A vampire’s kiss – #ParanormalRomance #Vampires #UrbanFantasy #MFRWHooks

One of the nice things about publishing a novel is that you have many more options for passages to share with readers.

For today’s MFRW Book Hooks hop, I’m treating you yet another exclusive excerpt from my new paranormal erotic romance Fangs, Fur and the Single Girl – the first time my human heroine kisses her vampire lover.

Enjoy!

Blurb

A tragically attractive vampire, a hunky wolf-man and a skeptical but susceptible career gal. What could possibly go wrong?

The city is full of fanatics who believe vampires are real. Bianca knows that’s a fantasy. Then a blond, blue-eyed blood drinker walks into her office and turns her universe upside down. Trying to escape from the vampire’s seductive influence, she collides with a wolf shifter whose mere presence inspires irresistible lust. How can Bianca resolve her feelings for her two mutually hostile lovers?

The Hook

Banca knew she should be frightened. She should get out his presence before she made a final, irreversible mistake. The risk, the pure reality of it, only made her want him more. He was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her lips, on her throat, on the rise and fall of her breasts as her breath quickened.

She glanced around the bar, filling up now that it was after five. Donnie’s was not known as a “blood” bar, but still, she noticed half a dozen men wearing capes and pale make up, plus two or three women in slinky black dresses and wigs. It was pathetic, the way they all craved a fleeting taste of inhuman power, a brush with immortality. And here she sat, thigh to thigh with the genuine article.

“I don’t fully understand it,” Jim said, obviously catching her thoughts once again. “Why would they want to be me? Power’s nice, but overall, I live a pretty lonely and miserable existence.”

“Maybe—maybe I can make you a little less lonely.” What was she saying? Was she insane? “For a little while.”

Ignoring the alarm bells clamoring in her brain, Bianca cradled his cheek for an instant, then pulled his mouth to hers. His lips were soft as any flesh, warm and muscular as they met and molded to her own. She tasted the wine he had been drinking, with background flavors of iron and salt. His tongue, too, felt human, jousting against hers, exploring, questioning.

Her rigid nipples pressed rudely through the stretchy fabric of her top, pleading for his attention. Of course he knew what she wanted. Without breaking the kiss, he cupped both breasts, tracing symmetrical circles around the tips. Her pussy clenched. Her thighs opened involuntarily. She rocked back and forth on the bench, rubbing her pubis against the hard wood.

“Please,” she moaned against his open mouth, then was silent, realizing that she did not have to say anything. He knew, even before she did, how much she wanted to be taken.

Instead of giving it to her, though, he broke the kiss. He drew away from her, toward the opposite end of the bench.

“What…? Jim? Don’t you want—?”

“Too much, Bianca. Much too much to be safe. I should go.” He wrapped his trim body in his beige wool coat and draped a cheerful green plaid scarf around his neck, looking younger and more vulnerable than ever. He shook his head. “This was another of my mistakes.”

“No! Don’t leave! I won’t touch you again, I promise.”

“You won’t be able to keep that promise.” His voice was bitter as quinine.

“What about the job?” Was she panicked by the thought of losing him, or the business opportunity? Bianca honestly wasn’t sure. “I can make you famous. Rich.”

“You think I care about that?” His laugh chilled her.

“Think about it, Jim. For the first time, you’d be appreciated for who you really are.”

“Don’t you mean what I am, Ms. Sorenson?” He sighed. “Anyway, you know I couldn’t be myself. I’d be faking, as much as any of your models. Deep down, your readers all know vampires don’t exist.”

“You could show them a hint of the truth…” Bianca threw twenty dollars on the table and grabbed her cloak. She was determined not to lose him.

“They couldn’t handle the truth, Bianca.” His cool fingers feathered across her cheek. His half smile brimmed with regret. “Not everyone’s as hard-headed and clear-sighted as you.”

He sighed and shook his head once more. “Goodbye. Thanks for the drink. Thanks for listening.”

Turning his back to her, he headed for the door. She seized a handful of wool to hold him back, aware she was already breaking her vow. “Wait! Look, Jim! I am hard-headed. Tough as nails. I want you for my magazine. I won’t take no for an answer.”

He glanced over his shoulder, something dark churning in his eyes. “Let me go. Please.”

“Only if you agree to come to the Vamp offices tomorrow. Ten a.m.. I’ll have the photographers ready.”

“You’re too susceptible—” But as she relaxed her grip on his coat, he turned to face her.

