BEYOND THE BREAKING POINT by Zena Wynn
Breaking point. Everyone has one. For Dr. Cassidy Brannon it was discovering her husband, Phillip, in a compromising position with his best friend Max’s almost fiancĂ©e, Amber, while vacationing with the other couple. Angry and heartbroken, she and Max indulge in a night of drunken, vindictive sex. The next day, Cassidy returns home with one goal in mind—divorce. ...
However, nothing goes as planned. Phillip, hell bent on fixing their marriage, won’t agree to a divorce. What was only meant to be one, never to be spoken of again, night with Max is evolving into something much more complicated. Then Cassidy discovers she’s pregnant. With both Max and Phillip adamantly claiming to be the father, how much more can Cassidy take before she’s pushed beyond the breaking point?
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Chapter One
A large hand, calloused from years of playing football and basketball, glided underneath the hem of the flimsy, baby-doll nightie she wore and worked its way to her breasts. "Wake up, beautiful. It’s baby making time."
Groaning in protest, Cassidy Brannon rolled away from her husband’s touch, drew her leg up in her favorite sleeping position, and hugged her pillow closer to her. "Sleep. Vacation."
Phillip, her husband of eight years, chuckled huskily. "I see I need to be a little more persuasive."
He snuggled up so close behind her, she could feel the hard rod of his morning erection prodding the crease of her buttocks. Pushing her mass of unbound hair out of the way, he made a trail of nibbling kisses and love bites, beginning with the sensitive skin behind her ear, to her neck, and gradually worked his way down the length of her spine. As he maneuvered lower, he skimmed the palm of his hand up her thigh to the naked skin of her core. Probing fingers teased, touched, and tested her readiness to receive him.
What Cassidy wanted most was more sleep. She cracked an eye open. The milky whiteness of extremely early morning or of a rain-clouded sky peaked around the edges of the large, wooden-blind covered window. Since today’s forecast called for clear sunny skies, Cassidy had to assume the sun hadn’t completely risen.
"Roll over," he commanded, his voice low and aroused.
Reluctantly, Cassidy did as instructed, knowing this morning’s opportunity to sleep in had just gone bye-bye. "Mmm, you’re really getting into this," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kneed her legs open. Phillip lowered his heavier frame onto her lighter one, pinning her to the mattress.
As she ran her hands up and down his muscular back, she mused that he still was just as big and muscular as he had been when he played collegiate football. Not surprising since he spent hours in the gym each week working on his physique.
He gave her that smile she adored. "Darling, you know I’m always up," he nudged her sex with his penis, "for a challenge. The book said early morning was the best time for conception."
He drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply. Reaching between their bodies, he strummed her clit with his thumb. Cassidy moaned and arched into the knowledgeable hand stroking her body. Maybe morning sex wasn’t such a bad idea after all, she thought hazily as her body came alive.
"You ready for me?" he asked, a hint of strain in his voice.
Her "yes," came out on a sigh of anticipation.
He withdrew his hand and guided his penis to her opening. Flexing his powerful hips, Phillip pushed steadily until he was deeply embedded. Then they began to move in a rhythm they’d perfected through years of practice.
Phillip changed the angle of his thrust and hit a spot that caused her to jerk. "Ohh," she moaned.
"Like that?" his deep voice rumbled.
"Yes." It came out breathy.
He did it again, and again. Cassidy canted her hips to take him deeper, and allowed her nails to dig into her husband’s damp, muscular back. There was nothing like a man who took good care of himself, she mused. She loved running her hands over his muscles.
"That’s right, baby. Tighten that pussy around my cock. Make it good for me," he commanded. "Dig those nails into my back. Show me you like what I’m doing to you."
Cassidy moaned, knowing she was getting close. She could feel it in the clenching of her abdomen muscles. "Feels…so…good," she panted.
His dark-brown eyes stared into hers from inches away. "I love your pussy. It’s so hot, sweet and wet." He thrust faster, harder. "Come for me, baby. Let go. Let go now."
Cassidy dug her heels into the mattress, stiffened, and on a strangled groan, let the orgasm take her.
"That’s right, baby. Shit, you feel so good. Hold on. Hold on to me tight. I’m getting ready to let go."
She wrapped her arms around him and held on to his slick body as he pounded into her. The mattress groaned its protest at the abuse and Cassidy had a moment’s concern, wondering if their condo mates could hear and know what they were doing. Then Phillip went rigid. His hips gave a few spasmodic jerks before he slumped on her, a complete dead weight.
Cassidy gave him a few seconds to recover then poked him in the side. "Can’t breathe," she gasped.
He hefted his upper body up a few inches and shifted his weight to the side before dropping again. Cassidy lay with her husband curled around her, his head on the pillow beside her. He breathed heavily in her ear, his muscled thigh still sandwiched between hers and his now flaccid, damp cock pressed against her body.
She idly stroked his hair, loving the way his sweat-slicked, low cut felt against her hand. "They’ll be looking for us soon."
