Tempting Tuesday with Cynthia Arsuaga
Yesterday was a great start to a wonderful week. Cynthia Arsuaga is back and sharing even more goodies with us.
Sit back, get comfy and enjoy!
Happy Tuesday Everyone,Thanks to Robin again for having me here this week!Today, I'll present the Forces of Beauty Series (alsoabout vampires, but a different created world from yesterday's presentation).The two books so far are The Cougar and Her Vampire and AVampire in Paris which is due to release February 2012. Book three Ihave started, but only in infancy. The other books I mentioned yesterday havepriority. Unless, the muse takes over for Jason and Nayara! The title for thethird is Lex Aeterna . My daughter insisted I write Jason's story becauseshe fell in love with his character in The Cougar and Her Vampire .Without further ado, here's the blurbs and excerptsfrom TheCougar and Her Vampire and A Vampire in Paris. View the Book Trailer for The Cougar and Her Vampire : http://youtu.be/KuOSn2v4VaU
Recently divorced Payton Fleming vacations in Crete,looking for a quiet resort to get away from the chaos of the death of her bestfriend, serial killer, and an ex-husband. The adventure at the resort bringsmore than she expected—a young man with a story to tell. Concerned with the agedifference, Payton knows there is something else he is keeping from her.Christian MacKenzie is an entrepreneur in thehospitality and entertainment business, owner of Nocturnal Entertainment andHospitality Corporation (NEHC), luxury resorts and nightclubs around the world.He escapes to his favorite resort on Crete, and meets his vision of a Greekgoddess, a mysterious beauty, but fears she will reject him because of what heis, a vampire.After returning to Miami, and a rival from his pastthreatens their happiness, will their love survive all the obstacles along theway…and The Cougar get Her Vampire in the end? ADULT EXCERPT:He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. Shelet out a scream of hot, wet abandonment with the fourth climax, which crestedmore intensely than the first three. He let out his own deep groan as hispassion crested, and his fangs came down, his eyes blood red.Payton sucked in a deep breath at seeing him invampire form.He grimaced, pulled out and fell down beside her. Hisfangs receded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."Immediately, she sat up and scooted back on the bedaway from him. "Are you okay? You look…a little hungry?"He shook his head. "I'm fine. I…I got a little carriedaway with yer sexy, responsive body. It's so sensual. I'm sorry I scared you,love. I won't hurt you.""That's okay. I've never seen you as a vampire before,except for the night you told me. You know how to put on quite a show, mister."She decided not to let his display of his true self, the fangs and glowing,blood red eyes, bother her. He was who and what he was and couldn't change ifhe wanted too. She had to accept him because the alternative, living withouthim, would be unbearable. He actually hadn't lost control and bitten her, whichmade for a good thing. He'd shown restraint. She could trust him. Moving closer, she took in the magnificent sight ofhim. Her young man from Elounda made her quiver, and she yearned for his bodylike no other man before. Her hand glided over his strong chest and down histaut, well-defined abdomen. She stopped at the area where he had been cut bythe gang member."Did this hurt? Where that kid cut you the othernight?""Nay, not really. After three hundred years, youbecome desensitized to the pain we go through as vampires. I've been cut,sliced, hung, burned, but the worst is going without blood for too long.""It's that painful?""Like dying all over again. You're enraged and woulddo anything, and I'm ashamed to say I have. When I first turned, I didn't knowhow to hunt properly without being caught. I lived in fear and didn't manage myprey very well. I went days, sometimes weeks, without feeding properly.Deprivation of blood is an excruciating hell to live in, one I never wish torepeat. Ian didn't fare much better to our circumstances, since we were turnedat the same time. We learned to hunt together, and we survived for many yearshunting prey in tandem. That's why our on-going conflict is hard for me. Whydoing what I have to do is difficult for me.""You mean kill him? How do you kill a vampire,anyway?" Her hands continued to aimlessly wander over his body as he spoke."Aye. The most efficient way is to cut off their heador run them through the heart." Then he added with a tone of regret, "Ian usedto be my friend."She ran her fingers down a trail leading to the V offine curly raven black hair above his groin. "Now I see why you carry swordsinstead of guns."Chuckling, he said, "A clean cut is surer than puttingrandom holes in an enemy."She paused, and changing the subject, asking, "Do youbecome desensitized to the joys of pleasure over the years, as well?" Shestroked his cock the full length, and even semi-flaccid, he was thick and long.She grinned as he flexed muscles causing a twitch."Nay, the joys of pleasure, especially by you, couldnever desensitize any man." He groaned as he