Kate Lutter
Kate Lutter believes she was born to write. She wrote her first novel when she was in eighth grade, but then almost burned her house down when she tried to incinerate her story in the garbage can because she couldn’t get the plot to turn out right. Now, many years later, she lives in NJ with her husband and five cats (no matches in sight) and spends her days writing contemporary paranormal romances, traveling the world, and hanging out with her four wild sisters. She is happy to report that her debut novel, Wild Point Island, the first in a series, has just been published by Crescent Moon Press. She is busy writing the sequel and her weekly travel blog entitled Hot Blogging with Chuck, which features her very snarky and rascally almost famous cat.
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Wild
Point Island
Banished from Wild
Point Island as a child, Ella Pattenson, a half human-half revenant, has
managed to hide her true identity as a descendent of the Lost Colony of
Roanoke. Thought to have perished, the
settlers survived but were transformed into revenants--immortal beings who live
forever as long as they remain on the island.
Now, Ella must return to the
place of her birth to rescue her father from imprisonment and a soon to be
unspeakable death. Her only hope is to
trust a seductive revenant who seems to have ties to the corrupt High
Council. Simon Viccars is sexy and like
no man she’s ever met. But he’s been trapped on the island for 400 years and is
willing to do almost anything for his freedom.
With the forces of the island
conspiring against her, Ella must risk her father, her heart, and her life on
love.
Wild Point
Island (excerpt)
Despite what he believed, I never had a
relationship where I felt so bound to someone and yet so constrained in
behavior. Sitting so close to him on the beach, hidden from view, wanting to
hold him, I hesitated. So I’m not sure how what happened, happened next. What
kept us apart—the suspicions, the fact that time had elapsed and we felt a bit
like strangers meeting again—all of it abruptly dissipated like so much fog
when the sun shines through.
His strong yet gentle grasp pulled me
toward him, and he held me close, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I felt
in the urgency of his grip how much he’d missed me, and remembered again the
dream he’d arranged for me, how cautious he’d been only days before. But dreams
could not satisfy me now, no matter how real they seemed.
We pulled apart, but our eyes met. I
leaned in and pressed my lips against his, chaste at first, to taste him, to
spur his reaction. But that tentative reaching out soon exploded into the
confirmation I’d been waiting for. Our desires cascaded in upon each other. I
wanted more of him, and soon lost awareness of the cold surf, which melted
against our heat. The roughness of the sea also faded into the distance. The
spray of salt water was forgotten.
I couldn’t catch my breath. I didn’t
want to think of the future or eternity. Only feel sweet sensations as he
kissed me harder and harder.
Helpless to resist this love-making, I
was the sand being thrown about by the waves around me. Soaked with a longing
for him.
His kisses grew stronger, and I wanted
all of them.
“Ella,”
he groaned, sweeping the stray strands of hair out of my eyes.
I reached up to touch his face, to
trace the outline of his strong jaw. Desire flickered in his eyes, a wildness
mirroring my own needs, and I wanted to lose myself in that need, in that desire.
I wanted him as I had wanted no other, knew for the first time in my life I had
the potential for loving someone who knew me for who I really was.
It was intoxicating.
“Can you take me now?” I asked. “Here. Show
me what I have to do.”
Indecision flickered across his face. I
saw it. A look of a man who walked a tight rope and risked falling to the
depths below.
“Ella.” His voice floundered in his own
deep emotion.
But I reached over to pull him closer,
and he tumbled on top of me. The weight of his body anchored me to the ground. Within
seconds, my back was pressed against the sandy floor. His eyes grew hooded as
his lips played against my mouth. Teasing. Caressing.
Suddenly, the kisses changed. Slow and
carefully placed, I felt a heaviness to them that made me ache where I had felt
warm and riled up before.
Aching to be with him in that way that
I knew was forbidden to us.
But what did I care.
He was kissing me, and I began kissing
him back, as if I had been doing this all my life, as if I were some kind of
expert, allowing the pooling warmth in my stomach to find release. His hands
burrowed under my sweater, nudging, rubbing against my breasts, which swelled
to his touch.
The feel of his skin against my skin
pushed me to a boldness I had not known until now, and I reached my hand below
the belt of his pants, dared now to touch where I knew he wanted me to touch.
“Simon.” I whispered his name into the
air, so sure that he was the one. Knowing as we wrestled together on the sand,
in this sweetest of lovemaking, that I had a fire in me that he had set. He was
the man I had been waiting for. This was the moment--
I felt resistance. Simon seemed to be
struggling for control.
Over me. Over himself.
“Enough.” His voice, raw and edgy,
strained against the sea that roared in the background.
Still breathing heavily, he released
his hold on me, and pushed himself to a seated position.
My heart pounded.
“Have I done something wrong? Tell me,”
I demanded.
“No.”
“Then why are you stopping?”
“We cannot be together, not now. I was
wrong to even start.”
“Wrong? But I thought... ” I struggled
to sit up, to face him, to put my own thoughts in order. When two people wanted
to be together, how could there be something wrong? “Don’t you want to be with
me?”
His gaze traveled down my body. I felt
his stare, the desire in it. “Yes. I want to be with you.”
“Then--”
I touched his arm. I needed to understand what could possibly be strong enough
to hold him back.
“What
I want has already been decided. You must decide what it is you want...” His
voice softened. “… to do with your life.”
A chill coursed down my spine. And even
though my flesh was still warm from his touch, I pulled my sweater down to
cover myself, not because I was ashamed, but without his closeness, the early
evening breeze now felt cold and damp. I guessed what he was saying, but I
didn’t want to think about the future. Not here, not now.
“I want you to make love to me, Simon.”
“The Council forbids it,” he said.
“I don’t care about the Council. They
have no say in what’s between us.”
He faced me then, and his finger
touched my lips. “I could take you, Ella. Now. But it would not be the
honorable thing to do.”
My fists clenched. I didn’t understand.
“I made a choice when I saved you from
your uncle’s dangerous game. It was not difficult because I wanted you, Ella. But
it was my choice. The moment our spirits fused, everything changed. Until you
are sure I am what you want, I cannot take you. Until you are sure this island
can be your home, I cannot give into my passions. My world is not like your
world. There is no formal ceremony of commitment. There is the fusion and then
there is consummation. When that occurs, you will be bound to me forever. There
can be no turning back.”
Kate can be found at:
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Email: katelutter.author@gmail.com
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