He cupped her breast and toyed with the nipple. "We’re on vacation," he reminded her. "That means no schedules. Besides, you’re supposed to lie still and give my soldiers a chance to reach their target."
She laughed. "Like your soldiers need any help."
Philip propped up on an elbow. "You never know. You’ve been off the pill for six months. I thought we’d have seen some results by now."
She cupped his strong, handsome face, allowing her thumb to play with his goatee. "Six months isn’t that long, considering. I wasn’t all that regular before I went on the pill and it took a few months for me to start ovulating after coming off. So in reality, we’ve only been trying about three months. The rest was really great practice," she told him, waggling her eyebrows.
His lips smiled but the eyes remained serious. "I just really want a family with you." He shifted his hand from her breast and laid it on her stomach. "I want to see my child, children growing here. We’ve waited long enough."
"You will," she assured him. "And thirty isn’t that old to be starting a family. Women can safely have children into their forties. We have time."
"Just to be on the safe side…" Philip slid his hand from her belly to her mound and stroked her clit. "I’d better send in the reserves."
"Go troops," she cheered as he dragged her down into another round of lovemaking.
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Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
TRENT AND TREY by Harper Jewel
TRENT AND TREY by Harper Jewel
Inked Heat Series Book 2
Running from a dark past, Cassie St. Cloud wonders if it’s even possible to escape her worst nightmares. Regardless, the fiery redhead refuses to be a victim and does just that. While secrecy is key to her survival, Cassie inadvertently finds herself squashed inside a triangle of lust, threatening to expose her darkest desires.
Sexy brothers, Trent and Trey Buchanan, own the hottest Tattoo Parlor and Ranch in town. Kings of their own castles, both are pleasantly shocked when a tiny female brings them to their knees.
A silent enemy looms in the back, waiting for the right moment to strike. When things take an unexpected turn for the worse, dark secrets and an unforgiving past force Trent, Trey, and Cassie into running for their lives....
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~Excerpt~
Taking a deep breath before she entered the shop, jingling bells greeted her when she gave the door a shove. The place looked like neat and tidy with binders on some shelves that covered a portion of one wall, a comfortable leather couch, and three leather armchairs placed around a polished oak table that looked handmade. Her courage began to falter a bit when she spotted no one about. Too timid to call out, she turned on her heels ready to leave when a deep masculine voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Can I help you, Little Filly? Please tell me you weren’t planning on leaving so soon?
Cassie had to clench her jaw to prevent it from hitting the floor when she spun back around to find a six-foot-five-inch, mouthwatering piece of yummy goodness standing in the opening to what must be the workroom or a storeroom. Ice blue eyes peered at her from underneath a white Stetson. From what she could tell, he had a blond buzz cut underneath the hat. A white leather vest barely covered a well-defined muscular chest. His left arm had a brown, black and tan snake winding around it from his wrist up to his shoulder. Through the wide gap in the front of the vest, she could just make out the head of the fanged creature covering his left pectoral, its jaws open about to swallow a red apple dangling from a branch. What looked like a snorting black bull being ridden by a cowboy dressed all in black was placed on his right pec, the bull’s back legs raised off the dusty ground finishing on his right shoulder. The hunky male’s right bicep held a tat of a western desperado with a long flowing leather duster open to show a string of extra ammunition for the long barreled rifle he held in his grip.
As he moved forward, Cassie spotted what looked like the head of a deadly looking scorpion just above the waistband of his low-slung jeans. Her vivid imagination began to paint a picture of what the rest of the venomous creature looked like and where it ended. The male’s sexy look was finished off with a pair of scuffed, tan lizard-skin boots.
Shaking her head, she brought herself out of her perusal, trying to hide her embarrassment at being caught ogling. “Yes…I mean no…” Licking her dry lips, she finally gave him an answer that sounded a bit more intelligent. “Yes, you can help me. No, I wasn’t planning on leaving. I was simply going to open and close the door again hoping the bells would bring someone round.”
“I’m glad you weren’t planning on leaving, and I’ll be glad to help you.” Extending his hand in greeting, his palm engulfed her smaller one as he gave it a firm shake. “Trent Buchanan. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, how can I assist you?”
“Cassie St. Cloud.” When his hand swallowed hers, a slight zing ran up her arm, making her shiver as all sorts of jumbled emotions ran through her mind—instant attraction, nervousness at his overpowering size, and awe for the ink work that she could see. “I’d like to get a tattoo. My friend, Marcy Belamy, recommended your shop.”
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Inked Heat Series Book 2
Running from a dark past, Cassie St. Cloud wonders if it’s even possible to escape her worst nightmares. Regardless, the fiery redhead refuses to be a victim and does just that. While secrecy is key to her survival, Cassie inadvertently finds herself squashed inside a triangle of lust, threatening to expose her darkest desires.Sexy brothers, Trent and Trey Buchanan, own the hottest Tattoo Parlor and Ranch in town. Kings of their own castles, both are pleasantly shocked when a tiny female brings them to their knees.
