Ever have one of those
days months years? This morning in the shower I mentioned to my husband February felt like 3 years, and not the good, relaxing-on-the-beach kind. How long did February last for you?
So here, for all of us, are a couple fun-and-or-hot excerpts from my two newest releases,
Masked Attraction, and
Downbeat paperback!
And be sure to get in on the last day of my
Downbeat giveaway. Three copies in paperback up for grabs!
https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/126039
Masked Attraction
Pull of the Moon prequel.
Part of Entranced: A Halloween Box Set
The
masks are coming off.
Daniel Light loved Zoe Blackwood when he was a gangly dork. Now a
powerful wizard prince, a masked ball gives Daniel a new chance to woo
her. Coming between them is an ancient parchment with a deadly prophecy.
Warning:
A wolf shifter on the cusp of mate-or-else, a smokin' hot wizard who
won't let anything stand in his way, and fun in closets.
From
Masked Attraction
“Let’s you and me get to know each other, Lady
Mystery.”
She gritted her teeth
and told herself she was overreacting. Flirt. Enjoy. “Sure.”
Zeus put an arm around
her shoulders. His fingers traipsed along her collarbone until they took a walk
on the wild side of her sternum, spelunking down her cleavage.
Enough was enough. She
cleared her throat to make some classy excuse to beat his head into the wall.
Before she could, a
buzz at the door distracted her. She glanced up as the crowd parted.
A blond man glided in
like a panther, stopped, and stood there, as tall and confident as if he owned
the place. He was built like a true Greek god, inverted triangle torso on long,
strong legs. His golden hair shone lustrous in the electric light. His strong
features accented by a rakish black mask drew the eye of every female in the
room.
Zoe peeled off Zeus’
arm and moved from him as if he’d never existed.
The blond man’s gaze
swung to her—and stopped.
The instant connection
sang in her ears, in her blood, so powerful and shocking it kicked the air out
of her lungs.
The man started toward
her, cutting through the crowd like a sleek ship.
Her breath returned in
quick, excited puffs.
His scent hit her as he
neared, catapulting her back in time to cheerleading sweaters and smoking
blunts in the woods…and the burnt scent of an almost-failed chemistry class.
“Damn my paws,” she
muttered.
Daniel Light.
Downbeat (Biting Love Book 7)
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Samhain Print
Striking the right
note could shatter more than their hearts.
After an
attack that slaughtered his family, vampire Dragan Zajicek walled off
his heart
and went on a sixteen-hundred-year rampage with the bad boys of
history.
Now a
rock star of the concert podium and master freelance spy, he’s taken
the baton
for a small orchestra near Chicago to investigate rumors of a
monstrous,
undefeatable vampire dubbed the Soul Stealer.
But it’s
the lovely, unassuming Raquel “Rocky” Hrbek who mesmerizes him from the
first
touch of her luscious lips on her flute.
Rocky, a
shy shadow scarred by middle school cruelty, is mystified as to why
core-meltingly gorgeous Dragan would notice a mouse like her. As his
stolen
kisses draw her dangerously close to the edge of her carefully
constructed
comfort zone, he exposes her secret—she’s investigating the monster
herself.
As their
quest draws them closer together, the monster zeroes in on the woman
Dragan’s
rebellious heart tells him is his mate. Now they must find a way to
destroy the
indestructible before Rocky is utterly consumed. And Chicago is bathed
in the
blood of innocents.
Warning: Contains a
master of
seduction and symphonies, an awkward and innocent flutist, small-town
humor,
heart-stopping action, and an exodus to Iowa. Oh, and the cheese balls
are
ba-a-ack—and deadlier than ever.
Second kiss.
I tried
to see it from his point of view. The man wanted help getting around. A few
directions, not my soul. Simple neighborliness would do. I breathed deep, and
managed to rasp out, “Sure. No problem, Mr. Zajicek.”
He
smiled and slipped his arm around mine. “Dragan, please.” His hip bumped
against my side as we walked.
My
respiration rate shot through the roof. I gritted my teeth. Simple
neighborliness, yeah, right. Like your basic neighborhood raging inferno.
“Okay. First names. I’m Rocky.”
“Rocky?
That’s a boy’s name.”
“It’s a
nickname,” I admitted.
“Ah. And
your real name?”
Yes. My
“real” name.
My
friend, Nixie Emerson, once told me names have power. In her case, she went by
her kicky middle name instead of “Dietlinde”, her dull-as-dust first. For her,
that was appropriate. Nixie was short and punk and smart as a whip—and as
smart-mouthed too, though she reined it in around her new baby.
In my
case though, my “real” name was not appropriate. Anti-appropriate, in fact. My
mom named me Raquel, after Raquel Welch, the sex-goddess of the sixties. So
while Nixie’s name was right and good, mine was a joke. And considering my
nega-love-life, a rather nasty one at that. “Rocky’s good enough, Mr. Zajicek.”
“Dragan,”
he murmured, somehow pulling me closer. The heat of his body licked flame-like
up my side. I hissed and shifted my flute bag between us, but as a defense it
backfired. Zajicek simply plucked the bag from my hands. “Shall I carry that?”
“You
don’t have to. No, wait—”
“Nonsense.
It is quite light.” He shifted my bag onto his own shoulder, not the one
between us. The strap wrapped itself over his muscles like a second skin, and I
swear it moaned happily.
Then
Zajicek curled one hand around my waist and pulled me so close I could barely
breathe. I tried to, really I did. But every tentative inhale brought the scent
of him, cotton and sandalwood and burning masculinity. Every movement of my
ribcage scraped the side of my breast against his arm, until I was trembling
with the need to rub blatantly against him. Every breath drew cool air over my
tongue…yikes, I was lolling like a dog in heat.
My
glasses fogged up, and I stumbled again.
Both
Zajicek’s arms went around me. I felt incredibly clumsy and stupid, making him
rescue me continually from my own feet. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Zajicek—”
“Dragan,”
he murmured, cupping my chin and lifting my face for another soft kiss. His
lips touched mine, his mouth moving in tiny circles as if to warm my skin. He
didn’t need to. I was plenty warm already—and a little buzzy.
“You
taste wonderful.” His mouth opened and his tongue teased the seam of my lips.
I jumped
at the touch but Zajicek held me, so securely I relaxed into his arms. It
seemed to be some sort of cue for him to lick me and slide his tongue between
my lips, encouraging me to part them.
He asked
so nicely, with tiny hot licks. So I did.
The
instant my mouth opened he devoured me. His mouth slanted over mine and his jaw
dropped. Heat rushed in. I gasped. Shocked and a little scared, I fell back,
but he stepped with me, wrapped his arm around my back and trapped me good. He
had to bend quite a ways to do it.
My back
arched like a bow, my breasts crushed to his chest, my hips to his thighs.
Something stirred against my belly, sending a jolt shearing through me. My
mouth tingled and my breasts tingled and I was getting really tingly between my
legs.
I slid
my hands between us to try to wedge open some space. All I succeeded in doing
was fitting my palms to the hardest pectorals in the world.
The
tingling between my legs was starting to drive me insane.
Zajicek’s
mouth left mine to trail licks and nibbles down my jaw to my throat. He nuzzled
me there, an odd dark rumble coming from his chest, almost a lion’s purr. “You
smell divine. Ah, to taste you fully.” His tongue rasped over my pulse.
Somewhere
along the way his hand had found my breast and was kneading and cupping while
he sucked gently on the tender skin of my neck until my head spun.
Then his
fingers found my raised nipple and plucked.
A
thousand Christmas lights went on in my head. I shrieked.
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Prophecy Mates (Pull of the Moon)
