Shattered Promises teasers by Jessica Sorensen

 And for those of you who've read The Fallen Star, this scene takes place in the Black Dungeon.

**Mature Content Warning** Recommended for 17+**

Luckily, the song switched to a slower, more sensual beat and everyone mellowed to grind against each other. I wasn’t sure what to do or why we were out here, but Alex took the lead. He put his hand on my hip and lured me to him with his eyes on me. He slid his hand slowly up my side, along my ribs, and to my shoulder, where he started to drift downward. His skin was searing hot against my arm and when he arrived at my wrist I practically died from the heat. He gripped my wrist forcefully, pressing his fingers into my skin, then he lifted my arm up and positioned my hand on top of his shoulder.

My body was very much alive and awake and in tune and when he did the same thing with my other arm I couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure clawing up my throat. I let it out because there was nothing else to do.

The muscles in his jaw twitched as he placed his hands on my hips and enticed me toward him until our bodies were connected. He began swaying us to the music and rubbing against me with each movement.  His green eyes were black below the inadequate lighting and his lips blood red. He inched his mouth toward my ear and breathed against my skin. “The bartender was on to you. I had to find a way to get you out of there.”

“By kissing me?” I asked, breathless.

His fingertips kneaded my hips. “That was to get you to stop choking.” He pulled back a little. “And the dancing is to get you into the crowd and away from wandering eyes. You distract everyone out here. You stand out way too much.”

I glanced at the blond girl with fangs and she was nipping at pointy-eared guys’ neck. He let out a groan similar to the one I’d let out just seconds ago.  “I think I blend in pretty well,” I said.

His brow teased upward. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I slipped my hands farther up his shoulders and down to his back. When my palms were covering his shoulder blades, I dug my nails in and pulled him closer. “In fact, I think I have this whole angel thing down pretty well.”

He shook his head, grinning haughtily. “You’d be screwed if I wasn’t here to guide you through.”

“If you weren’t here than I wouldn’t be here.” My head was getting hazy and uncensored words were slipping out of my mouth.

He frowned. “I know that.”

He grew quiet and took a step back to add room between us. His attention left me as his eyes drifted to the stairway. It bugged me, because I wanted it on me. I wanted him to look at me. Touch me. Be only about me. I was becoming very needy and the feeling consumed me.

I hooked a finger underneath his chin and forced him to look at me. “I thought you brought me out here to dance?”

His eyebrows dipped together. “No, I brought you out here to keep you hidden and to keep an eye on the staircase.”

I shook my head and scratched him with my nail as I drew my hand away. “I want to dance, just like everyone else.”

His eyes went squinty as he analyzed my facial features and eyes. “Are you drunk?”

I shook my head with sureness even though I had no idea what being drunk felt like. “No, I’m perfectly sober.”

“Good, because you only had one shot.”

“Obviously.”

He shook his head and I clamped down on his shoulders and forced him to diminish the space he’d put between us.  He was shocked, his eyes wide and his lips parted. Without another thought, I bent my head forward and collided our lips. The music was loud and drenched my body in lyrics as I basked in the taste of him. My head spun with vapor as I sucked his lip into my mouth. He groaned, loudly, and I bit down on his lip and let my hands trail down his back with my nails aiming downward so I was gently scratching at his skin.

“Gemma,” he murmured as his hand moved from my hip to my back. Then crept downward and he cupped my ass and crushed my body against his. I was drowning in blackness and he was my air. I sealed our lips together and his tongue willingly slipping into mine. I felt his breath enter my mouth and the compulsion for more took me over. My hands swiftly glided up his back and I fastened my arms around his neck. I tasted him thoroughly as I stood on my tiptoes and climbed on top of him.  His breath hitched in his throat as I hooked my legs around his midsection. I was in a dress and my legs were apart, allowing his hardness to press against me. It was stimulating and made my body crave for more, so I clung onto him and writhed my hips up and down, rubbing up against him.

