”


Pain flashed through her beautiful eyes the precise shade of melted chocolate. They perfectly matched the satin brown hair she kept pulled away from her perfect oval face that was more striking than beautiful.

Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a casual sweatshirt, she barely looked legal. Thankfully, he’d already known she was twenty five before arriving in Boston. Otherwise he might have retreated back to Valhalla and had a Sentinel beat some sense into him.

“I just need to know he’s okay,” she husked.

Anton reached to wrap his hand around her nape, gently urging her toward him. He knew he was pushing against her boundaries, but dammit, he was tired of waiting.

He’d traveled to Boston a dozen times over the past month. He’d left her his personal phone number. He’d even gone to her ex-boss’s house after learning of his harassment to promise him a slow, painful castration if he so much as glanced at Jayne again. Okay, she didn’t know that part and never would. But still she’d kept him at a distance.

And that was...unacceptable.

“He’s fine,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the tense muscle that ran down the side of her neck. “And already making friends.”

She shivered, allowing him to tug her close enough her breasts were brushing his chest.

“You’ve seen him?”

Their gazes meshed, a savage hunger pulsing between them. “Of course,” his voice was thick...jagged. “I promised you I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. You can trust me.”

“I...” she bit her lip, making him swallow a groan. He wanted to be nibbling that lush, sexy mouth. “I do trust you,” she forced herself to admit, sucking in a deep breath. “I suppose I leave—”

“Do you know the penalty of trespassing on Valhalla lands?” he abruptly interrupted.

She was talking about leaving.

No. Not gonna happen.

“Do you plan on throwing me in the dungeons?”

A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. The only place she was going was his bed. The sooner the better.

“That depends,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist. The light brush of her breasts against his chest was sending shockwaves of need through his body.

He wanted to strip off her sweatshirt and cup the lush beauty of her breasts. To kiss her smooth golden skin from head to toe. To crawl between her legs and taste her sweet honey.

Her eyes dilated, almost as if she could read his wicked thoughts. “Depends on what?”

“Whether you tell me the truth,” he said.

“The truth about what?”

He reached to tug the scrunchy from her hair, delighting in the tumble of dark satin that fell past her shoulders.

“Why you came here.”

Jayne sucked in a shaky breath, clearly struggling to keep track of the conversation. Good. He wanted her in his thrall. So hot and hungry for his touch she couldn’t speak.

“Is that a trick question?” she managed to rasp.

“Charlie was your excuse,” he murmured, his head slowly lowering.

She trembled, her body soft and pliant as he pressed her against his hard body. “What are you implying?”

His lips brushed delicately over her mouth. Pleasure zinged through him. Christ. She tasted of rich, dark chocolate and female temptation.

“That you came to see me.”

“You...” She struggled to speak, her hands landing against his chest. “Are an arrogant ass.”

“Not arrogant.” He used his tongue to trace her bottom lip. He’d fantasized about this delicious, sexy mouth a dozen times over the past month. Now he found it was just as soft and silky as he’d dreamed. “Hopeful,” he admitted with blunt honesty.

Jayne was trying to be offended.

After all, Anton had just implied that she’d driven a thousand miles, and then risked her life to sneak into Valhalla, just to catch sight of him. And the fact she suspected he was right should only have increased her annoyance.

Instead she was drowning in the intoxicating pleasure of being held against his hard, utterly male body.

Or at least until he whispered those fateful words against her lips.

Her heart thundered as she tilted back her head to meet his astonishing silver gaze. “What did you say?”

His mouth twisted with rueful smile. “Don’t act surprised, sweetheart. I did a piss-poor job of hiding my interest in you.”

She shook her head. “You never said anything.”

“Did I have to?” He nipped her lower lip. “Surely you knew that once Charlie had been approved to enter Valhalla there was no need for me to visit your home?”

Her heart stuttered to a halt before surging back into gear, racing at a frantic pace. Was it possible that this beautiful, completely unattainable male had truly noticed her as more than Charlie’s older sister?

“You said you wanted to make sure we felt comfortable with Charlie’s upcoming move,” she breathed, her voice husky with the emotions she’d suppressed for the past four weeks.

“I wanted...” A slow, lingering kiss. “You.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” He lifted his head to study her with a piercing gaze. “That’s all you have to say?”

She held his gaze, too terrified to admit how deeply she needed him.

“What do you want from me?”

“I’ve told you.” His expression was somber, his eyes revealing a hint of vulnerability that she’d never expected to glimpse. “The truth.”

The truth.

Such simple words that made her entire body tremble with fear.

“Okay, I did hope I might see you tonight,” she managed to admit, knowing he needed to hear the words.

His pride would never allow him to pursue her if he thought she truly wasn’t interested.

He frowned, hearing the reluctance in her voice. “Does it bother you that I’m a high-blood?”

She was shaking her head before he could finish speaking, her hands lifting to frame his beautiful face.

“Of course not,” she assured him, horrified he’d misread her own insecurities. “The only thing that bothers me is the fear I might not see you again.”

The confession hung in the air, then with a choked groan, Anton had her wrapped in a grip that squeezed the air from her lungs as his lips claimed hers in a kiss that demanded utter surrender.

Incandescent pleasure exploded through Jayne as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers thrusting into the thick satin of his hair.

Oh...hell.

It was even better than she’d dreamed.

Jayne lost track of time as she reveled in Anton’s heated passion, her stomach muscles clenching as she felt the unmistakable thrust of his arousal. It was the distant sound of a hooting owl that at last brought them back to reality.

Lifting his head, Anton studied her with a brooding gaze. “Not that I don’t appreciate you’re creative approach in trying to sneak past our barriers, but I left my number for you. Why didn’t you just call?”

She blushed. “Why didn’t you?”

His thumb brushed her lips still throbbing from his kisses. “I knew you would come.”

She arched a brow. “You think you’re so irresistible?”

“If not me, then Charlie would eventually lure you into my web,” he murmured.

“Web?” She sucked in a deep breath, savoring his heady male scent. “That’s an interesting choice of words.”

“A web doesn’t release its prey.” His arms tightened as she gave a small shiver. “Are you afraid?”

“Never of you,” she assured him, knowing that it would take time to get used to the powerful emotions that thundered through her.

He held her gaze. “You’ll stay?”

She didn’t hesitate. “For how long?”

A smile that made her heart stop curled his lips. “Eternity sounds about right.”

“Eternity.” She went on pulled his head down, not even close to being done with his delicious kisses. “That does sound right.”

In a stunning new series, Alexandra Ivy lures readers into the dark, seductive world of the Sentinels—humans outcast by their hidden abilities, treading the line between life and death, good and evil, pleasure and pain. . .

In The Heart Of Darkness

Sergeant Duncan O'Conner has seen it all before. Beautiful erotic dancer, murdered at home, no suspect, no motive. But there's one clue: she's missing her heart. It's enough to make the hard-bitten Kansas City cop enlist the help of a necro--one of the dead-channelling freaks who live in the domed city of nearby Valhalla. It's a long shot, but desperate crimes call for desparate measures.

Lies The Kiss Of Death

Unlike the other "high-bloods" in Valhalla, Callie Brown considers her abilities a gift, not a curse. But when she reads the dancer's final thoughts, she senses a powerful presence blocking her vision. This is no ordinary homicide. This is the work of a legendary necromancer who controls souls. A ravenous force that will put Callie's skills to the test, O'Conner's career at risk, and both their hearts on the line. . .literally.

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