Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-199-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves
Length: Novella
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-199-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves
Length: Novella
Blurb:
Slayer Damon Phillips is dying of cancer. He figures if he’s going to kick the bucket, then he’s gonna do something really stupid: Seduce gorgeous vampire Belle DeLuc.
Belle has no problem spending a passionate night with Damon, even if he’s notorious for staking bloodsuckers. He excites her in a way no other man has for two centuries, and she wants him to stick around. Forever.
When Belle offers to give her new lover immortal life, she doesn’t realize she’s played right into Damon’s devious hands. But the slayer is having second thoughts. Should he abandon his mission and save the vampire… or unleash the deadly secret that will kill them both?
Excerpt:
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"What are you waiting for?" he demanded raggedly. "I know you want to sink your fangs into my neck."
His breathing was uneven. Her ears picked up the increased beat of his heart. She might not be able to read his thoughts, but she could practically feel his fear, his excitement.
"I've already had dinner, thanks. The blood bank served a terrific AB entrée with a lovely O for dessert."
"Great. I get the one vampire who still has a soul." He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He re-directed his gaze toward the ocean. "I found you in Chicago last month."
The bombshell was dropped casually, with the intention of rattling her.
"You were the one tracking me?" she asked pleasantly. Outwardly she showed no signs of distress, but inwardly, she cursed her complacency. Because she rarely fed directly from humans and never killed them, she was almost always off the radar of hunters. How had this one found her? And why?
His mind was blank, as immovable as a mountain. If she wanted answers, she would have to ask direct questions. Damn it.
Ignoring his verbal bait, Belle allowed herself the luxury of thinking, of waiting. She had accumulated enough wealth to do anything she pleased. She often visited Chicago because she enjoyed the city so much. Apparently, she was not as random about her movements as she'd thought. She'd sensed someone watching her, following her, but never managed to figure out his identity. Now, she knew why. Damon was a powerful psychic.
"I've been off my game," he said suddenly.
Once again, Belle found herself off-balance. She'd expected him to interrogate her, but instead his tone was confessional.
"Tired, unfocused, weak. But I still managed to follow you home. It was easy to sneak into your nest. Your wolf is a mental pushover."
"You entranced Rolf?" Her guardian was huge, vicious and fiercely loyal. And yet, Damon had managed to control him. Belle's stomach squeezed in dread. "You could've staked me."
"I stood over you with that spike hovering about your heart and… I couldn't do it. You were lying there -- naked and perfect and vulnerable. I wanted to kiss you, not kill you." He curled up a fist and slammed it into the sand. "I'm a hunter! Growing a conscience about slaying the undead is the last thing I needed."
She heard the defeat in his tone and guessed at its cause. "Something is wrong with you?"
"Yeah. I went to a doctor and he did a bunch of tests. Cancer."
The word fell bitterly from his lips.
"Ah. You believe that a vampire hunter murdered by his own prey offers you a noble end. That's why you tracked me here."
"No," he said, his eyes blazing with pure lust. "I want to fuck you. If that means my death… well, I'm already dying."
Shocked, Belle stared him. She certainly wasn't opposed to having hot, sweaty sex with him, but she wasn't in the habit of murdering her lovers. God! Had it never occurred to the darling idiot that she could save him? "Two bites and you could be mine forever."
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