closed his eyes."My, God, you take my breath away." She continuedstroking him, tracing the pronounced vein pulsing on the surface. "How did ithappen?""What? This? I was born with a big cock, lass. Made toplease the women in my life." He fell back on the bed pillow. "Don't stop whatyou're doing, love."She snorted. "Oh, you think you're clever." Shesqueezed him gently. "I meant what happened to ruin your friendship.""Do not toy with a man like that if all you want to dois talk instead of indulging in carnal pleasures.""I just want to get to know more about you. Whatcarnal pleasures would you like to indulge in, Mr. MacKenzie?" She tickled himalong his inner thighs and up under his balls, and then stretched out besidehim, cradling her head on his shoulder."Love, I'll give you all night to stop torturing melike that.""As long as you give me what I want in return." Shewent back to stroking his growing erection. He may be over three hundred yearsold, but he can perform and recover like no normal twenty-seven year old I everknew."I have to admit Ian was right about one thing. Ye'r atough negotiator, Miss Fleming. Anything, anything you want is yers." He turnedto the side, propping up on his elbow."I told you what I want. Talk to me. Tell me aboutIan.""He's evil. Bad news. You need to stay away from him.End of story. Now let's get back to the carnal pleasures." He ran his fingersthrough her hair, pulling her close enough to kiss. "By the way, I haven't toldyou yet. I like yer hair this way. It definitely suits you.""Thanks, but no changing the subject. Why aren't youfriends anymore? He couldn't have been evil when you were friends, unless youwere evil too?" She hesitated with the last part of her question. Maybe evilruled him when he first transformed. He'd hinted as much earlier. He may havechanged for the better while Ian never changed."Ye'r not going to let this go are you?""No and just to let you know I'm a woman used togetting what she wants once I set my mind to it." * * * *BLURB FOR A Vampire in Paris:For over two hundred years, London-based security andprivate investigator, Ramsey Weiss has existed as the quintessential confirmedbachelor. New Years' Day he is dispatched to Paris, France, to rescue anabducted cosmetics company heiress. In the melee, he butts heads with anunexpected woman.Camille du Bassin is the head chemist at Institut deBeauté Biologique and her niece has been kidnapped. She teams up with a privatesecurity investigator with special skills hired by her brother. The twounlikely pair work together playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse not onlywith each other, but battle an evil ancient vampire determined to take Camilleas his consort. Somewhere along the journey, Camille and Ramsey are surprisedby the physical attraction that develops between them, denying the attraction.Just when the two lovers' think their love can beforever...Fate steps in to challenge the power of their love. UNEDITED ADULT EXCERT:"I'm a goddamn investigator and I didn't see throughher lies? I read her thoughts and no deceit surfaced." With a clenched jaw, theanger welled inside, churning and burning his insides. Was he more angered atthe duplicitous vixen or at his own foolishness? He had let his lustful vampireways cloud his judgment and for that he deserved reprimand.What the bloodybollocks is going on?Air, he needed air and blood. Grabbing his leatherjacket, he threw it on and charged out the front door. The frigid air burned hisflaring nostrils. Shadowed illumination of the scattered streetlights danced inghostly patterns across the path he traveled. Trails of misty breath fellbehind him; the same weather seemed to follow him from London, only in Paristhe air seemed less humid. The hour lingered late for humans, but not tocreatures such as him. Bloodlust drew him into a direction of the old ways,hunting human prey unlike the normal synthetic and blood bank supplies henormally drank for major feeding. His mind raced, realizing but ignoring, thisavenue of action would lead to danger. Something in the air drew him in.Throwing caution to the wind, he blindly traipsed into the darkness.The sliver of moon barely cast a shine down upon thenarrow streets Ramsey canvassed. The street lamps dimmed in the early morninghours casting slight illumination, yet twinkled enough from the diamond stud inhis ear to reflect off the storefront windows he passed. No humans were aboutat that hour and his body twitched and shivered from the cold. He craved bloodto sate his anger and thirst. Then, he caught scent of prey. Young, sexy andfemale. Two prime targets. The aromatic spices of a nearby restaurantintermingling with their sickening sweet perfumes wafted through the air. Thethin edge of his tense lips curved into a smile. His favorite odds—two women,one vampire. A tongue slipped out to wet the pale red flesh of his mouth.The prey drew near. Abruptly, Ramsey stopped. He heardsomething—talking and laughing. No, more like giggles. The pair conversed abouttheir time spent at a nightclub. With his exceptional hearing, he knew theycould be anywhere within a block radius. He needed to fine