In the heart of Tuscany's centuries-old wine country, the satyr lords protect ancient secrets.
The Lords of Satyr, Book 2
Kensington Aphrodisia
February 26, 2008
ISBN-13: 9780758220400
ISBN-10: 0758220405




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RAINE is now in a 5th printing!

Yay! Raine just made Michelle Buonfiglio’s list of The Best Romance Reads of 2008 at Romance B(u)y the Book and received the RBTB VANGUARD AWARD.
“This erotic romance presents with empaty and intelligent fluidity of sexuality and sensuality within the central love story.”
—Michelle Buonfiglio, Romance B(u)y the Book

5 lips, Recommended Read
“One of the the strongest heroines I have ever read . . . great, erotic sex. ”
—Julianne, TwoLips Reviews

“. . . without question the best historical paranormal erotic romance this reviewer has ever read… This is a must read book for 2008!”
—Janalee, ParaNormal Romance Reviews

“Wowza. What a brave and amazing book!”
—Michelle Buonfiglio,

“Two thumbs up for another sensual read that will be gracing my keeper shelf.”
—Tammie, Night Owl Romance

Recommended Read
“ . . . a trip back to the land of Satyr, where things are not always as they seem, and everything has more than a touch of magic.”
—Amelia, Joyfully Reviewed

5 Ribbons
“This storyline went far above my expectations and encompasses all the passion, suspense, and mystical wonders I so enjoyed in the first book.”
—Chrissy, Romance Junkies

“The sex scenes are varied and well written, and the heroine’s unusual physical features add a spicy element to this hot read . . . Amber has done another fine job of blending good storytelling, excellent sex and happily-ever-after romance.”
—Rhomylly Forbes, Romantic Times Book Reviews

4.5 Stars
“I ended my review of Elizabeth Amber’s previous book in this series, NICHOLAS: LORDS OF SATYR, saying that it left me wanting the next book in the series. I can avow with no small certainty that Raine: The Lords of Satyr not only lived up to my expectations, but managed to surprise me in ways I could never have imagined!”
—Jennifer Ray, CK2S Kwips & Kritiques

“Superb. Ms. Amber does a tremendous job of creating mythical creatures that you come to care about. Jordan will touch your heart, with all the emotion and pain she has been through before she has even met Raine. . . .
Very erotic sex scenes that will singe your eyebrows, while you love every minute of it . . .”
—Wateena, Coffeetime Romance

5 Hearts
“I highly recommend this story, as it will keep the reader completely engrossed in the pages from the start.”
—Sandra, The Romance Studio

Grade A +
“You won’t want to miss one passionate word.”
—Lynda, Simply Romance Reviews

5 Stars
“This book was so well-written that I had to make myself put it down in order to deal with everyday responsibilities! You know, those pesky things like eating, feeding my kids, laundry… nothing important! But, in all seriousness, Ms. Amber has another stunningly erotic tale that will leave you completely invested in her characters’ happiness. I breathlessly await the third brother, Lyon’s tale.”
—Viscaria, Whipped Cream


The last in a fabled line of otherworldly aristocracy, the Lords of Satyr are born to wealth, power, and a talent for sensual delight that mere mortals only dream of. Commanded to marry, these passionate men will travel to Rome, Venice, and Paris—and along the way will explore desires both shamelessly wicked and blissfully divine…

As A Lover, His Skills Are Legendary…

The middle brother, Raine, is both sensual and stoic. Scarred by once taking a wife who could not accept his carnal needs, he wants no part in another marriage. But duty commands that he fulfill his promise to wed King Feydon’s second daughter, Jordan…

But In Matters Of The Heart, He Has Much To Learn…

The loyal satyr begins a search that leads him from Tuscany to romantic Venice, where his beautiful bride awaits, unaware of what passionate delights fate has planned for her. Raine is careful not to reveal his powerful satyr sexuality, for fear of driving yet another woman away. But unbeknownst to him, Jordan is no ordinary woman and was born with an insatiable appetite for love. And as Raine’s heart begins to melt for her, how long will he be able to hide his true nature when Jordan seems to want him so fiercely?

Read an Excerpt

Below is an erotic excerpt from chapter 21 of RAINE, which takes place between Raine and his future bride, half-faerie Jordan, at Raine’s estate on Satyr land. It’s Moonful, the most sacred night of all for those of Satyr blood. Raine has left Jordan waiting in his bedchamber and has gone to her adjoining room for a pot of cream to facilitate their joining.

Raine lifted his silver gaze to the mirror that hung on the wall in Jordan’s bedchamber.

And saw himself.

Saw how horribly changed he was physically. Saw the soft down of sepia fur that now covered his legs from thigh to ankle. The fur not of a man, but of an animal. Having sprouted with the onset of the Calling, it would not disappear until the coming of dawn.

Though he wanted to turn away, he forced himself to look. To see himself for the half-beast, half-Human he was. To see the huge vein-roped man-penis jutting from his dark thatch, its blood-purpled head straining in search of quim. And to see its twin, a second ruddy penis angling high from his pelvis a few finger spans above it.

It was the way of the Satyr and he had experienced such changes before—at least a dozen times each year. But he’d always avoided looking at himself when he was this way. This was how his first wife had seen him. As Jordan would.

His eyes wandered over the bottles and vials on her dressing table, the cushion she’d sewn for the chair, the embroidery project she’d tossed in a basket nearby. Like her, everything here was feminine and delicate. Fragile.

Tonight he might hurt her. At a certain point, he might not be able to stop himself from taking her again and again, whether she was willing or not. It was a horrifying thought.

Had it been some last shred of decency in him that had made him come in here? he wondered. After all, he had salve of his own, in his room. At times, he resorted to using it to masturbate himself the multiple times necessary to assuage his nightly need. It was makeshift, but at least he hurt no one. Disgusted no one. Used no one, save himself. Maybe fate was offering him a second chance to regain his self-control before he made a terrific mistake.

If he could bring himself to climax a half dozen times or so here in her room, perhaps he could take the edge off. It was not too late to conjure Shimmerskins to relieve him if that didn’t work. What was one more such night spent with only his hand and conjured women for comfort? After a modicum of satiation, he might even be able to make his way to the glen to continue his fucking. The farther he got from Jordan, the better.

He scooped cream from her jar. Half sitting on the dressing table, he gripped his fevered cocks, one in each hand. His brothers’ pricks were slipping inside their women even now. Nick would be with Jane, in the sacred glen under the full moon. Lyon would be secreted somewhere in Paris more than likely taking Shimmerskins under him, unless he’d already found Feydon’s third daughter. The rise in his brothers’ desire sent a new, sharp hunger churning in his gut. All too soon his brothers would be in full-blown rut. Gods help him then.

With unsteady hands, he began massaging himself, praying to Bacchus he had the willpower to keep himself from the woman who waited in his bed. Earnestly, he milked the engorged shafts in his strong hands from root to crown and back. The rhythmic pumping elongated and thickened him to the point of pain. But the feel of a fist wasn’t what he craved. His desperation mounted.

A sudden noise alerted him that he was not alone. Turning his head, he saw that Jordan had followed him and was now standing in the doorway between their rooms.