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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Lady Brittany Trehune has a deep dark secret. She can read the past from simply touching an ancient relic. Being the daughter of a famous archeologist, her special talent comes in very handy. That is until she goes with her father to Crete on a special expedition. To uncover an unknown palace of the Minoan empire is a dream come true. Unfortunately, some dreams become nightmares... Adam Kinmont is exasperated by having a beautiful, proper English lady along as they excavate on a site that could be the making of his career. That is until he begins to realize that her claims of psychic abilities just might be true, and worse, that he just could be falling in love. The legend of the Minotaur is surely a myth, a fable passed down of a terrifying creature and the place it occupied where human sacrifice was the only way to appease the beast. But what if the legend is true? What if the mystery can only be solved in the depths of the Labyrinth itself? [Erotic Historical/Paranormal Romance: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Siren Publishing Erotic Romance, 2007 2007
eBookwise Release Date: December 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [115 KB]
Words: 23017
Reading time: 65-92 min.

"5 Angels: Labyrinth by Emma Wildes is a fun romp through the past with a paranormal twist! I enjoyed the couple?s education into the true facts of life; not everything has a rational explanation especially how two such different personalities could be so right for one another. Brittany also gets an education about the male anatomy and how lover?s act in one of her visions. Luckily for Adam she wants to know more and he is just the man to teach her. Ms. Wildes does a wonderful job bringing the couple together in a sensual scene while remaining in the historical setting. Even though Labyrinth is a short story, Ms. Wildes is able to bring all the pieces together in such a way that the reader is not left hanging. Very well done, Ms. Wildes! I am looking forward to reading more books by this author." --Stephanie B., Fallen Angel Reviews

"5 Flags: Emma Wildes is in a class all her own. Each story is full of color and detail from the characters to the scenes. And it does help that she sets the sheets on fire in the bedroom ... or where ever the mood strikes her characters. Again, she's put out a great read. I can't wait until the next one."--Melisa, Euro-Reviews

Finally, he murmured, "I stand humbled, sweetheart. I did not do you justice. You are ... perfection."

"Even if I am spoiled and vain?" She simply could not look away from his erection, but his earlier words still rankled a bit.

"We'll argue tomorrow, if you don't mind. Right now, I have something much better to occupy our time." He settled on one elbow next to her, his long body dwarfing her smaller form, and stroked her shoulder lightly, feathering his fingers down her arm. "Does it frighten you?"

"What?"

"This." He touched himself with a forefinger, wiping the crest of his erect penis where a bead of silky fluid had appeared. "I am not sure how educated you are."

"I speak five languages, thank you very much."

Adam gave a choked laugh. "I meant about sex, Britt."

"Oh." She felt a small blush heat her cheeks. Of course he did, but she had to admit at the moment she was a little intimidated. She blurted out, "I thought Theseus was large, but you are bigger."

His dark brows rose. "Not every man gets favorably compared to an ancient Greek mythological hero, but I will try not to disappoint. Later you'll have to tell me exactly what you did see this afternoon, but for now, I'd like it to be just the two of us in this bed."

Somehow, she didn't expect to be disappointed in the least. Quite the contrary, if how warm and expectant she felt was any indication. And when he leaned forward and nuzzled her throat, his lips sliding downward, her breath caught in anticipation, remembering the rapt expression on the blonde woman's face from her vision as her lover suckled her breasts.

Ariadne was exactly right, Brittany decided a blissful moment later as his mouth settled over one tingling peak and she felt the play of his tongue across her nipple. She touched his hair, amazed at the silken softness of it in contrast to his striking masculinity. The ebony strands sifted through her fingers and a light sigh of pleasure drifted out before she even realized it.

Before long she felt a foreign kind of restlessness grip her body as he worshipped her breasts with ardent attention, his mouth and hands making her arch beneath him. When his exploring fingers slipped down her stomach, making the muscles contract sharply, she wasn't sure of his intentions when he stroked her inner thigh. He said persuasively, "Open."

The one word command didn't need further clarification, but she hedged. "Why?"

"This is where I need to be, surely you know that much." His fingers gently began to probe. "Just remember you can't scream, Britt. The last thing we need is for everyone in camp to come running and find us together."

"How bad is it going to be?" She bit her lip and kept her thighs together. If he expected her to scream, it sounded ominous. She knew a woman's first time hurt, but hadn't expected it to be that awful.

"Bad?" He gave her one of those intense looks that made her heart beat like a muffled drum. A sexy smile lingered on his mouth and his powerful nude body looked like one of the magnificent statues she'd seen in Athens, only he was very much alive, and his potent virility on full display in the form of his hugely swollen cock. "On the contrary, sweetheart, I intend for it to be very, very good. Just relax and let me show you."

He might be occasionally--or more than occasionally--the most irritating man on earth, but if there was one thing about Adam Kinmont she knew, he was very competent at whatever he set out to do. She might not like him half the time, but she did trust him.

Taking a deep breath, she spread her legs a little.

"That's it. Jesus, you are so warm and already wet, Britt." Long fingers caressed her most intimate place, parting the soft folds between her legs with a deft touch. "All satin and woman."

When a long finger actually slid inside her, she made a small shocked sound and in response, he gave her a wicked grin and pushed in a little more.

It felt forbidden and decadent, but not unpleasant, she decided, supine and acquiescent, watching from under the veil of her lashes as his fingers began to move rhythmically between her thighs. In contrast to the paleness of her skin, his hand was large and bronzed, but his touch was delicate and skillful.

Very skillful, she learned a moment later as the first true thrill of pleasure shimmered through her. "Adam," she gasped, and arched her spine.