Sunday, January 8, 2012

Sunday's Sneak Peeks

Happy SUNDAY Everyone!!! WhoooHooo!!
I so enjoy making Sunday sound like a holiday. It may be lingering side effects from holiday overload or maybe it's all part of my plan for world dominance where I'll lure you in by promising new reasons to celebrate or just chill. 
Speaking of celebrating and/or chilling, SUNDAY just seems like the perfect time to do it. 
This Sunday, and perhaps even more Sunday's to come, I've decided to share snips, snippets, bits & pieces, sneak peeks, morsels, and yummy tidbits of my books with you!! Call it whatever you like... I'm just gonna serve it up and hope you dig right in!!
Today, I want to share a little excerpt from my latest full length novel, Midnight Beckoning! (currently #64 on the B&N's Fictionwise list for Paranormal romance)
I sure hope you like it!!

Ford Lenox, a natural born damphyr, waited three hundred years for the phenomenon of his birth to be repeated. Many had been conceived. Many had even been born. But only a few made it to their twenty-first birthday. And none shared the same requirements as he, to assume their rightful place at his side and become his queen.
Until now.
Lauren Neil was born three hundred years to the day after Ford’s birth, and it was no coincidence that he found her only days before her twenty-first birthday. Little did she know that the damphyr lurking beneath her human surface was about to be unleashed, prominently placing her on the throne to rule over damphyr and vampire alike.
Lauren’s demonic sire slash father, Drago, an incubus, straight from the pits of hell, has other plans.
Can Ford fulfill the prophecy and save Lauren and their kind? Or will a new species be created to rule the world?
Even a match made in heaven, may have to go through hell to survive!


“You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know, but I am.” Lauren strolled across the bedroom and eased up onto the bed.
“No, really. You can’t be here. Navina will kill me.” Ford grasped her upper arm, holding her at bay.
“We’ve done this before and nothing happened,” she cooed as she crawled toward him.
“But this time is different. Drago knows how to reach you now. It’s too dangerous.”
A tickle skittered across Lauren’s stomach as Ford’s finger slightly dipped beneath the strap of her gown and touched her bare skin. She snapped a glance down to where his flesh met hers.
When she looked back at Ford, his gaze was fixed on her shoulder as well. “See? You remember what I feel like, don’t you?”
He wound the strap around his fingers and a frustrated grumble reverberated from his chest. “I know what a dream feels like. I want to know what you feel like in the flesh and this isn’t it.” His harsh tone scraped against her bones.
“There isn’t a difference. Here we don’t have to wait for some silly ol’ birthday.” She pushed her body past his protesting hand and hovered over him.
Ford, lying on his back, gazed up at her.
Lauren looked down her body to the outline of her breasts and abdomen peeking through the thin white fabric. She didn’t have to look back to know that Ford had noticed, too.
Her breathing increasing to a near pant, she grabbed him by his t-shirt, drawing him to her. “Kiss me.”
“Kiss you? I want to do more than kiss you, foolish girl,” he hissed.
“Then do it.”
Ford tangled her hair in his hand and rose up to meet her lips.
Fire exploded on her tongue as he plunged his deep into her mouth.
Without argument, he flipped her over and settled on top of her, clumsily finding his way under her clothing.
Lauren hungrily tore at his shirt until she was able to bring it up over his head. She pushed him back to gaze upon his rippling chest and abdomen. Biting her bottom lip, pleased with his athletic physique, she grinned devilishly. “See?”
“I see you’re going to be a handful.” He returned his mouth to hers.
Sliding his hand up her stomach, he found the supple mound of flesh she’d been waiting for him to touch.
Lauren nudged him downward, persuading him to venture under her gown. Wriggling it up her body, she removed it and tossed it onto the floor.
She watched his gaze trail down her curves.
He paused long enough to flick the hardened rosebud of her breast, nibbling and lapping at the sensitive nipple. Lauren gasped as electrified currents zapped and exploded between her legs.
Ford would make an excellent lover, and she couldn’t wait to see how skillfully he would satisfy her. They’d finally reached the point of no return.
His breathing hastened and his tongue trailed up her neck to her mouth were he resumed eager kisses.
“Make love to me, Ford,” she breathed against his parted lips.
Running her hand down the front of his jeans, she tugged at the button and zipper. Lauren unsnapped it, eased her hand inside and a playful giggle escaped her when she found what she wanted most.
With a loud wince, Ford pulled away and rose up on his outstretched arm. “Lauren, we’ve been here too long. If we stay—”
“Don’t stop this time,” she pleaded.
“I have to.”
“Why? Don’t you want me?” She grabbed his arm, trying to coax him back.
“I want you more than you’ll ever know. But, I want you to live long enough to give yourself to me in the real world, not just here.” He sat up and glanced back at her.
Lauren remained on her back with her naked body exposed. She strummed her fingers across her breast to entice him once again.
His gaze intently followed the flow of her finger against the nipple he’d suckled. She encircled it with her fingertip then plucked at it with her thumb and index finger. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck!” he growled under his breath.
“Tsk, tsk. Such language.” She giggled.
“Why do you push me?” He stood next to the bed, the muscles in his chest rigid with physical frustration.
“Why don’t you push me?” She rose up on one elbow.
Ford reached down and picked up her gown from the floor. “You already know why and tomorrow, when you’re awake, I’ll explain it again.” He pressed her gown into her hand. “Go back to your body and stay there before someone hears you talking in your sleep.”
Lauren conceded with a deep sigh. “Okay, but this isn’t over.” She dressed and turned to him before she left. “Will I remember tomorrow?”
Ford walked over and kissed her forehead. “I don’t know. It depends.”
“On what?”
“On how you really feel. Out there, you’re still human and you’re holding on to things in your human life, like that Steven guy. Here, I’m all you have.”
Rising up on her tiptoes, she kissed him softly. “I hope I do remember.”
Ford chuckled. “I hope you don’t.”
Her stomach flip-flopped. His answer vexed her. “Why would you say something like that?”
He skimmed the outline of her breast lightly with his finger through the thin fabric of her gown. “Because if you remember, you’ll know how much of an idiot I am for sending you away.”

Midnight Beckoning
available from 
eXtasy Books, Amazon & 
Fictiowise (a B&N company)