Excerpt of Ragnarok Tango by Michael Barnette
Book One of the Dark Tango Cycle
This book is no longer available. It will be rereleased through Shadowfire Press


This is a fantasy/horror erotic romance novel and contains graphic m/f, m/m, and menage content along with fantasy sexual situations and violence.

Guardaaz a demon of destruction has escaped from the Demon Realms into a Mortal Realm.

But nothing the people of the Mortal world have done has been able to stop Guardaaz. Jaella, leader of the Maidens of the Moon must try to summon Raene, Prince of the Coldlands, the demonic ancestor of their own bloodline. But summoning one demon to combat another one has a hefty price for Jaella and her kinsman Rayne. Their virginity, their lives and possibly even their very souls are at stake.

"Jaella?"

"I love you, Rayne."

"I love you too, kinswoman of mine."

Jaella took her cousin's hand and crawled closer to Snow who kissed her, his coldness seeping into Jaella the way soothing oil soaked into wind-burned skin. She shivered as the chill spread through her to coil in her belly and turn to a bonfire of lust.

Demonic power. It had to be the reason. She'd never felt for anyone the way she felt for Snow. Never wanted any man-- or woman-- the way she wanted him.

A hand moved to her breast, touching, a thumb brushing across the hard nipple heated her, but when she looked down there was ice on her breast, and it was Rayne's fingers touching her.

She stared at her cousin, shocked speechless as he leaned closer to her and kissed her, sending more heat to her belly. She felt her juices flowing, could smell her own arousal.

The Immortal lay down where they were, and Jaella noticed that the ground beneath them was coated in a sheet of ice. Rayne was on top of Snow, impaled on Snow's cock and riding him slowly.

Snow reached for her and she let him guide her. She ended up straddling the man's head, face to face with Rayne, a cold wetness sliding into her overheated slit. She groaned and was startled when her cry was cut off by a mouth that tasted of rare spice and honey.

Rayne was kissing her as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to do. Her man loving cousin, touching her had surprised her, but his kiss was even more of a shock.

Snow's tongue delved into her depths, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her still, frost covered her but she hardly felt it. Not when her cousin, her beautiful homosexual cousin whom she'd loved since childhood was cupping her breasts in his hands, fondling them and drawing a groan of pleasure from her.

He bent down, licked a nipple, left a thin coating of ice behind. Ice that smelled of cinnamon.

She could feel the magic rising with their pleasure. Tingling with the flow of energies they were creating, Rayne's hands on her breasts, Snow's tongue slipping inside of her, lapping and teasing. They'd hardly begun and already she could feel the power crackling in the mist drenched air, humming on her skin.

So far from the Gate, yet she was aware of it, felt the magical emanations coming from it as if they were beside it, pulling more energies from it, from the land beyond the Gate: the Coldlands.

Power coiled around them, coiled inside her.

She moaned. Snow's tongue found the nub of her clit, thrust against it and she rocked to the motion.

When she looked at Rayne his eyes were glowing bright as sun-touched gems. He arched his back, rocking on the impalement of Snow's cock, a beatific smile curling his mouth.

So sexy.

So desirable.

Untouchable.

Until now.

She reached for him intending to have more of him while he was amenable to her. She pulled him close and kissed his lips, tongue darting in for more of the honeyed taste of him, the spicy flavor of him.

Rayne. Her beautiful, no longer innocent Rayne.

He gripped her breasts, thumbs brushing over pebbled nipples and she whimpered, pressing herself into his hands, leaning into the kiss while he rode Snow's cock. A low groan vibrated through her soaked pussy, Snow's voice rumbling through her lower body, adding another layer to the strange pleasure. Rayne's taste, his touch, Snow's mouth and voice.

Magic and lust mingling.

Raene's magic.

Tears blurred her eyes as she deepened the kiss. Her beloved kinsman, the Immortal loving her. Pleasuring her.

It was everything she could want, yet it wasn't everything she wanted.

She wanted this to be forever. Wanted Snow to stay with them. Wanted Rayne to always be the way he was now. Loving her. Needing her.

But it was just the magic binding them together for a common goal.

When Guardaaz was dead, when this was over, it would come to an end.

Rayne would no longer want her.

Snow would leave.

And she'd be a Sorceress with a broken world to repair.

Alone.

Rayne broke the kiss, touched her cheek and wiped away a tear. He brought his finger to his lips, licked away the salty frost, leaned in to kiss the rest away, and murmured, "You're too beautiful for tears."

She thought she'd lost her mind. Slipped into a dream.

Rayne calling her... beautiful?

He kissed her, lips light as the snow flakes drifting around them and just as cold. She took his head between her hands, kissed him as Snow's tongue fucked her fast and hard. But she wanted more. Wanted the stiff rod of Rayne's flesh moving inside her.

And it was as if both of them heard her thoughts.

She found herself down on her back, Rayne between her thighs, Snow looking at her from over her kinsman's shoulder.

And the Immortal was grinning.

Coming to Shadowfire Press in 2009.