tune his senses, cutout all the extraneous night sounds and smells in order to home in on their voicesand smells.To his right, down the side alley, he turned and movedwith speed, listening, straining to follow the voices. Coming around the cornerof the brick building, the women emerged into view twenty yards ahead. Scanningthe immediate area for other humans, he found none. Without a moment ofhesitation, Ramsey swooped forward and possessed them, curling a hand tightlyinto the long blonde locks of one and the other hand around the waist of thebrunette. Taking what he wanted, tasting the sweetness of strong defiance andsurprise from both young women had his blood burning, but turned him on."BonsoirMameselles," his French accent sounded lame. He'd thought he could havebeen more suave with a British accent than the attempt he made. Anger over Giselleclouded his rational thinking. His libido fizzled, but not the bloodlust. Pull yourself together dude.The first one whose hair tangled in his hand tried tocry out, but no words escaped. A mental mind command touched each woman,demanding acquiescence and not to struggle against his hold. They were toidentify the pain as pleasure when his embrace tightened, lowering his mouth tothe exposed neck of the petite brunette.Ramsey pressed forward, off-balancing the tallerwoman, forcing her to grab his arm. He pulled his fangs from the tender fleshof the petite female, easing her to the ground. Turning his attention to theother one, he pulled her closer. He loved his women blonde, and this oneresembled Giselle. Bloody fuck! Adrenalineflowed through his veins from the warm blood he just consumed. The high set hissenses on overload and made his cock hard again. His cool lips pressed a kisson the plump lips of the mesmerized look-alike blonde, sampling, parting them.With a quick thrust of his tongue, he plunged inside her mouth with the forceof a predatory animal, not gentle lover.The only desire throbbing in the silence of the nightbeat from the two women's hearts, and his. Bloodlust consumed him, wrong as itmay be, he couldn't resist the pull. He jerked free from the blonde's lips andshe stumbled back. He caught her in a tight embrace and scraped fangs along thelength of her neck, the scent of her pulsing red elixir consumed him down tothe bone. Drinking deeply, Ramsey forced himself to stop as the woman's bloodflow slowed. Withdrawing his sharp fangs and a sound like a groan escaped himas he lowered the blonde to lean against the other woman.Standing back from the scene, he slid his tongue overhis lower, engorged lip and felt a trickle of blood then wiped it away. Withone more mind touch command, he left the two, unconscious, slumped leaning intoeach other. After he'd leave, they would wake not knowing what happened otherthan they had drunk too much and passed out on the street. No pain orrecollection of what he really did to them remained imprinted on their brains.Turning for the townhouse, he disappeared into the shadows of the night feelingsated, but not satisfied with what he had just done.Clouds skittered over the slivered moon and the windshifted, carrying the spicy perfume from the abandoned women in the air. Thenew warmth he experienced from the infusion of fresh blood deferred the coldbreeze brushing across his face. With eyes and ears alert, he scanned the areato make sure no one witnessed his evening snack. Wanting to avoid a potentialdiscovery, he slinked faster into the darkness dodging streetlights. A doghowled around the corner from the row of townhouses as he approached theentrance. The vampire newly arrived in Paris glanced over his shoulder as hetwisted the knob and entered. No onefollowed. Good.Heat drowned him in some strange, like a welcominglover, fondling as only she could. An aura encircled him as he stood paralyzedin the salon. The feeling sent shivers down his spine. He shook it off. The same as earlier. Must be a signatureresidue from Silene's presence.Yet what he inhaled was something overwhelminglyseductive, an earthy sweetness, powerful and feminine, and God help him, hewanted it. What drew him out into the night was his desire for Giselle andtaking the blonde on the street fulfilled that lust. Except, he needed morethan the kiss and blood he stole. The kiss was sweet, like Giselle's. At thetime, domination of the female raged in his veins, to press his hard bodycloser to her, to push his building hardness between her legs, to feel her legswrapped around his waist because he missed Giselle. Their sex and bloodexchange and…Bloody bollocks!The deep voice of his moral subconscious startled him out of his reverie. Hehad to get to the bottom of the deceit by Giselle. Regardless of the time ofmorning and the possibility the client could be asleep; he rustled through thedossier and found the phone number for Étienne du Bassin.If you wish to see more, you can find me at my website: http://cynthiaarsuaga.weebly.com or on my new blog: http://romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.com and you can find my books at www.store.secretcravingspublishing.com and at Amazon.com, Bookstrand, ARe and Barnes & Noble.