She rejoiced at the partial victory. “You said I’m hard-headed. I’ll be so hard-headed you won’t believe it, boy.”

He flashed her a weak grin. “I’m too susceptible. Especially now that I’ve tasted you. Whenever you’re close—”

“I’ll keep my distance. All business. Hey, I won’t even attend the shoot, if you’d rather.”

“You’ll find it hard to stay away.”

“I’ll force myself.” She answered his grin with one of her own. “Come on. Say yes.”

“Maybe. Now I really do have to leave. I’m always hungrier at night.”

For a moment the college boy morphed into the unearthly creature from his portfolio. A queasy thrill shot through her. She recalled the magnetic pull of his lips against her pulse and the almost irresistible urge to surrender. The bar whirled around her as she relived that dizzying ecstasy.

By the time she recovered, he was gone.

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NIck is back! One Way Out (Nick Seven Book 9) by Tim Smith -- #Romance #Suspense #NewRelease

Blurb

Blackmail, kidnapping, stalking, death threats…some days, you just can’t win!

Lauren Scott is a wealthy widow with a lot of embarrassing secrets. Her late husband, a convicted stock swindler, died under mysterious circumstances, just as he was about to name names in Federal court. His legacy supposedly includes a list of VIPs who attended sex parties on a private Caribbean island, among other things. Now Lauren has become the target of too many people who think she holds the secrets he once kept, and they just might kill her for them.

She calls on her friends, former CIA spies Nick Seven and Felicia Hagens, for help. Despite initial misgivings, they agree to assist her. But their laidback Florida Keys life is quickly disrupted by those in hot pursuit, including a zealous podcaster who is making Lauren’s private life public, a Treasury agent, victims of her late husband’s Ponzi scheme, and a Southern governor who has his eye on the White House.

Looks like there might be trouble brewing in paradise.

Review Snippets

“He’s as cool as a Pina Colada on a Key West beach, he’s the kind of guy your mother wouldn’t let you play with, and he’s every bad guy’s worst nightmare. Nick Seven is back in “One Way Out,” another fast-paced romantic adventure from award-winning, bestselling author Tim Smith.” –T. M. Savage, Impact Weekly

“This is a sexy, stylish thriller with a savvy, no-nonsense hero.” – L.A. Johnson, Midwest Book Review

“Nick Seven is our man for the 21st century. Nick hangs out in Key Largo and you will, too, when you join Nick and Felicia in their latest adventure. Three cheers for Seven!” – Don Wright, syndicated columnist.

Excerpt

The scent of patchouli from a burning candle permeated Nick and Felicia’s bedroom, accompanied by smooth piano jazz from the stereo. The room was dark, and the window was open to let in fresh night air along with the sound of waves gently hitting the seawall in the channel. Nick lay on his back with one arm behind his head on the pillow, his eyes closed, enjoying the peacefulness. Felicia curled up next to him, her naked body close to his while gently running her fingers over his bare chest. He relaxed under her gentle touch.

“This is nice,” Nick muttered.

“Very relaxing,” she softly concurred.

“You always like to burn scented candles when we’re trying to unwind,” he observed. “How do you decide which scent?”

“If we’re really tense, I’ll burn somethin’ like this or ocean breeze. If it’s to freshen a stuffy room, it might be apple cinnamon. Around Christmas time, I’ll burn evergreen or pine.”

“Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“How do you decide which music to play?”

“Depends on what we’re doing. If I’m working on something or we’re just hanging around the house, it’s Miles Davis, Count Basie, or Buddy Rich. If we’re having a romantic evening, I like piano music like this. Or maybe Sinatra, Dean Martin, or Nat Cole.”

“Yeah, you always seem to match the music with the mood.”

“Thank you. I try not to play Louis Prima when we’re feeling intimate.”

Felicia laughed. “Yeah, all that jump, jive, and wail stuff would be distractin’.”

Nick rolled over and placed his palm on Felicia’s cheek. They stared into each other’s eyes while moving closer until their lips met. Nick gently kissed her. She returned his passion, massaging his lips with hers. Their tongues dueled in a sensuous erotic dance as their kissing became more intense and passionate. Nick’s hand strayed to Felicia’s firm breast and cupped it, gently massaging her nipple until it was as hard as a gumdrop.

Felicia exhaled a deep contented breath. “Wow.”

He kissed her. “You’re the most passionate lover.”

“I always knew you’d be a good lover. Even before we sealed the deal the first time.”

