On Tuesday, my book, When Darkness Falls, was released at Venus Press. I'm very excited since all the feedback I've gotten so far has been fabulous. This is a new area for me...vampire paranormal...and I wasn't certain I could really pull it off. Apparantly I did. (I designed the cover myself.)BLURB:
Nina Nicholas’ mouth has been watering for her hunky cop neighbor, Darq Dillion, since the moment she laid eyes on him. But all her attempts to win his attention have failed. In fact, she doesn’t even know he has an interest in her until she receives a creepy letter and has to turn to him for real help.
Darq Dillion has a secret, one that doesn’t allow him many chances at relationships. The sexy librarian that lives next door in his apartment building makes it difficult to remember that. Things heat up after he’s forced to try to protect her from a stalker that manages to slip around even his acute senses, forcing him to reveal his secret and leave his heart vulnerable.
EXCERPT (ADULT):
Every time he was near Nina, he could feel her hot energy pressing out towards him. It set him on fire. Her aura was easier to read than most. Red, hot, and pulsating. And even without her ploys, he felt her energy get warmer when she looked at him.
As he walked naked into the bathroom, he wondered what scheme she would plan next. Turning on the shower, he imagined her sitting again on the sofa, her robe open around her, waiting for him to join her. He’d known what she’d been waiting for. It had taken all the strength he had, not to give in and to remain standing, afraid if he’d sat down next to her, all would have been lost.
As steam began to drift over the glass door, he slipped into the shower and stepped into the heat of the spray. He ran his hands over his face, attempting to wash away the arousal that had filled his veins. What man wouldn’t want a woman who would go to such extremes to catch his attention?
He turned and leaned a hand against the stall as the water pounded rhythmically onto his back. The image of that damnable outfit burned into his brain. He couldn’t push it aside. God, she’d looked inviting. His hand slid down to his hardened cock. He’d wanted to rip it off of her the moment she turned around and faced him.
Closing his eyes, his fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock and then ran up the length to its head. Down again. When she’d leaned closer, he’d smelled her natural scent buried beneath the soft scented perfume she’d dabbed at her throat. That scent had pleaded for him to bury his face into her flesh, to taste her.
The rhythm of his hand on his cock quickened as he recalled the softness of her breast against his arm. It had been her nipple, pushing past the lace constraint and the material of his shirt that he’d noticed most.
And when he’d stepped into her bedroom, she’d left several of her unmentionables scattered about. He was certain it had been purposely done and had felt like a pervert when he’d dared to hold one of the silken garments in his fingers. Her eyes had been pleading, hopeful, desperate when she’d offered him the drink.
Agonizing tension knotted in the pit of him as his breath deepened. He worked his hand over his cock, desperate to find release to the need in his body. He turned, leaning his shoulders against the cool tiles of the shower wall, growling low as the warmth that rained on to him only heightened his arousal.
He groaned against the pain that ripped through him, but his hips moved against his hand, and he was unable to slow himself. Tilting his head back, he opened his mouth, allowing his canines room to extend. He fisted his free hand against the raw hunger that tore through him in pinpoints of hot pain.
His skin sensitized so he could feel each droplet of water bounce off the crown of his cock as it slipped in and out his fingers. The steam filled his lungs heavily as he dragged a breath through his nose. His senses became more acute and even over the pounding water, he could hear her moving about her apartment, returning to bed. Would she sleep in what she’d been wearing?
Her bed groaned softly beneath her weight. The covers rustled as she pushed them away from her. A drawer opened and a moment later a soft hum penetrated the walls. His hand stilled momentarily, his entire body rigid. The humming sound muffled, then grew louder. Muffled again. Good lord, he thought with realization. She had a vibrator.
A low growl crawled up from his throat but she hadn’t the senses he did. She wouldn’t hear him. He couldn’t count the nights he listened, waiting for her to pleasure herself. That pleasure often filled his hunger and kept him nourished without the taste of blood.
He never invaded her apartment. He could do it easily by reaching out and stimulating her with his mind. He could devour her sexual energy before it ever left her body. But that would go against everything he stood for as a cop. So, instead, he waited until that energy filled her apartment and eased into her, grateful for the little that soothed his hunger.
Now, his hand resumed its path up and down his cock, this time at a slower pace. He imagined her sprawled across her bed, dipping that battery-operated device in and out of her. A soft moan found his ears and his fingers tightened.
He could hear her breath, pushing her full lips apart. He felt like tearing through the walls between them and leaping atop her. His balls tightened when she moaned again and he echoed the sound with his own voice.
“Come, Nina,” he gritted between his clenched teeth. But she wasn’t rushing to reach her peak. He could tell by the rhythm of the humming. Was she thinking of him? If she was, she had it wrong. He would bury himself deep and fuck the living hell out of her. There would be no lazy in and out. There would be no soft moaning or gentle panting. He would ride her until she screamed.
His body shook with need. He wanted her energy. He wanted to feel its warmth sliding through his veins. His chest pumped in and out as his ragged breath grew deeper. As usual, he felt the first wisps of heat from her penetrate the walls between them and he drew it to him. How many times had he sipped of her sexual pleasure? Too many to count. She sustained him, kept him from feeding on blood. But at what cost? He already felt a bond with her that could be dangerous to both of them.
As her little moans became desperate whimpers, he pushed his doubts from his mind and he allowed his hand to quicken again. He thrust his hips forward, imagining her thrashing beneath him. Blood pumped through his body in a wild rhythm. She would arch into him when he clamped his mouth onto her nipple and drove her into the eye of her pleasure.
Her energy became hot, indicating she was close to climax. It pulsated and Darq drew it into him, groaning at the hunger it fed. He shook as he continued to work his cock.
He could hear her voice tremble as she reached her peak behind the wall and Darq could almost feel her wet cunt gripping him, milking him of everything he had to give, while he milked her of her passion. He jerked forward, finding his own release from torment. Several moments later, he released his cock and rolled his head back against the shower wall, dragging deep breaths into his chest. At the soft click of her lamp, Darq reached up and turned off the water.
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