A silent enemy looms in the back, waiting for the right moment to strike. When things take an unexpected turn for the worse, dark secrets and an unforgiving past force Trent, Trey, and Cassie into running for their lives....
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~Excerpt~
Taking a deep breath before she entered the shop, jingling bells greeted her when she gave the door a shove. The place looked like neat and tidy with binders on some shelves that covered a portion of one wall, a comfortable leather couch, and three leather armchairs placed around a polished oak table that looked handmade. Her courage began to falter a bit when she spotted no one about. Too timid to call out, she turned on her heels ready to leave when a deep masculine voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Can I help you, Little Filly? Please tell me you weren’t planning on leaving so soon?
Cassie had to clench her jaw to prevent it from hitting the floor when she spun back around to find a six-foot-five-inch, mouthwatering piece of yummy goodness standing in the opening to what must be the workroom or a storeroom. Ice blue eyes peered at her from underneath a white Stetson. From what she could tell, he had a blond buzz cut underneath the hat. A white leather vest barely covered a well-defined muscular chest. His left arm had a brown, black and tan snake winding around it from his wrist up to his shoulder. Through the wide gap in the front of the vest, she could just make out the head of the fanged creature covering his left pectoral, its jaws open about to swallow a red apple dangling from a branch. What looked like a snorting black bull being ridden by a cowboy dressed all in black was placed on his right pec, the bull’s back legs raised off the dusty ground finishing on his right shoulder. The hunky male’s right bicep held a tat of a western desperado with a long flowing leather duster open to show a string of extra ammunition for the long barreled rifle he held in his grip.
As he moved forward, Cassie spotted what looked like the head of a deadly looking scorpion just above the waistband of his low-slung jeans. Her vivid imagination began to paint a picture of what the rest of the venomous creature looked like and where it ended. The male’s sexy look was finished off with a pair of scuffed, tan lizard-skin boots.
Shaking her head, she brought herself out of her perusal, trying to hide her embarrassment at being caught ogling. “Yes…I mean no…” Licking her dry lips, she finally gave him an answer that sounded a bit more intelligent. “Yes, you can help me. No, I wasn’t planning on leaving. I was simply going to open and close the door again hoping the bells would bring someone round.”
“I’m glad you weren’t planning on leaving, and I’ll be glad to help you.” Extending his hand in greeting, his palm engulfed her smaller one as he gave it a firm shake. “Trent Buchanan. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, how can I assist you?”
“Cassie St. Cloud.” When his hand swallowed hers, a slight zing ran up her arm, making her shiver as all sorts of jumbled emotions ran through her mind—instant attraction, nervousness at his overpowering size, and awe for the ink work that she could see. “I’d like to get a tattoo. My friend, Marcy Belamy, recommended your shop.”
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013
ROWENA AND THE DARK LORD by Melodie Campbell
ROWENA AND THE DARK LORD by Melodie Campbell
Land's End Series Book Two
Dark magic…dark passions…
When Rowena is abducted from Arizona and taken back to medieval Land’s End, one thing is clear: she must learn to control her powers of magic. It isn't easy being a modern girl in an archaic land, and when Rowena accidentally conjures up a Roman Legion in mid-battle, Land's End is on the brink of a war that could jeopardize everything and everyone she loves.
The stakes are raised when the Dark Lord reappears and traps Rowena in a cyclone of lust and passion. Once again she is torn between the man she loves and the mage who fires her desire.
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Land's End Series Book Two
Dark magic…dark passions…When Rowena is abducted from Arizona and taken back to medieval Land’s End, one thing is clear: she must learn to control her powers of magic. It isn't easy being a modern girl in an archaic land, and when Rowena accidentally conjures up a Roman Legion in mid-battle, Land's End is on the brink of a war that could jeopardize everything and everyone she loves.
The stakes are raised when the Dark Lord reappears and traps Rowena in a cyclone of lust and passion. Once again she is torn between the man she loves and the mage who fires her desire.
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Is that a
broadsword on your belt, or are you just glad to see me?
“Hot and hilarious!”
“A fantastical tour de force”
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Excerpt from
ROWENA AND THE DARK LORD, book 2 in the Land’s End fantasy series:
I rose to my
feet and turned to the east as the spell book instructed.
“What is she
doing?”
Lars’s
voice. What was he doing here?
I chanted
the words from the book in my hand, silently, beneath my breath. Then I chanted
them once more, louder and with confidence. My voice became richer, louder,
resonating in my ears.
Whoosh. The ground
trembled. The air in front of us seemed to swirl, clouding my view of the field
ahead. A grey mist rose from the ground, thick with dust or soot, obliterating
all vision.
I stood rock still, hardly able to breathe.
The mist swirled. I heard men
yelling—coarse shouts over the ring of steel on steel, then an eerie silence.
