[Today I'm featuring a sneak peak at Mina Carter's new paranormal erotic romance, Perfect Mate. Enjoy!]
Monsters do
exist...and they’re the good guys.
Lillian Rosewood
leads an ordinary, boring life working as the manager of a
psychiatric hospital. The highlights of her day, other than her
skinny hot chocolate, are the hunky guards who work in the secure
section. Until a late night emergency is wheeled in.
Captain Jack Harper
is insane, drop-dead gorgeous...and just had his abdomen shredded.
Despite the fact they're not an emergency room, Lillian can't turn
him away and risk a death on her hands. Unable to get the handsome
soldier out of her mind, Lillian sneaks into the restricted area to
check on him. What she finds is beyond belief. Somehow Jack has
managed to heal himself from a near fatal wound in mere hours.
When one of the
doctors, Walker, attempts to rape her, things go from bad to worse.
In the blink of an eye, Jack is loose and Walker is dead... and
Lillian must accept a truth about her rescuer that will change her
world forever. What if the patients aren't insane? What if their
stories of secret government experiments and monsters are true?
Warning:
Contains blood, mayhem and nude werewolves operating heavy weaponry.
Large amounts of sarcasm, and smart-ass vampires may offend some
readers. No civilian hospital staff were harmed in the making of this
story.
More info
and buy links: http://mina-carter.com/bookshelf/paranormal-romance/perfect-mate/
Copyright
© 2012 Mina Carter
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
She couldn’t
believe she was crying. Lillian didn’t cry. Ever. She was tougher
than that. Tougher than the stereotypical little woman who fell apart
at the first sign of danger… Or the mother who couldn’t cope
after the death of her husband and hightailed it to her lover with
teary demands to “make the nightmare go away”. And conveniently
forgot the fact she’d left her baby daughter behind.
She was not that
woman, nor anything like her.
Once in the
corridor, away from the stench of death and the sight of all that
black, wrong blood, she stepped away from Jack and swiped at
her tears with the back of her hand. Despite the fact he’d just
killed a man, there was something about him that made her feel safe.
Safe with a murderer. Okay, now she knew she was losing it.
Perhaps insanity ran in her family and they’d just never told her?
“I’m sorry. I’m
not normally like this,” she apologized as she looked up and
offered a small, teary smile. Her mouth already open to explain, she
stopped.
He was gorgeous.
She’d known that.
When they’d brought him in, her mind had told her that he was sex
on a stick. But he’d been injured, a patient. Even though she was
the hospital manager, she was bound by the patient-doctor thing,
surely? The one that said “thou shalt not lust after the patients”.
Now though, without
all the blood and the ragged uniform—even in the hospital gown that
did nothing for anyone—he was so good-looking it took her breath
away. She shook her head slightly, waiting for the hidden cameras and
some cheesy reality show host to burst out of the supply cabinet in
the corridor next to them. He couldn’t be for real. Soldiers just
didn’t look that good.
With warm amber eyes
set above sharp cheekbones, his face was bisected by a strong,
straight nose over sensually full lips. A severe buzz-cut merely
highlighted his attractiveness, concentrating all attention on his
face. He should be strutting his stuff on a catwalk, not getting down
and dirty playing soldier.
Her eyes travelled
downward, and the rest of him more than fulfilled the promise of his
face. He was toned…hell no, he was ripped. Even his muscles
had muscles. Tall and broad shouldered, he was built like a
quarterback, and his life had obviously been one of violence. Old
scars dotted his skin like a mad artist had gone to town with his
body as the canvas.
“I know you’re
not. You’re strong.”
His words drew her
attention back to his face. His eyes were blue again. He smiled,
which almost robbed her of reason, but she held onto the thought for
grim death. No one’s eyes changed that fast. What the hell have
they done to him?
“Your eyes… What
the hell are you?”
The smile turned
cold, his features freezing around it and locking it into place. In
hindsight, perhaps a demand for information wasn’t the best way to
deal with this, especially after what had gone on in the room behind
them. Walker was slumped, dead, but somehow she knew Jack wouldn’t
hurt her.
He moved toward her.
Only three steps, but with those blue eyes intent upon her, it seemed
more like a stalk. With every movement he made, her instincts
screamed “predator”.
She held her ground,
tilting her head to look at him as he neared. He stopped inches away
from her, so close the heat of his body beat at her skin even through
her clothing and his gown.
“We don’t have
time for this, Lilly.”
He lifted a hand to
tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. As though he couldn’t
stop touching her, he stroked a gentle finger down her cheekbone to
the corner of her lips. It took everything she had not to turn her
head and press into the small caress, but she held true to her
purpose, her eyes on his.
“Make time.”
His lips quirked,
and everything female in her went into meltdown. He had to know the
effect he had on women, so she ignored the reaction and met him look
for look.
“Stubborn little
minx.”
She choked. “What
did you call me?”
“Minx,” he
repeated, lowering his head and brushing his lips over hers to
silence her. As a tactic, it worked. The first touch of his lips,
warm and firm over hers, was like setting light to kindling. Heat
flared and caught, racing through her body like wildfire.
She moaned, unable
to stop her lips parting automatically in invitation. No matter what
her mind was screaming about the dead guy in the next room and the
possibility the hunk stood in front of her wasn’t just human, her
body knew what it wanted, and what it intended to get.
He didn’t pass up
the invitation. Groaning, he moved closer and deepened the kiss. With
a ruthless sweep of his tongue, he parted her lips farther and slid
into the softer recesses of her mouth. She shivered, hot and cold
chills chasing over her skin as he kissed her in the darkness of the
corridor.
She’d been kissed
before and, as she’d thought anyway, she’d been kissed well. This
was something else entirely. He kissed her as if there was nothing
else in the world. As if she was his sun, his moon and stars…his
everything. He didn’t kiss her, he made love to her with his lips
and tongue.
Abruptly he broke
away, tearing his mouth from hers. With a groan of frustration, he
leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers.
“I don’t want to
let you go.” The tone in his voice pulled on her heartstrings.
“When they brought me in, there was just pain and blood…so much
blood. Darkness was coming for me, and I was ready. But an angel
called my name… I had to come back to see if she was as beautiful
as she sounded.”
His words reached
deep inside her. She already thought he was gorgeous, but to have him
spouting words that…romantic wasn’t the word. The claim he’d
come back just to see her, that hit her deep down and resonated in
her soul.
“And…?”
She almost dared not
ask the question, and when she did, her voice emerged breathy and
hopeful. Like a teen finally meeting and speaking to her film idol in
the flesh.
“Oh yes, she was
worth it.”
More info
and buy links: http://mina-carter.com/bookshelf/paranormal-romance/perfect-mate/
*****
Mina
Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the
Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to
land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire
with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.
Suffering
the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new
skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making,
Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few.
A
full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched
over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the
images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they
drive her mad. She's addicted to coffee and Nutella on toast.
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