“How did you know that?”

“Because you’re a good kisser. Where you have one, you have the other.”

Nick reached up and brushed back a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. “You mean after we kissed the first time, even though I didn’t make a move, you knew what kind of lover I’d be?”

“Mm-hmm. Surprised?”

“Astonished. You must tell me your secret someday.”

She kissed him. “Some things are better left unspoken.”

About the Author

Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author of romantic mystery/thrillers and contemporary erotic romance. His novels featuring former CIA agent Nick Seven have garnered several awards and international critical praise. He is also a freelance writer, blogger, editor and photographer. When he isn’t pursuing those interests, he can be found in the Florida Keys, doing research in between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Mojito.

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Channeling Raymond Chandler – #Crime #Mystery #Historical @JanuaryBain

Blurb

A gripping tale of identity, crime, and survival…

Claire Preston, a script reader for a Hollywood movie studio, has recently lost her mother. Discovering she was adopted as a baby, she goes on a perilous quest for her true identity.

Assisted by her mentor, the seasoned private investigator, Jake Sterling, Claire delves deeper into her past, only to unearth a labyrinth of secrets more daunting than she ever envisioned. Soon, she finds herself in the crosshairs of a ruthless serial killer—an ex-Nazi fugitive evading justice for decades.

As Claire confronts her heritage, grapples with danger, and races against time to evade the clutches of a deadly predator, she finds herself wondering: Is uncovering the truth in a city of lies even possible?

Experience the chilling twists and turns of a tale where identity, mystery, and survival converge in the heart of 1968 Los Angeles.

Excerpt: Still Waters Run Deep

I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be.

~Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

Hollywood, October 1968

“Nice family.” The young woman who had introduced herself as Claire Preston crossed her shapely legs and nodded at the prominently displayed photo on his desk.

“I like to think so,” Jake Sterling said, his tone noncommittal. His new client was a looker while he was Mr. Average, average height, average looks, only things not average were his dogged search for the truth and his ability to take a hit, bullet or otherwise. But for once he wished he hadn’t bothered to set out the picture of a smiling woman and her two-point-three kids.

“I hope you’re better at being a private eye than you are at finding out that your wife cheats on you, with any man willing to shell out a dollar ninety-five at the five and dime.” She raised a sardonic eyebrow before shifting her weight to her other hip. And very trim hips they were. But apparently her brain was even sharper. He had bought the photograph from Woolworths for exactly a buck ninety-five.

“The truth will set you free, John 8:32,” Bishop squawked twice, adding a little sidestep on the wooden dowel for emphasis, preening with self-importance. His shimmery green feathers caught the shafts of light drifting through the venetian blinds, adding an unholy glow.

“Optimistic, isn’t he?” His possible new client took out a pack of Salems and nudged one out from its snug location with long slender fingers, the tips varnished to a high-gloss red. It made him want to slip into a matching convertible, turn up the music on the rebel song, “I Fought the Law” by the Bobby Fuller Four, and hand the redhead a mickey of lemon gin.

He couldn’t hold back the chuckle this time, though it escaped sounding more like a strangled snort. She had him dead to rights. He picked up his lighter, leaned forward in tandem with her, and lit the tip of her cigarette. She laid cool fingers against his hand to keep the light steady.

“Bishop has an uncanny way of pointing out my shortcoming. Just like my father intended, no doubt.”

“Rather conflicts with the motto on your business card. Nothing but the truth.” She inhaled, filling admirable lungs, and blew out such a perfect concentric smoke ring he had to stop himself from applauding.

He picked up the offending item from the scarred top of the old mahogany desktop he was proud to be sitting behind. His father had spent thirty years slaving over it selling insurance, week in and week out. He slipped the eight by ten photo in the top drawer, face down. “Clients like a family man. Care for a drink, Miss Preston?”

She shrugged shapely pale shoulders but didn’t turn him down. “Claire, please. It’s five p.m. somewhere, if that matters. Who’s the parrot named after?”

He reached into his bottom drawer and drew out the mickey of Jim Beam and two tumblers. Filled both with three fingers worth, half emptying the bottle, then handed one across the desk. Their fingers brushed again as she took it from him. “From a quote. It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.”

“Good thing I’m a redhead. Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely. You as big a fan as your father?”

“It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.”

About the Author

January Bain firmly believes that stories unite us, that good stories help us to discover the commonality of the human experience by supporting values, empathy and understanding. January writes with her heart, mind, and soul, hoping that her novels will touch your life, giving you moments of freedom as you fly with her to other worlds.

