About the Book
Title: Rising for Autumn
Author: Katherine McIntyre
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Crisis and danger have
become second nature for Alanna Carrington—after all, as the boss of the
Philadelphia Coven, she’s responsible for upholding the laws amongst the
supernatural. Which means when the Order of the Serpent rears its ugly head,
this time with the most powerful necromancer this city’s ever seen, she’s the
one person who can keep Philly safe. Ex-Order djinn and now ally, Samuel Karim
happens to be the best suited guy to help. Except he’s also the first man who’s
stoked her interest in far too long, and ever since she commandeered the lamp
he’s tethered to for safekeeping, he also hates her guts.
As the Order gathers the necromancers of her city and sparks a dangerous alliance, she finds herself working with Samuel Karim more and more. Hatred burns to passion, and when he exhibits a strength and compassion that breaks through her ironclad defenses, she finds herself falling deeper despite the complications between them. Yet with her city under siege and their lives on the line, the sharp desire between them erupts into the temptation to break their own rules, before the Order of the Serpent robs them of the chance permanently.
As the Order gathers the necromancers of her city and sparks a dangerous alliance, she finds herself working with Samuel Karim more and more. Hatred burns to passion, and when he exhibits a strength and compassion that breaks through her ironclad defenses, she finds herself falling deeper despite the complications between them. Yet with her city under siege and their lives on the line, the sharp desire between them erupts into the temptation to break their own rules, before the Order of the Serpent robs them of the chance permanently.
Author Bio
A modern day
Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer brewing, tea
blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make sure she’s
hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing. With a
desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with, all the
stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting them
down on paper. She writes novels with snarky women, ragtag crews, and guys with
bad attitudes. High chances for a passionate speech thrown into the mix.
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Book
Excerpt
Her mouth opened, and the urge to taste her overwhelmed his senses.
Attraction this strong hadn’t pulsed through him for far too long, no matter
how he tried to suppress those feelings. She didn’t look away either, her eyes searching
as if she were looking for some sort of answer in him. His fingertips pressed
into the cold countertop while he restrained himself from crossing the inches
between them. The woman dealt with enough turmoil in one night.
Her brows drew together, and her eyes got a glint of determination to
them. Before he could react, she took the step and leaned up to press her lips
to his.
The spark flaring between them burned bright hot, and his movements
turned fluid like the water he controlled. He deepened the kiss, sliding his
tongue in to taste her, and one hand slid along the slope of her waist. With
his other hand, he buried his fingers in her thick, silken hair, unable to get
enough of the smooth sensation. Her lips were soft as sin, her mouth sweet as honey,
and she melted into his arms like she belonged there. The flare of heat in his
chest as she leaned into him smoldered with intensity.
His grip around her hip tightened when he pushed her against the
counter, and her hand looped around his neck, her palm pressing against his
skin like a brand. Drunk on the taste of her, he dove for more, claiming her
lips with a surprising possessiveness to his movements. A soft moan escaped her
as he braced his palms on the counter on either side of her while his chest
pressed against her lush breasts. The air in the room grew thick, heavy, and
the layers between them were too much. He breathed in the lavender that
reminded him of the stubborn witch and dipped down to kiss her again.
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