Sit back, get comfy and enjoy!
Happy Tuesday Everyone,Thanks to Robin again for having me here this week!Today, I'll present the Forces of Beauty Series (alsoabout vampires, but a different created world from yesterday's presentation).The two books so far are The Cougar and Her Vampire and AVampire in Paris which is due to release February 2012. Book three Ihave started, but only in infancy. The other books I mentioned yesterday havepriority. Unless, the muse takes over for Jason and Nayara! The title for thethird is Lex Aeterna . My daughter insisted I write Jason's story becauseshe fell in love with his character in The Cougar and Her Vampire .Without further ado, here's the blurbs and excerptsfrom TheCougar and Her Vampire and A Vampire in Paris. View the Book Trailer for The Cougar and Her Vampire : http://youtu.be/KuOSn2v4VaU
Recently divorced Payton Fleming vacations in Crete,looking for a quiet resort to get away from the chaos of the death of her bestfriend, serial killer, and an ex-husband. The adventure at the resort bringsmore than she expected—a young man with a story to tell. Concerned with the agedifference, Payton knows there is something else he is keeping from her.Christian MacKenzie is an entrepreneur in thehospitality and entertainment business, owner of Nocturnal Entertainment andHospitality Corporation (NEHC), luxury resorts and nightclubs around the world.He escapes to his favorite resort on Crete, and meets his vision of a Greekgoddess, a mysterious beauty, but fears she will reject him because of what heis, a vampire.After returning to Miami, and a rival from his pastthreatens their happiness, will their love survive all the obstacles along theway…and The Cougar get Her Vampire in the end? ADULT EXCERPT:He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. Shelet out a scream of hot, wet abandonment with the fourth climax, which crestedmore intensely than the first three. He let out his own deep groan as hispassion crested, and his fangs came down, his eyes blood red.Payton sucked in a deep breath at seeing him invampire form.He grimaced, pulled out and fell down beside her. Hisfangs receded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."Immediately, she sat up and scooted back on the bedaway from him. "Are you okay? You look…a little hungry?"He shook his head. "I'm fine. I…I got a little carriedaway with yer sexy, responsive body. It's so sensual. I'm sorry I scared you,love. I won't hurt you.""That's okay. I've never seen you as a vampire before,except for the night you told me. You know how to put on quite a show, mister."She decided not to let his display of his true self, the fangs and glowing,blood red eyes, bother her. He was who and what he was and couldn't change ifhe wanted too. She had to accept him because the alternative, living withouthim, would be unbearable. He actually hadn't lost control and bitten her, whichmade for a good thing. He'd shown restraint. She could trust him. Moving closer, she took in the magnificent sight ofhim. Her young man from Elounda made her quiver, and she yearned for his bodylike no other man before. Her hand glided over his strong chest and down histaut, well-defined abdomen. She stopped at the area where he had been cut bythe gang member."Did this hurt? Where that kid cut you the othernight?""Nay, not really. After three hundred years, youbecome desensitized to the pain we go through as vampires. I've been cut,sliced, hung, burned, but the worst is going without blood for too long.""It's that painful?""Like dying all over again. You're enraged and woulddo anything, and I'm ashamed to say I have. When I first turned, I didn't knowhow to hunt properly without being caught. I lived in fear and didn't manage myprey very well. I went days, sometimes weeks, without feeding properly.Deprivation of blood is an excruciating hell to live in, one I never wish torepeat. Ian didn't fare much better to our circumstances, since we were turnedat the same time. We learned to hunt together, and we survived for many yearshunting prey in tandem. That's why our on-going conflict is hard for me. Whydoing what I have to do is difficult for me.""You mean kill him? How do you kill a vampire,anyway?" Her hands continued to aimlessly wander over his body as he spoke."Aye. The most efficient way is to cut off their heador run them through the heart." Then he added with a tone of regret, "Ian usedto be my friend."She ran her fingers down a trail leading to the V offine curly raven black hair above his groin. "Now I see why you carry swordsinstead of guns."Chuckling, he said, "A clean cut is surer than puttingrandom holes in an enemy."She paused, and changing the subject, asking, "Do youbecome desensitized to the joys of pleasure over the years, as well?" Shestroked his cock the full length, and even semi-flaccid, he was thick and long.She grinned as he flexed muscles causing a twitch."Nay, the joys of