It put chills up my spine. Lars muttered something at my side. Gareth stood
stock still. Loki moved up against me. We waited.
Men’s voices again, echoing like
souls lost in a fog. The mist lifted in one swift movement to disappear into
nothingness. In its place, were at least a hundred men.
Bugger. I messed up.
“Houston, we have a problem,” I
said out loud. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I must have pronounced one of
the spell words wrong.
“Who is Houston?” Lars said.
“Romans!” Gareth hissed. He drew
his sword.
“Romans?” I stared at the
battle-scarred men before us. They looked exhausted. They also looked bloody,
dirty and rather short. Not to mention confused.
How the heck could they be
Romans?
Someone yelled “Form Square!”
in—yup—that was Latin.
“What the hell?” I stared. The
men came to life moving with purpose into a square. Within seconds we were
facing a shield wall bristling with spears.
Gareth and Lars already had their
swords drawn. They tried to move in front of me but I spread my arms to hold
them back.
“Sheath your weapons,” I
commanded.
They hesitated, eyeing the wall
of men and knives.
“For crissake,” I insisted, “what
do you expect to do against that, besides get us all killed?”
With reluctance the swords slid
back into their scabbards.
The man on the horse wore a
breastplate the sort of armor that you only saw in museums back home. Or
movies. I was reminded of Cleopatra starring Elizabeth Taylor. Richard Burton
playing the part of Marc Antony.
Hoo boy.
The man on horseback stared at
me. No stirrups on his saddle. A helmet that was in history books. Definitely
Roman. I stared back at him.
Romans? In this time? What the
poop had I done?
“It’s a freaking temporal rift!”
My laugh was strident. “Where the hell is Spock when you need him?”
Melodie
Campbell achieved a personal best this year when Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich. She has over 200 publications, including 100
comedy credits, 40 short stories, and 4 novels. She has won 6 awards for
fiction.
ROWENA
AND THE DARK LORD, book 2
in the Land’s End series, is NOW AVAILABLE at the special introductory price of
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And the one that started it
all: ROWENA THROUGH THE WALL, book 1
in the Land’s End series
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
THE VAMPIRE SHRINK by Lynda Hilburn
THE VAMPIRE SHRINK by Lydna Hilburn
Book 1, Kismet Knight, Ph.D., Vampire Psychologist Series
Denver Psychologist Kismet Knight, Ph.D., doesn’t believe in the paranormal. She especially doesn’t believe in vampires. So what happens when she finds herself neck-deep in the vampire underworld?
Kismet is smart, witty and attractive. She’s respected in her field, successful and prosperous. She’s followed all the rules – done everything right. So, what’s the problem? Her life is empty. There’s no passion. No vitality. No excitement.
That is, until a new client introduces Kismet to the vampire underworld, and a drop-dead gorgeous, 800-year-old vampire named Devereux. Kismet isn’t buying the vampire story, but can’t explain why she has such odd reactions and feelings whenever Devereux is near. Kismet is soon forced to open her mind to other possibilities when she is visited in her office by two angry bloodsuckers, who would like nothing better than to challenge Devereux by hurting Kismet.
As Kismet gets pulled deeper and deeper into the vampire subculture, she struggles to hold onto her professional ideas about what is and isn’t “real.” The more she finds herself attracted to the charismatic, handsome Devereux, the more out of control her life becomes.
When one of her clients shows up in her office almost completely drained of blood, Kismet finds herself immersed in an ongoing murder investigation. Kismet is questioned by irreverent, handsome FBI profiler Alan Stevens, who warns her that vampires are very real. And one is a murderer. A murder who is after her.
In the midst of all this, Kismet realizes she has feelings for both the vampire and the profiler, but even though she cares for each of the men, facing the reality that vampires exist – along with all the other supernatural insanity she discovers – is enough of a challenge. For now.
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THE VAMPIRE SHRINK - EXCERPT #4
A Really Bad Night . . .
It was perhaps lucky that I didn’t know right away that I’d woken up in a coffin. The first thing I noticed was a putrid smell, a unique stench consisting of backed-up sewer, rotted meat, blood, mold, mildew, and death. The smell was so horribly potent that it caused me to become aware of the second thing: it was very dark. The reason the smell triggered me to notice the darkness was because as soon as I got a good whiff of it, my stomach heaved. I tried to sit up, or roll over, because I didn’t want to throw up on myself, and I was certain that barf was in my immediate future.
My attempt to sit up caused me to bang my head against an unexpected barrier, which led me to discover there was a ceiling directly above my body. I began to push against it and quickly deduced it was an immovable object, or at least a very heavy one.
Then I panicked.
The feeling of my hands pushing against the resisting material immediately triggered a cellular memory of the aforementioned movie and I started to scream, which shifted my attention away from throwing up. This proved to be very helpful: fear is a powerful motivator. Like the mothers who lift multi-ton vehicles off their children, imagining myself locked in a box for my ride up the Entry Ramp to Eternity allowed me to become Hulk-like in my strength, and to force open what turned out to be the bulky lid of an old coffin.
