Dual Release
Tara Nina
Book five in the Cursed MacKinnons series.
A lead on a demonic cult lands Cait and Jenny in the arms of a pair of scrumptious twin Scottish lairds. Hot sex fueled by danger tightens their bonds with these men. Sunlight plays against them. Dour and Donnell MacKinnon are cursed.
Just the girls' luck-they finally find the perfect men and they're gargoyles.
The cult wants the MacKinnons dead. Cait and Jenny want them in their beds. Men by night. Stone by day. It's a battle against evil these women are determined to win.
Excerpt
"Ceum saor de clach. Be Ye Biast air duine. Tis Gaol dara slighe. Ge Ye be mèinne dh'oidche mur dh'là."
The ground rumbled. The crate shook. Cracks splintered the statues. Light spilled from the newly formed slits as dust filled the air. Pebbles and stones rolled to the ground. A cloud of dirt and dust rose, filling the area to a point visibility was nil.
As if mesmerized by what was happening, the fighting momentarily stopped. Cait slid off the guy she'd been bronco riding. Coughing and gagging from everyone filled the room. When the dust cleared, Cait's jaw dropped. One word flashed inside her head. Damn.
A set of the most gorgeous twins she'd ever seen sat inside the crate. The statues were gone. Two living, breathing men were in their place. Granted they were covered in dust, but... Wow.
"You bitch," echoed around the warehouse as the forgotten injured man on top of the statue's crate sprang at the woman, knocking her to the ground and landing on her. His fist poised to hit her but never made contact.
A strong hand caught his wrist and held it tight, jerking him by his arm off the woman. The wild-eyed man glared at the hand, then all color drained from his face once he made the connection as to who had a hold on him.
"Ye nay be hitting the lady. Bad enough ye knocked her down." The tall Scotsman with fiery-red hair and the greenest eyes Cait had ever seen on a man turned his head to look at the other Scotsman and said, "What say ye, Dour, shall we teach this gent some manners?"
"Aye, in due time, mi brathair," Dour replied as he helped the woman, who'd been knocked to the ground, back to her feet. Confusion furrowed his brow as he obviously surveyed his surroundings. "Do ye happen to know where we are perchance?"