He groaned a deep throaty groan and reciprocated by pushing his body closer to mine and I felt his hand slip between my legs. His eyes were shut but mine refused to close. I could see everything. Feel everything. I was high. I was centered. I was in control.

People were dancing quickly, like we were in a movie and it was stuck I fast forward—none of it could be real. Alex was kissing me, feeling me, touching me, making me feel like I’d been starved. My arms began to tremble and when I glanced down them, my skin was covered in black veins like tar had replaced my blood.  The veins where crawling across my skin and I started to scream. I was falling. Floating. What was I doing?

Alex jerked back and his lips were moving. But I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I unhitched my jaw to speak, but my voice was noiseless. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my limbs went limp. I began to sink to the ground and I wasn’t sure how far down it was before I’d hit.

Or if I’d ever hit anything.

Maybe I’d just fall, and fall, and fall.

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Fractured Souls(Shattered promises,#2)teaser

Here is a big teaser from fractured souls. You can only think Jessica Sorensen forthis wonderful teaser and amazing book. Enjoy! **Warning mature content** His lips smash together as he deliberates something. Then he steps forward, toward me, taking me off guard as he lines his body with mine and I have no choice but to back up against the door. Fireworks of heat erupt through my body as he pins my shoulders between his arms, his hands resting beside my head. “Gemma, I don’t want to fight with you,” he says. “I didn’t… I didn’t work to save you only so we could sit here and argue with each other.” His sincerity perplexes me because he’s not much of a sincere type of guy. My eyes drift to his head at the dissolving black spot, the brand of his supposed good deed. “Did it hurt?” I ask. “When it bounced back on you?” He rolls his tongue in his mouth, looking like he’s trying not to laugh. “Not too bad, but I’m good at handling pain.” “What about the non-pain part of it?” With each breath I take, my chest crushes against his. He shakes his head and his forehead brushes against mine. We’re that close, almost pressing against each other, but there’s still a sliver of air between us, a boundary we need at the moment. “There was no non-pain part of it,” he explains. “It didn’t do anything but give me a really, really bad fu**ing headache.” I hate this; this drive toward him. The invisible pull that I still don’t understand. The overwhelming need to touch him, rip his clothes off, bite his lip, scratch his skin, feel his rock-hard body. My fingertips dare to go to the place my mind is heading, drifting to the top of his jeans, then skimming underneath the fabric. I feel him tense and I tense too. I’m about to go there and what really surprises me is how bad I want to do it, want to touch him. I can tell he wants to touch me too, his lips dipping closer to mine as we breathe frantically together. My back arches forward and my chest presses against his, my body and mind wanting more—needing more. I feel starved from something, but I’m having a hard time placing what. “Jesus… Gemma...”He lets out a throaty groan and his eyes start to shut as my hand travels lower. My other hand wanders up the front of him, resting on the top of his heart, crushed between our bodies. I can feel it pounding in his chest, racing almost as fast as mine. Our lips brush, the connection sparking, and he lets out another groan, this time louder. Suddenly, I remember that there’s a six-foot four, blue-eyed, blond haired, sexy vampire hiding under my bed. Sh**. I lean back, pulling my hands out of the top of his jeans. “Where’s Aislin and Laylen?” I ask, breathless. He blinks and the emotion drains from his expression. Holding my gaze, he pushes back from the door. “Downstairs I think.” And just like that the tension and desire melt into a puddle below our feet. *** A teaser from Laylen’s P.O.V.  I let out a sigh, conflicted, and deep down knowing I should keep my mouth shut, but ever since the biting incident, there’s been this overwhelming need to make her happy. “I could put you in a temporary state of euphoria.” “Isn’t that the same as happiness?” she asks warily, crossing her legs in front of her. I shrug and sweep my hair out of my eyes. “It all kind of depends on how you look at it. Euphoria is a form of happiness, but it’s also a state of perfection, where you’re going to think everything is perfect and blissful, which doesn’t make it as real as happiness, but I’m guessing it’s easier to achieve.” Her eyes scroll over my face as she bites on her bottom lip, looking hesitant. “Never mind,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment. It’s good she’s reluctant, because I shouldn’t be doing any of this. I should be keeping my distance from her.  “It was just a random thought. We can do something else.” Shaking her head, she kneels up on the bed in front of me, her reluctance shifting to curiosity. “No, I want to do it.” I tell my lips to say no, but instead I nod. Then I’m cupping her cheeks, knowing it’s wrong, putting emotions like this inside her, but a part of me wonders if in the state of perfection, she’ll think I’m perfect and maybe I can be blissfully happy with her, because it’s been so long I can’t even remember what happiness feels like anymore. Fractured Souls(by Jessica Sorensen) **Mature Content Warning** 17+ for language and sexual content. Also, if your a die hard Alex fan, you might want to stay away from this one too ;) You don’t have to do it,” I whisper at the sight of the pain in his eyes. “If you don’t want to.” He doesn’t say anything as he shifts his body forward in his seat, bending his back inward, moving closer to me. My chest heaves ravenously as anticipation and fear collide inside me and I turn inward to bring myself closer to him. He maintains my gaze as he cups his hand on the bottom of my neck, softly, yet at the same time with purpose. I wonder if he can feel my rapid pulse. If he can smell the scent of my blood racing through my body. What he’s thinking. I wonder a lot of things, until he leans in so close I can feel the heat of his breath caressing my skin, then all thoughts are lost as a silence blankets my body. “Just breathe and try to relax,” he whispers, the pupils in his eyes expanding and taking over all of the blue in his eyes. His lips part, his breathing sharpens, and his pointed fangs descend. My mind tells me that I should be afraid, but my body won’t have any part of it, the prickle on the back of my neck stabbing wildly, releasing an abundance of emotions. I lean into his touch, his hand tightens around the bottom of my neck, and my knees press into his. I know Draven is watching us, like a weirdo, but I block him out, and focus on my breathing. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Laylen’s head slants to the side, so he’s moving in toward my neck at an angle. When he’s only inches away, his tongue slips out and slides across his lips, moistening them and skimming along the tips of his fangs. I feel a tremor in his fingertips and I reach forward and grasp onto his legs. I hold my breath as his lips graze my neckline and then squeeze my eyes shut as his fangs pierce my vein.It’s far more intense than just the scrape. Blindingly intense. Body-altering intense. I fall so fast into the dark I can’t even remember what the light looks like. I hear myself groan, but it barely sounds like me, and an invisible connection seals the inside of y body and guides me forward, forcing me to arch my back and press my chest against his. Laylen’s fingertips stab into my neck and I can feel the skin bruising, but the pain only enhances the experience as he feeds on my blood, sucking it out of me and putting it inside him. My hands clamp down on his legs as I whimper, my body going limp as all the energy is drained out of me. Laylen pauses, the tug from him sucking momentarily ceasing. He groans and I think he’s going to stop, even though my mind is screaming at him to continue. But then he bites down harder and suddenly I’m being laid back toward the table. The edge of it cuts into the center of my back and I cry out as he slides me up and lies me down on the table, lining his body with mine as he sucks on my neck, spilling blood all over my skin and clothes. My hands wind around his back and I stab my nails into his shoulder blades, grasping onto him be-cause I can barely see anything anymore beside a red. Blood red. I can smell it, taste it myself, and it’s driving me crazy. It feels like I need something more, like my body is being starved. “Laylen,” I manage to choke out, my head drifting to the side as my legs fall open. His body responds, curving inward and rubbing up against me. His fangs sink deeper, plunging into the arch of my neck. Then suddenly he’s pulling away and I think it’s over as he wipes the blood off his face with his hand and licks it off his lips with his tongue. I don’t want him to be done. I want more—need it. I’m not sure where the sensation is stemming from, what drives it, but regardless I fasten my legs around his waist and cross my ankles tightly around him.