I sat up, still screaming, the sound reverberating off the walls of the small, decrepit building I’d awakened in. A building that smelled extraordinarily bad.
Raising the lid on the coffin allowed me to see the sunlight filtering in through the broken front door. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but it was obviously daytime. A chunk of my life was missing. I valiantly tried to reconstruct the chain of events that had brought me to this moment, and failed.
I stopped screaming – mostly because it hurt my throat – and let my eyes adjust to the dim light. Being able to see where I was made things worse. Instead of only suspecting I was up shit creek, I now had verification.
The building was an old, run-down mausoleum. Low spots in the cement floor were filled with stagnant, rancid water mixed with blood from several dead bodies. Even in the limited light, it was clear that no one in any state of aliveness could be the color of the remains scattered around that room. The place looked like a human slaughterhouse. Back in a corner were bones and pieces of rotting clothing, which gave evidence to the likelihood that whatever was going on here had been going on for a very long time.
Needless to say, I had to get out.
I assumed that whoever had killed all those people was probably coming back to get me. I didn’t have time to think about why I was still alive, why the murderer had left me in the coffin instead of adding me to the collection on the floor. It occurred to me I was probably in shock, which explained the strange fuzzy feeling in my head.
Since the lid of the coffin had only swung back on its hinges and was still standing straight up on one side, I couldn’t brace myself by holding on to both edges to lift up. Grabbing the available edge, I put my other hand down alongside my legs and felt it sink into clumps of dirt or sand. As I pulled my knees underneath me, I heard a soft clattering sound as something knocked against the inside of the coffin. I reached my hand out to find what had made the noise and closed my fingers around a long stick-like thing. I brought it up into the light and found myself in possession of a human bone. I had been lying on top of whoever had been buried in that coffin.
Holy shit!
My stomach lurched again and I rose to my feet as if pulled by ropes. Looking down, I could clearly see the remains of the original resident. With shaking hands I brushed off as much of the desiccated decomposed material as I could from the rear of my pants and apologized silently to the person I had scattered into the air.
The coffin I was now standing in was situated on a pedestal about three feet off the floor. The area close around it was filled with dead bodies and pools of bloody water. I would have to jump, which under the best of circumstances called on grace I hadn’t cultivated, and to jump while wearing four-inch heels would guarantee a painful outcome. But if my choice was to wait in the coffin for the psychopath to return or take my chances with a sprained ankle, I’d choose the sprain anytime.
Since I was far from adept in physical situations, it took me a moment to work out that I could sit on the open edge of the coffin, swing my legs out, and scoot down, then find a small space for the ball of my foot on one of the few dry spaces on the floor and ease myself away from the pedestal.
Kismet the nerd who flunked gym class in ninth grade.
That’s what I did, all the while listening for any sound that would alert me to the return of the monster who’d brought me there.
I walked on tiptoes through the carnage to the door, unable to avoid wading through puddles of slimy, bloody water, and finally reached the stairs leading up to the light. My stomach had been clenched so tightly I’d barely breathed since I left the coffin. I climbed up the stone steps and shoved the door. It swung open on rusty hinges, making that sound always present in horror movies. Then I stepped out into the sunshine and found myself in the middle of an old graveyard.
I heard sounds of traffic nearby and moved in that direction. I kept glancing behind me to see if it had been a trap, if someone – or something – was going to spring out at me from behind one of the huge gravestones and haul me back into the pit of hell, but I was alone.
Doubtless I must have been quite a sight as I walked out of the ornate cast-iron gates of the graveyard and crossed the parking lot of McDonald’s.
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Book 1, Kismet Knight, Ph.D., Vampire Psychologist Series
Denver Psychologist Kismet Knight, Ph.D., doesn’t believe in the paranormal. She especially doesn’t believe in vampires. So what happens when she finds herself neck-deep in the vampire underworld?Kismet is smart, witty and attractive. She’s respected in her field, successful and prosperous. She’s followed all the rules – done everything right. So, what’s the problem? Her life is empty. There’s no passion. No vitality. No excitement.
That is, until a new client introduces Kismet to the vampire underworld, and a drop-dead gorgeous, 800-year-old vampire named Devereux. Kismet isn’t buying the vampire story, but can’t explain why she has such odd reactions and feelings whenever Devereux is near. Kismet is soon forced to open her mind to other possibilities when she is visited in her office by two angry bloodsuckers, who would like nothing better than to challenge Devereux by hurting Kismet.
As Kismet gets pulled deeper and deeper into the vampire subculture, she struggles to hold onto her professional ideas about what is and isn’t “real.” The more she finds herself attracted to the charismatic, handsome Devereux, the more out of control her life becomes.
When one of her clients shows up in her office almost completely drained of blood, Kismet finds herself immersed in an ongoing murder investigation. Kismet is questioned by irreverent, handsome FBI profiler Alan Stevens, who warns her that vampires are very real. And one is a murderer. A murder who is after her.
