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Excerpt from Blood Guilt
** adult excerpt**
She
let out a cry of rage. At least she hoped it was rage. She could no
longer tell the difference between anger and lust. Her whole body
seethed so that it took all her effort just to lie still under him
and listen to her own ragged, panting breath. At least he hadn’t
yet killed her. Although he’d implied he liked to play with his
food.
She
wanted to squeeze her eyes shut at that thought, but to do so would
give the impression of weakness, and that she refused to do. So she
ignored the wild desire coursing through her, forced her throbbing
body to lie still while she met his stare with defiance.
“You
already saved my existence with your blood,” he murmured. “You
won’t end it now.” A frown twitched between his dark brows.
“Because then you’d never know…”
“Know
what?” she said with as much aggression as she could muster when
his long, sensitive fingers were trailing down her throat, tracing
the veins with something approaching wonder. His eyes devoured her,
feeding the helpless fever.
“What
it would be like with me.”
For
the space of a heartbeat, she couldn’t move. Then, unable to bear
the humiliation of the truth he’d perceived, she lashed out,
jerking and writhing under him, beating his shoulder and head with
her free hand while trying to yank her captured one free. In the end,
she simply lost the freedom of both, which he easily held on either
side of her head while he slowly, deliberately moved his body against
hers, watching her face as he brushed against her peaked, aching
nipples, and dragged the ridge of his erection between her thighs and
up to her pubic bone.
“You
bastard,” she whispered. “You total, utter bastard.”
“I’ll
make it good for you,” he promised.
“I
don’t want it to be good! I don’t want it at all!”
For
the first time in ages, it seemed, his eyelids drooped, and when they
lifted again, he was, astoundingly, already freeing her hands. She’d
won.
And
still she wouldn’t know. She’d never bloody know.
With
a cry, she threw herself forward, flinging her arms around his neck
to hold him. Then she latched her open mouth to his.
This
time, she had, she really had, taken him by surprise. His lips were
cool, still, almost rigid for all of a second. Then his arms came up,
closing around her, and his mouth opened and bore down.
She
fell back under the force of it, although his arms cushioned her
fall, and his hand under her head both protected her and held her
still for the ravishing of his mouth. She’d never felt or even
imagined such hunger in a man’s kiss. His cool tongue delved,
tangling with hers, drawing it into his mouth so that she felt his
sharp, murderous fangs, and even that drove her desire on. She sucked
on his teeth, licked them, as greedy as he; she bit at his lips and
writhed under him, for now that she’d begun it, she wanted it all,
and she wanted it now.
He’d
already pushed her jacket off her shoulders. His hands circled her
throat, caressing the length of it, and separated as they glided on
over her shoulders to her breasts. Even through her sweater, he must
have felt the hardened peaks of her nipples under his palms. Without
breaking the stunning kiss, he pushed under her sweater, shoving it
up to her chin and taking her bra with it so that he could hold her
naked breasts.
She
moaned into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his hips, rubbing her
damp, aching loins against his rigid erection.
He
released her mouth. “Hunter, you kiss like a demon,” he whispered
and pulled sweater and bra up over her arms and head to throw them
aside before falling once more upon her mouth.
This
kiss was more sensual than desperate, and it finished more quickly,
though only so he could transfer his attention to her breasts. For an
instant, he simply devoured them with his eyes; then he lowered his
mouth to the right one and took the nipple between his lips. He
rolled it a little, then began to suck, and her womb clenched with
need and pleasure. His hands were on her hips, stroking her jeans
while she burrowed under his tank to feel his cool, smooth skin. His
whole body undulated to the caress of her fingers, and it was the
sexiest, most exciting thing she’d ever known.
One
of his hands pushed between their straining bodies to get at the
fastening of her jeans, and she thought she would come just at the
feel of his knuckles so close to the center of her need.
He
might have been six hundred years old, but modern fastenings gave him
no trouble. Returning to her mouth, he kissed her while he shoved
both jeans and panties over her hips, raised one of her knees and
pulled the jeans and underwear completely off that leg. Then he left
off kissing her, reared up, and tore at the buttons of his own jeans
with clear intent. His dark hair fell forward over his forehead,
shadowing his face. His eyes blazed silver.
This
is going too fast. I’m mad, I’m insane, and I can’t stop. I
won’t stop…
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The first of a new vampire romance series, a sequel to the Awakened by Blood trilogy.
Mihaela, a fearless vampire hunter secretly haunted by loneliness and childhood tragedy, finds it difficult to adjust to the new world order where vampires are not always the bad guys. She's taking a much needed vacation in Scotland when she sees a little boy being chased through the streets of Edinburgh. Rescuing him brings bigger problems - two vampires from her past: Gavril, who killed her family; and the reclusive and troubled Maximilian, gifted Renaissance artist and one-time overlord of the most powerful undead community in the world. Maximilian once saved her life and now needs that favor returned.
The earth moves for Mihaela in more ways than one. From Scotland to Budapest and Malta, she races against time to prevent a disastrous, vampire-induced earthquake and save an innocent yet powerful child – all while fighting a dreadful attraction to Maximilian, her only ally, whom she can’t afford to trust. For Maximilian, the hunter becomes a symbol of renewed existence, as he struggles to accept his past and rediscovers his appetite for blood and sex - and maybe even happiness.
Mihaela, a fearless vampire hunter secretly haunted by loneliness and childhood tragedy, finds it difficult to adjust to the new world order where vampires are not always the bad guys. She's taking a much needed vacation in Scotland when she sees a little boy being chased through the streets of Edinburgh. Rescuing him brings bigger problems - two vampires from her past: Gavril, who killed her family; and the reclusive and troubled Maximilian, gifted Renaissance artist and one-time overlord of the most powerful undead community in the world. Maximilian once saved her life and now needs that favor returned.
The earth moves for Mihaela in more ways than one. From Scotland to Budapest and Malta, she races against time to prevent a disastrous, vampire-induced earthquake and save an innocent yet powerful child – all while fighting a dreadful attraction to Maximilian, her only ally, whom she can’t afford to trust. For Maximilian, the hunter becomes a symbol of renewed existence, as he struggles to accept his past and rediscovers his appetite for blood and sex - and maybe even happiness.
Ebook available at the following places
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Author
Bio:
Marie
Treanor lives in Scotland with her eccentric husband and three
much-too-smart children. Having grown bored with city life, she
resides these days in a picturesque village by the sea where she is
lucky enough to enjoy herself avoiding housework and writing sensual
stories of paranormal romance and fantasy.
Marie
Treanor has published more than twenty ebooks with small presses,
(Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press and The Wild
Rose Press), including a former Kindle bestseller, Killing
Joe. Blood
on Silk: an Awakened by Blood novel,
was her New York debut with NAL.
Website: www.MarieTreanor.com
Blog:
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Hi Tishia!
ReplyDeleteThank you for featuring BLOOD GUILT and me at Paranormal Opinion - much appreciated :).
All the best!
Marie