Saturday, March 26, 2011

Coming May 1st to Devine Destinies!!!
Book 2 Blood Hunter~The Betrayal
Jason Craft is a vampire on a mission. Destroy the last of the rogue vampires he’s been enlisted to hunt and he’ll be released from a century old vow made to his creator. Freedom from his obligation was so close he could taste it. He’d lost everything he held dear, but his life would soon be his own once again.

Jazmine Fabré has spent the last fifteen years caring for her adopted younger brother, a vampire with autism, who was attacked and turned by her very own sire.
All she wants is justice on his behalf and as fate would have it, Jazmine’s sire is next on Jason’s hit list.
Thrown together on a mission to hunt him down, they find more than they bargained for on their quest… they find each other.
As the hunt heats up, they soon discover how hard it is to take down an enemy when they don’t know who it really is.
Will hidden secrets and betrayal destroy them before they have a chance start a life? Or were their lives fated for separate paths all along?
Hunting can be a dangerous sport when the prey has all the ammunition. 

An emotional storm brewed inside of her as his cool breath cascaded down her neck. He was finding his way back in with the whirling speed of a grand prix racecar. Her mind weakened with the possibility that he was telling the truth.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” he whispered. 
With his lips centimeters from hers, she held her breath.
“Jaz, please believe me.”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, savoring the way he whispered her name. The passionate inflection warmed her and all she wanted was to feel his hard body pressed against her once again.
She trembled as his lips gently touched hers and the instant his tongue invaded her mouth with slow, satiny sweeps, she crumbled. Her fingers found their way into his short hair, splaying them wide and she brought him down harder onto her mouth.
Jason gripped her waist and pulled her to him eagerly.
The zealous exchange they shared before in his room was fast and hard, full of impatience and maybe even a twinge of desperation, but this felt different. This felt purposeful. Perhaps he was telling the truth after all. Maybe it was her he wanted now.  
With the way her body ached for his touch, would it even matter? 
Their bodies shifted across the room, as long, deep kisses fused them together. Jason’s muscle-bound chest felt firm, but yielded beneath her fingers. His broad shoulders engulfed her smaller frame, making her feel a sense of security. The way his big hands tenderly skimmed over the curve of her neck and slid down around her breasts, finally resting in the small of her back, made her wonder how he could ever be capable of killing anyone.
The slight grumble in his chest sent her body into a near frenzy, writhing beneath him as he took his time to shower her skin with kisses and personal attention. Her mind, foggy from the swirl of desire, couldn’t recall exactly when their clothes hit the floor, but the sight of this man, naked and hovering over her with each rippling muscle flexed, heightened her senses instinctively. If there ever was a man who could command her body at his will, Jason Craft was quite possibly that man.
She clenched her eyes closed tight as his mouth ventured down her body and when his cool, moist tongue encircled her nipple she giggled from the tickle.
He moved farther down and her breathing quickened. It had been far too long since she felt like this, her body being explored and savored. The best part was that this time it wasn’t a dream. Jason was making love to her and whatever misgiving she may have had moments ago flew out the window into the predawn mystery looming in the disappearing night just outside.
 “Jazmine, open your eyes,” he whispered as he stirred between her legs.
She pried them open and gazed up at the blue-eyed prince staring down at her.
“Look into my eyes so you’ll know it’s you I see.”
Was he for real?
Her body melted into him just as easily as her mind became lost in his scent. He hardened between her legs causing a thrilling gasp to escape her lungs. She reached down and stroked him with her fingertips and his gaze narrowed.
Licking his lips, he kissed her again, biting her bottom lip as his mouth consumed hers. 
She swallowed hard as he held his body above hers not moving close, though the burn between her legs wanted him to.
“Yes?” he asked with a slight nod.
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly, digging her fingernails into his biceps.
A cocky grin spread across his face and in that instant she knew she was in trouble. “No.”
What? Had she heard him right? She caught her breath as he lifted himself higher above her. His arm was stretched taut as he lingered there, not moving away, but not continuing on.
“What?” Confusion overwhelmed her.
“Tell me what you want.”
“A woman like you just doesn’t give into a man like me unless she wants something. What is it?”
A familiar flare of anger snuck into her gut. “Who says I have to want anything?”
He didn’t reply right away, instead, with his other hand, he ran his finger down the edge of her jaw. “Tell me,” he said tenderly. “Tell me what you want.”
Jazmine’s gaze darted back and forth searching his eyes. Was he playing a game? She started to get up, but he instantly shifted and gripped her wrists, holding them both above her head.
Her breasts jutted up against his chest and a feeling of fear washed over her as she suddenly felt out of control. She never allowed herself to lose control and now wouldn’t be the time to start.  
“I have at least seventy years on you, kitten, you won’t be getting away that easily.” The right side of his already cocky grin rose, making her blood boil.
He was enjoying himself. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“I don’t want anything from you,” she hissed. “Now get the hell off of me.”
He shook his head. “No, because you’re lying.”
“Get the hell off me, Jason!” she boomed, bucking beneath him.
His mouth enclosed hers hard and his tongue plunged in so deep she shrieked from the thrill. Flipping him over, she straddled him and clenched her thighs tight around his waist. “Don’t play fucking games with me, Jason Craft,” she growled.
“I’m not playing games, kitten. I just wanted to see that woman who makes my body ache.”
“Well, here she is. So, what are you going to do about it?”
Book 1 
The Beginning  
then be sure to snag a copy of 
Book 2, 
The Betrayal 
on May 1st!!
from Devine Destinies

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