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Happy Tuesday Everyone,
Thanks to Robin again for having me here this week!
Today, I’ll present the Forces of Beauty Series (also about vampires, but a different created world from yesterday’s presentation). The two books so far are The Cougar and Her Vampire and A Vampire in Paris which is due to release February 2012. Book three I have started, but only in infancy. The other books I mentioned yesterday have priority. Unless, the muse takes over for Jason and Nayara! The title for the third is Lex Aeterna. My daughter insisted I write Jason’s story because she fell in love with his character in The Cougar and Her Vampire.
Without further ado, here’s the blurbs and excerpts from The Cougar and Her Vampire and A Vampire in Paris.
View the Book Trailer for The Cougar and Her Vampire: http://youtu.be/KuOSn2v4VaU
Recently divorced Payton Fleming vacations in Crete, looking for a quiet resort to get away from the chaos of the death of her best friend, serial killer, and an ex-husband. The adventure at the resort brings more than she expected—a young man with a story to tell. Concerned with the age difference, Payton knows there is something else he is keeping from her.
Christian MacKenzie is an entrepreneur in the hospitality and entertainment business, owner of Nocturnal Entertainment and Hospitality Corporation (NEHC), luxury resorts and nightclubs around the world. He escapes to his favorite resort on Crete, and meets his vision of a Greek goddess, a mysterious beauty, but fears she will reject him because of what he is, a vampire.
After returning to Miami, and a rival from his past threatens their happiness, will their love survive all the obstacles along the way…and The Cougar get Her Vampire in the end?
He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. She let out a scream of hot, wet abandonment with the fourth climax, which crested more intensely than the first three. He let out his own deep groan as his passion crested, and his fangs came down, his eyes blood red.
Payton sucked in a deep breath at seeing him in vampire form.
He grimaced, pulled out and fell down beside her. His fangs receded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Immediately, she sat up and scooted back on the bed away from him. “Are you okay? You look…a little hungry?”
He shook his head. “I’m fine. I…I got a little carried away with yer sexy, responsive body. It’s so sensual. I’m sorry I scared you, love. I won’t hurt you.”
“That’s okay. I’ve never seen you as a vampire before, except for the night you told me. You know how to put on quite a show, mister.” She decided not to let his display of his true self, the fangs and glowing, blood red eyes, bother her. He was who and what he was and couldn’t change if he wanted too. She had to accept him because the alternative, living without him, would be unbearable. He actually hadn’t lost control and bitten her, which made for a good thing. He’d shown restraint. She could trust him.
Moving closer, she took in the magnificent sight of him. Her young man from Elounda made her quiver, and she yearned for his body like no other man before. Her hand glided over his strong chest and down his taut, well-defined abdomen. She stopped at the area where he had been cut by the gang member.
“Did this hurt? Where that kid cut you the other night?”
“Nay, not really. After three hundred years, you become desensitized to the pain we go through as vampires. I’ve been cut, sliced, hung, burned, but the worst is going without blood for too long.”
“It’s that painful?”
“Like dying all over again. You’re enraged and would do anything, and I’m ashamed to say I have. When I first turned, I didn’t know how to hunt properly without being caught. I lived in fear and didn’t manage my prey very well. I went days, sometimes weeks, without feeding properly. Deprivation of blood is an excruciating hell to live in, one I never wish to repeat. Ian didn’t fare much better to our circumstances, since we were turned at the same time. We learned to hunt together, and we survived for many years hunting prey in tandem. That’s why our on-going conflict is hard for me. Why doing what I have to do is difficult for me.”
“You mean kill him? How do you kill a vampire, anyway?” Her hands continued to aimlessly wander over his body as he spoke.
“Aye. The most efficient way is to cut off their head or run them through the heart.” Then he added with a tone of regret, “Ian used to be my friend.”
She ran her fingers down a trail leading to the V of fine curly raven black hair above his groin. “Now I see why you carry swords instead of guns.”
Chuckling, he said, “A clean cut is surer than putting random holes in an enemy.”
She paused, and changing the subject, asking, “Do you become desensitized to the joys of pleasure over the years, as well?” She stroked his cock the full length, and even semi-flaccid, he was thick and long. She grinned as he flexed muscles causing a twitch.
“Nay, the joys of pleasure, especially by you, could never desensitize any man.” He groaned as he closed his eyes.
