Lust After Death (Love Bots Book 1) by Daisy Harris
Blurb
In
the Pacific Northwest, where life hurries to keep pace with
technology, a re-animated bride named Josie struggles to escape her
creator and to find her identity in the half-erased circuitry of her
mind and body.
Assassin
Bane Connor just wants to get the girl to the Zombie Underground and
receive his payoff-a mental reset that will erase his memories as
well as his guilt. But an attack by a rival faction derails his
rescue, and the wide-eyed female whose circuitry requires a husband
tears at his hardened heart and ignites desire like he's never known.
She
peered down at her wet fingers, confusion etched on her angelic face,
and then she gave her digit a tentative lick. Eyes wide with
surprise, the girl fed her finger farther into the bow of her mouth.
Ho-ly
shit! His body sprung to attention, his nerve endings strung taut as
a bow.
Feeling
like a peeping tom, Bane looked away from the window, assessing the
pebbles below his crates and a nearby bank of leaves and weeds he
could land on quietly. Then he gave a last glance through the window
and noticed her hand caressing the water’s surface.
A
fascinated smile played at her lips. Damn, she was beautiful, and not
in some fake plastic surgery and programming way. She was fresh,
shiny, new—like she held the keys to paradise.
Fuck, he
was drunk. The crates wobbled underneath him and Bane let go of the
windowsill with one hand, readying to jump. Really, he was leaving.
Her
ivory hand slid up her hospital gown and tugged at the tie. The
blue-striped, papery material sank from her shoulders to the floor,
revealing a pale, slender body that seemed to shimmer under the
bright bathroom lights.
Bane bit
his bottom lip to stop from groaning out loud. His hips bucked
forward of their own accord. The crates tilted to the side and he
grabbed at the windowsill’s metal edging to right himself. His arms
supported his weight and he trapped the top crate between his legs
and pulled the pile back under his body, desperate for one more look.
By the time he righted himself, the girl had turned her back on him
to step into the tub.
If he’d
thought the front of her was nice… Her back was long and delicate,
her ass spectacular. Goose bumps rose on her skin and he could almost
imagine the feel of them under his fingertips. The girl must have
wondered about the water's temperature, because she bent forward at
the hips to test it.
His
right hand dropped to cup the bulge in his pants. He was a douche and
a pervert. And he would jack off to this image for the rest of his
undead life. Which, now that he thought about it, would only be a few
more days.
Bio
Birkenstock-wearing
glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris
still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out
innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete
sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely
out of hand.
She
writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their
freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/thedaisyharris
Website:
www.thedaisyharris.com
Ellora’s
Cave buy link:http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9442-lust-after-death.aspx
4 comments:
Hi, Lisabet,
Thanks for having me on the blog today. I'm so glad Ellora's Cave is doing a giveaway with this book. It's on of my favorites. :)
Are there any big schlongs in this book? Just asking!
I'm going to grab this freebie.
catherinelee100 at gmail dot com
Welcome back, Daisy!
I'm glad to have you here, too!
Nice excerpt.
bn100candg(at)hotmail(dot)com
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