HOW TO WORSHIP A GODDESS: New Release from Stephanie Julian

HOW TO WORSHIP A GODDESS, Book 2 in the Forgotten Goddesses series, released on Tuesday. It's available at Amazon and B&N and all other retailers.

The hero is a professional hockey player, who I believe are the best athletes out there. They can play up to four games a week (as opposed to football players, those wimps). They're rough, tough, not afraid to fight or let their hair get long, can stop on a dime and do it all on an eighth-of-an-inch of steel. What's not to love?

HE'S EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S ALWAYS WANTED...

Lucy was once the beloved Goddess of the Moon. These days the goddesses of the Etruscan pantheon are all but forgotten. The only rituals she enjoys now are the local hockey games, where one ferociously handsome player inflames her divine blood...

AND SHE UNLEASHES HIM LIKE A FORCE OF NATURE...

Brandon Stevenson is one hundred percent focused on the game, until he looks up and sees a celestial beauty sitting in the third row. A man could fall hard for a distraction like that...

Excerpt:

When he reached for her, she moved into his arms and he lifted her easily against his body. He swore she weighed less than his gear bag.

Her hands threaded through his hair a second before his mouth covered hers, sending a jolt of lust through his body as they molded together from knee to chest. Free of a bra, her breasts flattened, nipples already tight and pointed. Her slim hips tilted into his body, catching the tip of his cock as she rubbed against him with maddening pressure.

She opened immediately to the thrust of his tongue, and he slid into her warm mouth, flicking at her tongue, encouraging her to tangle with him.  Slanting her head to the side, she opened further for him.

Damn, she tasted great, like hot, sweet honey. He wanted to consume her, to mark her. Make her his. His inner caveman pounded his chest, wanting to take her to the ground and fuck her senseless.

His knees actually bent in preparation but he came to his senses a second later.

Christ, he wasn’t a green kid anymore. Somewhere in this house was a bed.

But first, he needed to slow down. Enjoy the moment.

He hoped like hell that he wound up in her bed soon enough. And if she didn’t let it go that far, no problem. He’d deal.

But he’d probably have a better damn chance of making it all the way to her bedroom if he made her beg for it first.

Fuck it all, he wanted her to beg.

Concentrating on their kiss, he indulged in the silky feel of her lips, warm and clingy as they moved against his. He pulled his tongue back and let her play with him, moving one arm under her ass to hold her so he had one hand free to do…whatever.

For now, he let it rest on her hip as she licked at him with delicate flicks of her tongue, fanning an already red-hot lust.

That delicate, little tongue stroked until he was panting and he couldn’t remain passive any longer.

He let his hand drift up her back then down again, the smooth velvet of her dress warming to his touch. So soft, but he knew her skin would be even softer.

Shifting against him, she moaned as she rocked her hips in a motion that made his cock stiffen in anticipation.

More. He needed to touch her, to feel her skin against his.

His hand slid under her hair until he felt the warmth of her nape bared by her dress. Softer than the dress, her skin forced a groan from him.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he strung a line of kisses from her cheek to her neck, where he couldn’t help himself. He opened his mouth on the pulse beating furiously at the base of her throat.

Her scent made him want to lick her, so he did. A long swipe of his tongue that coaxed a shiver from her. Her hands tightened in his hair, the slight pain cranking his lust into high gear.

He felt his body heat rising, burning, searing.

He wanted to devour her right here. Throw her on the floor and ravage her. Hell, the chaise lounges were too civilized for what he wanted to do to her.

And that should be a warning, he realized.

Slow down.

How could he when her every motion made him drunk with lust?

He wanted to bite her and he meant really fucking bite her until he left a mark on her skin to show everyone who’s she was.

Christ, when the hell had he turned into an animal?

With an indrawn breath, he pulled back though she wouldn’t let him go far.

She kept her hands locked around his neck, allowing him only a few inches of breathing space. Not that he wanted more.

What he really wanted was her naked and under him.

Lucy stared at him, him, her gaze as warm as her kiss had been. Inferno hot.

“Would you like to continue this somewhere more comfortable?” she asked.

He caught back the “Hell, yeah” on the tip of his tongue. Didn’t want to embarrass himself so completely. Plenty of time to do that later.

So he nodded.  “Just show me the way.”

Her lips tilted in a seductive curve. Damn, the woman’s mouth made him think dirty thoughts. Then she inclined her head toward the doorway across the room. “Through the kitchen to the stairs at the back.”

Yes, ma’am. He didn’t have to be told twice.