The award-winning author has had the pleasure of select novels being turned into games, while her work is also available in different languages.

January and her husband live in rural Canada on peaceful acreage where a variety of wildlife comes to visit regularly and expects to be fed and paid attention to.

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Is an alien the only one she can trust? #ShapeShifter #Alien #CopRomance @AlexanderLyndi

Blurb

A rash of mutated bodies discovered on planet Andaan reveals that someone is killing women in an attempt to turn them into reptiles. Taskforce agent Kylie Sanderson’s passion for her job drives her to discover why this is happening, who's behind the murders, and how to prevent more grotesque deaths.

Shapeshifting alien Griff comes to Andaan to stop his brethren from their deadly experiments. As one of the Okonnan lizard people, he struggles to gain Kylie's trust and to prove that his goal is the same as hers. In her eyes, Griff is an untested enemy.

When Kylie is abducted and subjected to the transformation process, the only one who tries to rescue her is Griff. On the run together with no support, can Kylie and Griff solve the mysteries of her past? How will Kylie deal with a very different passion competing with the one she holds for the job that means so much to her?

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Book Trailer 

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Excerpt

After Kylie’s third drink, she found herself able to shut out the memories of the photos and the dumpsters, at least temporarily. She let the music seep deep into her, sitting in a pleasant haze. Background noise filtered in, the conversations making her feel she wasn’t alone. Cops knew how to treat other cops, especially on the worst days.

As she took another shot, she noticed a man at a table near the door stared at her, dissecting her in a way that felt not like he was undressing her, but more like he looked past her skin, into her psyche, or perhaps her soul. Kylie stared back, putting a forbidding expression on her face. Usually, that was enough to scare off a would-be masher. But it didn’t seem to faze this one.

The man’s persistence triggered a defensive response, and she lost interest in the alcohol. She left twelve plat coins on the counter, enough to cover her tab and something for Lin, and then headed for the door.

As she approached the man’s table, he stood up. “Please join me,” he said.

“No, thanks, I’m on my way out.”

“Please,” he said firmly. She stopped to look at him. That glance froze her steps. His eyes were the exact yellow tone of the dead woman’s. Exact.

She surveyed the room, but no one seemed to be paying attention. One gesture from her would have garnered assistance, but those eyes compelled her to wait. “Why should I?”

His voice softened. “I have information that could be of use to you.”

“Then perhaps you should come to the Cendiary. That’s where SIRT’s camped while this investigation is going on.” Her mind clicked along frantically trying to reject the half bottle of alcohol she’d consumed. There was something about this man, something about him. His eyes, but more than that. Taller than most men, and broad-shouldered. Hair, perfectly combed, his skin, without a blemish. Not even the hint of an old scar. Clothing, unremarkable. Hands, not quite perfectly proportioned, his fingers a little long, the nails even but lengthy for a man.

“No. I need to talk to you now.” His gaze continued to dance with hers describing a tango rather than something more casual..

She blinked and looked away. “This isn’t a good time, friend.”

He cocked his head, a, thin eyebrow raised. “You consider me your friend?”

His hesitation made her miss a beat, too. She hadn’t meant…’Friend’ was just a name to call someone she didn’t know, of course. “No, I don’t consider you my friend.” She frowned. “You can come to the Cendiary in the morning.” She turned to go, found her wrist caught in an iron grip.

When she looked over her shoulder, tugging on her captured hand, he held no apology in his eyes, no welcoming smile on his lips. He nodded to the empty chair beside his. “I need to talk with you, Investigator Kylie Sanderson. Please hear what I have to say. Before any more females are damaged or killed.”

About the Author

Lyndi Alexander always dreamed of faraway worlds and interesting alien contacts. She lives as a post-modern hippie in Asheville, North Carolina, a single mother of her last child of seven, a daughter on the autism spectrum, finding that every day feels a lot like first contact with a new species.

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A werewolf’s history – #Shifter #PNR #MFRWHooks

For today’s Book Hooks blog hop, I’m sharing another exclusive excerpt from my recently released paranormal erotic romance Fangs, Fur and the Single Girl. In this bit, we learn more about the history of the lone wolf shifter Zack Kane.

Enjoy!

Blurb

A tragically attractive vampire, a hunky wolf-man and a skeptical but susceptible career gal. What could possibly go wrong?