“My, God, you take my breath away.” She continued stroking him, tracing the pronounced vein pulsing on the surface. “How did it happen?”
“What? This? I was born with a big cock, lass. Made to please the women in my life.” He fell back on the bed pillow. “Don’t stop what you’re doing, love.”
She snorted. “Oh, you think you’re clever.” She squeezed him gently. “I meant what happened to ruin your friendship.”
“Do not toy with a man like that if all you want to do is talk instead of indulging in carnal pleasures.”
“I just want to get to know more about you. What carnal pleasures would you like to indulge in, Mr. MacKenzie?” She tickled him along his inner thighs and up under his balls, and then stretched out beside him, cradling her head on his shoulder.
“Love, I’ll give you all night to stop torturing me like that.”
“As long as you give me what I want in return.” She went back to stroking his growing erection. He may be over three hundred years old, but he can perform and recover like no normal twenty-seven year old I ever knew.
“I have to admit Ian was right about one thing. Ye’r a tough negotiator, Miss Fleming. Anything, anything you want is yers.” He turned to the side, propping up on his elbow.
“I told you what I want. Talk to me. Tell me about Ian.”
“He’s evil. Bad news. You need to stay away from him. End of story. Now let’s get back to the carnal pleasures.” He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her close enough to kiss. “By the way, I haven’t told you yet. I like yer hair this way. It definitely suits you.”
“Thanks, but no changing the subject. Why aren’t you friends anymore? He couldn’t have been evil when you were friends, unless you were evil too?” She hesitated with the last part of her question. Maybe evil ruled him when he first transformed. He’d hinted as much earlier. He may have changed for the better while Ian never changed.
“Ye’r not going to let this go are you?”
“No and just to let you know I’m a woman used to getting what she wants once I set my mind to it.”
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BLURB FOR A Vampire in Paris:
For over two hundred years, London-based security and private investigator, Ramsey Weiss has existed as the quintessential confirmed bachelor. New Years’ Day he is dispatched to Paris, France, to rescue an abducted cosmetics company heiress. In the melee, he butts heads with an unexpected woman.
Camille du Bassin is the head chemist at Institut de Beauté Biologique and her niece has been kidnapped. She teams up with a private security investigator with special skills hired by her brother. The two unlikely pair work together playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse not only with each other, but battle an evil ancient vampire determined to take Camille as his consort. Somewhere along the journey, Camille and Ramsey are surprised by the physical attraction that develops between them, denying the attraction.
Just when the two lovers' think their love can be forever...Fate steps in to challenge the power of their love.
UNEDITED ADULT EXCERT:
“I’m a goddamn investigator and I didn’t see through her lies? I read her thoughts and no deceit surfaced.” With a clenched jaw, the anger welled inside, churning and burning his insides. Was he more angered at the duplicitous vixen or at his own foolishness? He had let his lustful vampire ways cloud his judgment and for that he deserved reprimand.
What the bloody bollocks is going on?
Air, he needed air and blood. Grabbing his leather jacket, he threw it on and charged out the front door. The frigid air burned his flaring nostrils. Shadowed illumination of the scattered streetlights danced in ghostly patterns across the path he traveled. Trails of misty breath fell behind him; the same weather seemed to follow him from London, only in Paris the air seemed less humid. The hour lingered late for humans, but not to creatures such as him. Bloodlust drew him into a direction of the old ways, hunting human prey unlike the normal synthetic and blood bank supplies he normally drank for major feeding. His mind raced, realizing but ignoring, this avenue of action would lead to danger. Something in the air drew him in. Throwing caution to the wind, he blindly traipsed into the darkness.
The sliver of moon barely cast a shine down upon the narrow streets Ramsey canvassed. The street lamps dimmed in the early morning hours casting slight illumination, yet twinkled enough from the diamond stud in his ear to reflect off the storefront windows he passed. No humans were about at that hour and his body twitched and shivered from the cold. He craved blood to sate his anger and thirst. Then, he caught scent of prey. Young, sexy and female. Two prime targets. The aromatic spices of a nearby restaurant intermingling with their sickening sweet perfumes wafted through the air. The thin edge of his tense lips curved into a smile. His favorite odds—two women, one vampire. A tongue slipped out to wet the pale red flesh of his mouth.
