Title: Astaroth (Harbinger Novella #2)
Author: Jennifer Field
Genre: Paranormal Erotica
Release Date: Nov 24, 2015
Abigale Colebrook married a man she thought would sweep her off her feet and into the lap of luxury. Only, the man he portrayed was very different from the man he really was. Dark secrets lay within the Colebrook Estate and she finds herself being used as nothing more than a pawn in Lairds’ sick games.
That is, until a handsome stranger rings their doorbell.
He was sent by Pesta to meet Laird Colebrook and locate the legendary statue of Asher and Faye, but no relic could compare to the blonde beauty that swept into his heart.
The moment he laid eyes on Abigale Colebrook, he knew he had to have her. And the moment he kissed her, he knew no one would get in his way. It didn’t matter that her husband was the very man he came to do business with, the very man who controlled her every move.
He was Astaroth, one of the seven princes of the underworld, commander of forty legions, and the leader of the seven armies–no one could take from him what he desired.
She broke their kiss and tried to pull back to look into his amazing eyes, but he pulled her head into his chest and kissed her hair. He held her so tightly, she could barely breathe.
“Do you still trust me?” he whispered, his lips never leaving her head, his hold not allowing her to move. He felt the slightest nod of her head and his arms fell to his side, freeing her from his grasp.
Abby’s body shot straight up, a look of anger on her face. She obviously hadn’t liked not being able to move, but it had been his only option. Slowly, he saw the change in her features as her brain began to register she was no longer safely in her bed. Her eyes darted around Roth’s bedroom, from the ancient wall sconces burning on the stone walls to the heavy drapes hanging on his ten foot windows.
“Where…how…where?” she asked, her eyes moving back to his.
He rested his hands on her hips, feeling her entire body tremble. What had he done? “We’re in my bedroom.”
She scurried away from him and off the bed. Standing on shaky legs, she stumbled away from Roth, her brain trying to process what had just happened. One minute, she was in her room, and the next, she wasn’t sure.
A knock at the door distracted her from her obvious hallucination.
“Go away!” Roth’s deep and powerful voice yelled a moment too late. Sheer panic overtook her as a large boar-like creature stepped into the room. Her scream of terror probably resonated throughout all of the Underworld as her shaky legs collapsed beneath her. Roth’s movement from the bed couldn’t have been seen with the human eye, and his muscular arms caught her before she could even hit the ground.
“I said go away and don’t disturb me again or I’ll have your head on a spike!” He cradled her delicate body in his arms and carried her to a black leather chaise near the window. Kneeling beside her, he lovingly brushed her blonde hair away from her face and softly kissed her temple. “N’anya, Abby, wake up.”
After a few moments, her eyes fluttered, and for a moment, a sweet smile came across her face. Then, the look he dreaded—fear and hatred shadowed her beautiful blue eyes. “What are you?”
He kept his voice just above a whisper as he spoke. “I’m Astaroth, one of the seven princes of the Underworld, commander of forty legions, and the man who’s in love with you.”
She currently lives in Western Massachusetts and has a love for adventure that makes her who she truly is. As an avid mountain climber & hiker it is not unusual for her to be hanging off of a 5.9 in the Adirondacks or the Shawangunk Mountain ranges. During the off-season of climbing, also known as winter, she attends the New England Center for Circus Arts where she studied static trapeze (think Cirque rather than Circus).
She’s an only child so has her mother to thank for her over active imagination and knack for storytelling. Over the years she’s written several short stories of the “naughty” nature. But had never envisioned herself as a writer. Just someone who enjoyed telling a steamy story from time to time.