In the midst of all this, Kismet realizes she has feelings for both the vampire and the profiler, but even though she cares for each of the men, facing the reality that vampires exist – along with all the other supernatural insanity she discovers – is enough of a challenge. For now.
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THE VAMPIRE SHRINK - EXCERPT #4
A Really Bad Night . . .
It was perhaps lucky that I didn’t know right away that I’d woken up in a coffin. The first thing I noticed was a putrid smell, a unique stench consisting of backed-up sewer, rotted meat, blood, mold, mildew, and death. The smell was so horribly potent that it caused me to become aware of the second thing: it was very dark. The reason the smell triggered me to notice the darkness was because as soon as I got a good whiff of it, my stomach heaved. I tried to sit up, or roll over, because I didn’t want to throw up on myself, and I was certain that barf was in my immediate future.
My attempt to sit up caused me to bang my head against an unexpected barrier, which led me to discover there was a ceiling directly above my body. I began to push against it and quickly deduced it was an immovable object, or at least a very heavy one.
Then I panicked.
The feeling of my hands pushing against the resisting material immediately triggered a cellular memory of the aforementioned movie and I started to scream, which shifted my attention away from throwing up. This proved to be very helpful: fear is a powerful motivator. Like the mothers who lift multi-ton vehicles off their children, imagining myself locked in a box for my ride up the Entry Ramp to Eternity allowed me to become Hulk-like in my strength, and to force open what turned out to be the bulky lid of an old coffin.
I sat up, still screaming, the sound reverberating off the walls of the small, decrepit building I’d awakened in. A building that smelled extraordinarily bad.
Raising the lid on the coffin allowed me to see the sunlight filtering in through the broken front door. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but it was obviously daytime. A chunk of my life was missing. I valiantly tried to reconstruct the chain of events that had brought me to this moment, and failed.
I stopped screaming – mostly because it hurt my throat – and let my eyes adjust to the dim light. Being able to see where I was made things worse. Instead of only suspecting I was up shit creek, I now had verification.
The building was an old, run-down mausoleum. Low spots in the cement floor were filled with stagnant, rancid water mixed with blood from several dead bodies. Even in the limited light, it was clear that no one in any state of aliveness could be the color of the remains scattered around that room. The place looked like a human slaughterhouse. Back in a corner were bones and pieces of rotting clothing, which gave evidence to the likelihood that whatever was going on here had been going on for a very long time.
Needless to say, I had to get out.
I assumed that whoever had killed all those people was probably coming back to get me. I didn’t have time to think about why I was still alive, why the murderer had left me in the coffin instead of adding me to the collection on the floor. It occurred to me I was probably in shock, which explained the strange fuzzy feeling in my head.
Since the lid of the coffin had only swung back on its hinges and was still standing straight up on one side, I couldn’t brace myself by holding on to both edges to lift up. Grabbing the available edge, I put my other hand down alongside my legs and felt it sink into clumps of dirt or sand. As I pulled my knees underneath me, I heard a soft clattering sound as something knocked against the inside of the coffin. I reached my hand out to find what had made the noise and closed my fingers around a long stick-like thing. I brought it up into the light and found myself in possession of a human bone. I had been lying on top of whoever had been buried in that coffin.
Holy shit!
My stomach lurched again and I rose to my feet as if pulled by ropes. Looking down, I could clearly see the remains of the original resident. With shaking hands I brushed off as much of the desiccated decomposed material as I could from the rear of my pants and apologized silently to the person I had scattered into the air.
The coffin I was now standing in was situated on a pedestal about three feet off the floor. The area close around it was filled with dead bodies and pools of bloody water. I would have to jump, which under the best of circumstances called on grace I hadn’t cultivated, and to jump while wearing four-inch heels would guarantee a painful outcome. But if my choice was to wait in the coffin for the psychopath to return or take my chances with a sprained ankle, I’d choose the sprain anytime.
Since I was far from adept in physical situations, it took me a moment to work out that I could sit on the open edge of the coffin, swing my legs out, and scoot down, then find a small space for the ball of my foot on one of the few dry spaces on the floor and ease myself away from the pedestal.
Kismet the nerd who flunked gym class in ninth grade.
That’s what I did, all the while listening for any sound that would alert me to the return of the monster who’d brought me there.
I walked on tiptoes through the carnage to the door, unable to avoid wading through puddles of slimy, bloody water, and finally reached the stairs leading up to the light. My stomach had been clenched so tightly I’d barely breathed since I left the coffin. I climbed up the stone steps and shoved the door. It swung open on rusty hinges, making that sound always present in horror movies. Then I stepped out into the sunshine and found myself in the middle of an old graveyard.
I heard sounds of traffic nearby and moved in that direction. I kept glancing behind me to see if it had been a trap, if someone – or something – was going to spring out at me from behind one of the huge gravestones and haul me back into the pit of hell, but I was alone.