The prey drew near. Abruptly, Ramsey stopped. He heard something—talking and laughing. No, more like giggles. The pair conversed about their time spent at a nightclub. With his exceptional hearing, he knew they could be anywhere within a block radius. He needed to fine tune his senses, cut out all the extraneous night sounds and smells in order to home in on their voices and smells.
To his right, down the side alley, he turned and moved with speed, listening, straining to follow the voices. Coming around the corner of the brick building, the women emerged into view twenty yards ahead. Scanning the immediate area for other humans, he found none. Without a moment of hesitation, Ramsey swooped forward and possessed them, curling a hand tightly into the long blonde locks of one and the other hand around the waist of the brunette. Taking what he wanted, tasting the sweetness of strong defiance and surprise from both young women had his blood burning, but turned him on.
“Bonsoir Mameselles,” his French accent sounded lame. He’d thought he could have been more suave with a British accent than the attempt he made. Anger over Giselle clouded his rational thinking. His libido fizzled, but not the bloodlust. Pull yourself together dude.
The first one whose hair tangled in his hand tried to cry out, but no words escaped. A mental mind command touched each woman, demanding acquiescence and not to struggle against his hold. They were to identify the pain as pleasure when his embrace tightened, lowering his mouth to the exposed neck of the petite brunette.
Ramsey pressed forward, off-balancing the taller woman, forcing her to grab his arm. He pulled his fangs from the tender flesh of the petite female, easing her to the ground. Turning his attention to the other one, he pulled her closer. He loved his women blonde, and this one resembled Giselle. Bloody fuck! Adrenaline flowed through his veins from the warm blood he just consumed. The high set his senses on overload and made his cock hard again. His cool lips pressed a kiss on the plump lips of the mesmerized look-alike blonde, sampling, parting them. With a quick thrust of his tongue, he plunged inside her mouth with the force of a predatory animal, not gentle lover.
The only desire throbbing in the silence of the night beat from the two women’s hearts, and his. Bloodlust consumed him, wrong as it may be, he couldn’t resist the pull. He jerked free from the blonde’s lips and she stumbled back. He caught her in a tight embrace and scraped fangs along the length of her neck, the scent of her pulsing red elixir consumed him down to the bone. Drinking deeply, Ramsey forced himself to stop as the woman's blood flow slowed. Withdrawing his sharp fangs and a sound like a groan escaped him as he lowered the blonde to lean against the other woman.
Standing back from the scene, he slid his tongue over his lower, engorged lip and felt a trickle of blood then wiped it away. With one more mind touch command, he left the two, unconscious, slumped leaning into each other. After he’d leave, they would wake not knowing what happened other than they had drunk too much and passed out on the street. No pain or recollection of what he really did to them remained imprinted on their brains. Turning for the townhouse, he disappeared into the shadows of the night feeling sated, but not satisfied with what he had just done.
Clouds skittered over the slivered moon and the wind shifted, carrying the spicy perfume from the abandoned women in the air. The new warmth he experienced from the infusion of fresh blood deferred the cold breeze brushing across his face. With eyes and ears alert, he scanned the area to make sure no one witnessed his evening snack. Wanting to avoid a potential discovery, he slinked faster into the darkness dodging streetlights. A dog howled around the corner from the row of townhouses as he approached the entrance. The vampire newly arrived in Paris glanced over his shoulder as he twisted the knob and entered. No one followed. Good.
Heat drowned him in some strange, like a welcoming lover, fondling as only she could. An aura encircled him as he stood paralyzed in the salon. The feeling sent shivers down his spine. He shook it off. The same as earlier. Must be a signature residue from Silene’s presence.
Yet what he inhaled was something overwhelmingly seductive, an earthy sweetness, powerful and feminine, and God help him, he wanted it. What drew him out into the night was his desire for Giselle and taking the blonde on the street fulfilled that lust. Except, he needed more than the kiss and blood he stole. The kiss was sweet, like Giselle’s. At the time, domination of the female raged in his veins, to press his hard body closer to her, to push his building hardness between her legs, to feel her legs wrapped around his waist because he missed Giselle. Their sex and blood exchange and…
Bloody bollocks! The deep voice of his moral subconscious startled him out of his reverie. He had to get to the bottom of the deceit by Giselle. Regardless of the time of morning and the possibility the client could be asleep; he rustled through the dossier and found the phone number for Étienne du Bassin.