Bianca Sorenson understands obsession. Her phenomenally successful Vamp magazine feeds the popular fascination with the undead. The city is full of fanatics who want to believe vampires are real. Bianca knows that’s a fantasy. Then a blond, blue-eyed blood drinker walks into her office looking for a model’s job and turns her universe upside down. Jim Bush hasn’t been a vampire for long, but his terrible history and seductive hunger undermine Bianca’s single-minded ambition and her cherished self-control.

Trying to escape from Jim’s disturbing influence, she collides with a shaggy giant of a man whose mere presence inspires irresistible lust. When Zack Kane reveals that he’s a wolf shifter and claims Bianca as his mate, she finds herself on the horns of a supernatural dilemma. How can she resolve her feelings for her two mutually hostile lovers while defusing a city-wide conflict between the vampire clique and the werewolf pack?

Fans of Twilight: get ready for a wilder ride than you ever imagined!

The Hook

They found a quiet coffee shop around the corner. Bianca ordered a bagel with cream cheese and a double espresso. Zack had biscotti and a glass of milk. At six p.m., the place was mostly empty. They sat at a little corner table, their knees touching. If she focused, Bianca could make herself experience that minimal contact as comforting rather than arousing.

“So—tell me about your childhood, Zack. Where did you grow up? How did you get into the pet business?”

“Why are you asking me questions?” Zack scowled. “I thought you were going to tell me about the silver-haired stranger!”

“It’s relevant to my story. Believe me. Please.”

“Oh, alright.” He took a sip of his milk, then leaned back in his chair. “According to the records, my mother abandoned me on the doorstep of an orphanage in Queens. I grew up surrounded by other children nobody wanted.”

He paused. Bianca nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“It wasn’t such a terrible life. We had decent food and clothing, and went to school with the other kids in the neighborhood. But I always knew I was different. Everyone else felt it, too.

“Even when I was young, I was drawn to the wilderness. The city felt like a prison. I learned how to sneak out of the orphanage, take the subway over to Manhattan and wander around Central Park. Sometimes I’d stay overnight, wishing I could live there instead of being surrounded by walls of brick and stone.”

The server from behind the counter came by with a broom. Zack waited until the skinny young man had retreated before he resumed.

“I was twelve, just entering puberty, when I changed for the first time.”

“Oh, Zack!”

“Fortunately it happened when I was on one of my midnight visits. The moon was full. I raced around the deserted park, delirious with happiness. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere.

“When I shifted back to human form, I was depressed and angry. I wanted to die. I’d never had any real friends, but now the other kids started to actively avoid me. Every time I set my wolf free, it became harder to return to ‘normal’ life. Finally, I ran away for good. I hitched a ride to the Shawangunks and disappeared into the forest to live as the beast I knew I was.”

“Could you—can you control the change?”

“To some extent. The full moon always triggers a shift, but now, if I concentrate, I can make it happen at other times. And strong emotion will sometimes cause me to shift involuntarily.”

“Like you did last night?”

Zack nodded.

“So how did you end up back in the city, running a pet store?”

“When I was sixteen or seventeen, running wild in the Gunks, I stepped into a bear trap. It broke my rear leg. I couldn’t shift back—couldn’t do anything but howl and suffer. Myron found me.”

“Myron?”

“Myron Kane, former owner of the pet shop. Though he lived in the city, he loved the country. He’d go hiking and fishing in the Gunks whenever he could. He rescued me from the trap. As soon as he’d released the jaws from my leg, I shifted back to human form. He didn’t bat an eye.

“He carried me back to his campsite, set my leg, and drove me back to the city in his pickup. When I’d recovered, he gave me a job in the store. Eventually he adopted me. Myron understood who and what I was. It never bothered him. ‘More things in heaven and earth, my boy,’ he’d say with that crooked grin of his. God, I loved that man.”

Zack’s eyes were luminous with unshed tears. Bianca reached across to squeeze his hand, though she understood the limits of compassion.

“He died on one of our jaunts into the mountains. Sudden heart attack.” Zack answered her unasked question. “I carried him back, the way he’d carried me.”

“And he left you the pet store?”

Zack nodded. “He adored animals. Especially dogs. Sometimes I think about getting a place in the country, but keeping the shop alive is my way of saying thanks.”

She still held his hand in hers. He placed his other hand on top.

“Now tell me, Bianca. Who was the man you ate lunch with today? And why does the sight of him make me want to tear him limb from limb?”

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