Doubtless I must have been quite a sight as I walked out of the ornate cast-iron gates of the graveyard and crossed the parking lot of McDonald’s.
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Lynda Hilburn,
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The Vampire Shrink,
Vampire Hero
Saturday, November 19, 2011
SEDUCED BY A WOLF by Zena Wynn
SEDUCED BY A WOLF by Zena Wynn
Von Washington has a secret. She never stopped being pen pals with her fiancé Derrick's former army buddy, Sean, and now he's come to town to visit.
Master Sergeant Sean Jacobson has secrets. He's been in love with his former army buddy's girl, Von, for years and believes she feels the same. After this last disastrous mission, he's ready to do something about it. Then there's the other thing that happened...
But some secrets are deadlier than others.
Minister Derrick Wilkins also has a secret, and his might get one of them killed.
Passion, love, betrayal... Have you been Seduced?
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EXCERPT:
Von fumbled with the door and set her laundry basket down in the entryway, pulling her ringing cell phone out of her pocket, catching it on the last ring. “Hey!”
“You sound out of breath. What were you doing?”
“Laundry. You caught me with my hands full.” She pushed her basket clear of the doorway and shut the door. Then, with the phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, she toted her clothes to the couch and set the basket on the coffee table.
“Guess who I spoke with last night?” Derrick asked excitedly.
“Who?” Only half listening, she reached into the basket and grabbed a pair of lace panties to fold.
“Cougar.”
“Who?”
“Sean Jacobson,” he said impatiently, like she should know immediately who he was talking about.
The panties slipped from her fingers onto the floor and she clutched the phone to her ear. “Your army buddy, Sean?”
“Yes. He’s in town, at Fort Stewart. He called last night.”
Stunned, she stared blankly at the wall in front of her. “That’s…wonderful. How did he sound?”
“He sounded like the same old Sean. Said he was taking me up on my invitation to come and visit. We’re meeting tonight at Chili’s and I’d like you to be there.”
“Sure. I’d love to meet him in person.” That was the understatement of a century.
“I’ll be by to pick you up at five-thirty. Wear something pretty. I want him to see I wasn’t exaggerating when I told him how beautiful you are.”
Despite her spinning thoughts, Von managed a slight smile at the sincere compliment she’d just been given. “Thank you.”
“I’ve got to get back to work. See you tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Von snapped her phone shut and brought it to her lips.
Sean’s alive and in town? Why hadn’t he contacted her, returned any of her letters or emails? She didn’t have any answers. Maybe tonight she’d get some, but that presented another problem. Von had never told Derrick that she’d continued to keep in contact with Sean after his discharge. It wasn’t like it was a big secret or they’d done anything immoral, but by keeping quiet and for so long, Derrick was sure to take it the wrong way if he found out now.
Tonight was going to be interesting in more than one way.
Suddenly joy welled up inside. He’s alive! She’d begun to believe he’d gotten himself killed on some fool mission. Blinking away tears of happiness, she slid open her phone and typed out a message on the keypad: Call me! The hunk’s in town.
Marketta worked for the electric company, processing payments. Von knew not to call her direct office line because she wouldn’t be able to talk. But her cousin could talk on her lunch break, only an hour away. However, less than five minutes later, her phone rang.
“He’s here?” Marketta squealed excitedly as soon as she answered.
“Yessss!” Von felt like pumping her fist in the air.
“Does Derrick know?”
Confusion calming her somewhat, she answered, “Of course. How do you think I found out? Derrick called to say he wanted me to go with him tonight to Chili’s. That’s where they’re meeting up.”
“Wait. Now I’m lost. Sean is here to see you, isn’t he?”
Both Von’s eyebrows shot up. “No! Derrick’s been inviting Sean to come visit forever. He must have finally decided to take him up on it.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Suddenly agitated, Von rose from the couch and crossed over to the window. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Girl, Derrick’s been out of the service, how long? In all that time, your boy Sean has never come to visit until one day, he goes MIA and drops off radar for months. When he suddenly resurfaces, he pops up for a visit. You know what I think? I think something went down that spooked your boy and made him realize who’s important in his life, and that’s why he’s here. He may have contacted Derrick, but it’s you he’s here to see.”
Troubled and unable to pinpoint why, Von began to pace. “Marketta, Sean and I are friends—pen pals really—just like he and Derrick are friends. But unlike Derrick, Sean and I have never discussed meeting in person. I’m not saying you’re wrong, but maybe whatever happened—supposing something did—made him realize how important his friendship with Derrick is. Derrick saved his life once, you know. That’s not something a person forgets.”
“Hmph, knowing Derrick he hasn’t let Sean forget it,” she murmured.
“Derrick’s not like that,” Von snapped.
“All right, all right. No need to get hostile. You know best. I gotta get back to work.”
“Okay.”
“Make sure you call and tell me how the evening went.”
“I will.”
Dismissing her cousin’s words as nonsense, Von finished her laundry, all the while wondering, What am I wearing tonight?
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Von Washington has a secret. She never stopped being pen pals with her fiancé Derrick's former army buddy, Sean, and now he's come to town to visit.
Master Sergeant Sean Jacobson has secrets. He's been in love with his former army buddy's girl, Von, for years and believes she feels the same. After this last disastrous mission, he's ready to do something about it. Then there's the other thing that happened...
But some secrets are deadlier than others.
Minister Derrick Wilkins also has a secret, and his might get one of them killed.
Passion, love, betrayal... Have you been Seduced?
BUY THE eBOOK *** READ THE EXCERPT
EXCERPT:
Von fumbled with the door and set her laundry basket down in the entryway, pulling her ringing cell phone out of her pocket, catching it on the last ring. “Hey!”
“You sound out of breath. What were you doing?”
“Laundry. You caught me with my hands full.” She pushed her basket clear of the doorway and shut the door. Then, with the phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, she toted her clothes to the couch and set the basket on the coffee table.
“Guess who I spoke with last night?” Derrick asked excitedly.
“Who?” Only half listening, she reached into the basket and grabbed a pair of lace panties to fold.
“Cougar.”
“Who?”
“Sean Jacobson,” he said impatiently, like she should know immediately who he was talking about.
The panties slipped from her fingers onto the floor and she clutched the phone to her ear. “Your army buddy, Sean?”
“Yes. He’s in town, at Fort Stewart. He called last night.”
Stunned, she stared blankly at the wall in front of her. “That’s…wonderful. How did he sound?”
“He sounded like the same old Sean. Said he was taking me up on my invitation to come and visit. We’re meeting tonight at Chili’s and I’d like you to be there.”
“Sure. I’d love to meet him in person.” That was the understatement of a century.
“I’ll be by to pick you up at five-thirty. Wear something pretty. I want him to see I wasn’t exaggerating when I told him how beautiful you are.”
Despite her spinning thoughts, Von managed a slight smile at the sincere compliment she’d just been given. “Thank you.”
“I’ve got to get back to work. See you tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Von snapped her phone shut and brought it to her lips.
Sean’s alive and in town? Why hadn’t he contacted her, returned any of her letters or emails? She didn’t have any answers. Maybe tonight she’d get some, but that presented another problem. Von had never told Derrick that she’d continued to keep in contact with Sean after his discharge. It wasn’t like it was a big secret or they’d done anything immoral, but by keeping quiet and for so long, Derrick was sure to take it the wrong way if he found out now.
Tonight was going to be interesting in more than one way.
Suddenly joy welled up inside. He’s alive! She’d begun to believe he’d gotten himself killed on some fool mission. Blinking away tears of happiness, she slid open her phone and typed out a message on the keypad: Call me! The hunk’s in town.
Marketta worked for the electric company, processing payments. Von knew not to call her direct office line because she wouldn’t be able to talk. But her cousin could talk on her lunch break, only an hour away. However, less than five minutes later, her phone rang.
“He’s here?” Marketta squealed excitedly as soon as she answered.
“Yessss!” Von felt like pumping her fist in the air.
“Does Derrick know?”
Confusion calming her somewhat, she answered, “Of course. How do you think I found out? Derrick called to say he wanted me to go with him tonight to Chili’s. That’s where they’re meeting up.”
“Wait. Now I’m lost. Sean is here to see you, isn’t he?”
Both Von’s eyebrows shot up. “No! Derrick’s been inviting Sean to come visit forever. He must have finally decided to take him up on it.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Suddenly agitated, Von rose from the couch and crossed over to the window. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Girl, Derrick’s been out of the service, how long? In all that time, your boy Sean has never come to visit until one day, he goes MIA and drops off radar for months. When he suddenly resurfaces, he pops up for a visit. You know what I think? I think something went down that spooked your boy and made him realize who’s important in his life, and that’s why he’s here. He may have contacted Derrick, but it’s you he’s here to see.”
Troubled and unable to pinpoint why, Von began to pace. “Marketta, Sean and I are friends—pen pals really—just like he and Derrick are friends. But unlike Derrick, Sean and I have never discussed meeting in person. I’m not saying you’re wrong, but maybe whatever happened—supposing something did—made him realize how important his friendship with Derrick is. Derrick saved his life once, you know. That’s not something a person forgets.”
“Hmph, knowing Derrick he hasn’t let Sean forget it,” she murmured.
“Derrick’s not like that,” Von snapped.
“All right, all right. No need to get hostile. You know best. I gotta get back to work.”
“Okay.”
“Make sure you call and tell me how the evening went.”
“I will.”
Dismissing her cousin’s words as nonsense, Von finished her laundry, all the while wondering, What am I wearing tonight?
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Labels:
Army Buddy,
Army Hero,
Love Triangle,
Minister Hero,
Pen Pals,
Phaze Books,
Seduced by a Wolf,
Shape Shifter Romance,
Zena Wynn
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