pleasure, especially by you, couldnever desensitize any man." He groaned as he closed his eyes."My, God, you take my breath away." She continuedstroking him, tracing the pronounced vein pulsing on the surface. "How did ithappen?""What? This? I was born with a big cock, lass. Made toplease the women in my life." He fell back on the bed pillow. "Don't stop whatyou're doing, love."She snorted. "Oh, you think you're clever." Shesqueezed him gently. "I meant what happened to ruin your friendship.""Do not toy with a man like that if all you want to dois talk instead of indulging in carnal pleasures.""I just want to get to know more about you. Whatcarnal pleasures would you like to indulge in, Mr. MacKenzie?" She tickled himalong his inner thighs and up under his balls, and then stretched out besidehim, cradling her head on his shoulder."Love, I'll give you all night to stop torturing melike that.""As long as you give me what I want in return." Shewent back to stroking his growing erection. He may be over three hundred yearsold, but he can perform and recover like no normal twenty-seven year old I everknew."I have to admit Ian was right about one thing. Ye'r atough negotiator, Miss Fleming. Anything, anything you want is yers." He turnedto the side, propping up on his elbow."I told you what I want. Talk to me. Tell me aboutIan.""He's evil. Bad news. You need to stay away from him.End of story. Now let's get back to the carnal pleasures." He ran his fingersthrough her hair, pulling her close enough to kiss. "By the way, I haven't toldyou yet. I like yer hair this way. It definitely suits you.""Thanks, but no changing the subject. Why aren't youfriends anymore? He couldn't have been evil when you were friends, unless youwere evil too?" She hesitated with the last part of her question. Maybe evilruled him when he first transformed. He'd hinted as much earlier. He may havechanged for the better while Ian never changed."Ye'r not going to let this go are you?""No and just to let you know I'm a woman used togetting what she wants once I set my mind to it." * * * *BLURB FOR A Vampire in Paris:For over two hundred years, London-based security andprivate investigator, Ramsey Weiss has existed as the quintessential confirmedbachelor. New Years' Day he is dispatched to Paris, France, to rescue anabducted cosmetics company heiress. In the melee, he butts heads with anunexpected woman.Camille du Bassin is the head chemist at Institut deBeauté Biologique and her niece has been kidnapped. She teams up with a privatesecurity investigator with special skills hired by her brother. The twounlikely pair work together playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse not onlywith each other, but battle an evil ancient vampire determined to take Camilleas his consort. Somewhere along the journey, Camille and Ramsey are surprisedby the physical attraction that develops between them, denying the attraction.Just when the two lovers' think their love can beforever...Fate steps in to challenge the power of their love. UNEDITED ADULT EXCERT:"I'm a goddamn investigator and I didn't see throughher lies? I read her thoughts and no deceit surfaced." With a clenched jaw, theanger welled inside, churning and burning his insides. Was he more angered atthe duplicitous vixen or at his own foolishness? He had let his lustful vampireways cloud his judgment and for that he deserved reprimand.What the bloodybollocks is going on?Air, he needed air and blood. Grabbing his leatherjacket, he threw it on and charged out the front door. The frigid air burned hisflaring nostrils. Shadowed illumination of the scattered streetlights danced inghostly patterns across the path he traveled. Trails of misty breath fellbehind him; the same weather seemed to follow him from London, only in Paristhe air seemed less humid. The hour lingered late for humans, but not tocreatures such as him. Bloodlust drew him into a direction of the old ways,hunting human prey unlike the normal synthetic and blood bank supplies henormally drank for major feeding. His mind raced, realizing but ignoring, thisavenue of action would lead to danger. Something in the air drew him in.Throwing caution to the wind, he blindly traipsed into the darkness.The sliver of moon barely cast a shine down upon thenarrow streets Ramsey canvassed. The street lamps dimmed in the early morninghours casting slight illumination, yet twinkled enough from the diamond stud inhis ear to reflect off the storefront windows he passed. No humans were aboutat that hour and his body twitched and shivered from the cold. He craved bloodto sate his anger and thirst. Then, he caught scent of prey. Young, sexy andfemale. Two prime targets. The aromatic spices of a nearby restaurantintermingling with their sickening sweet perfumes wafted through the air. Thethin edge of his tense lips curved into a smile. His favorite odds—two women,one vampire. A tongue slipped out to wet the pale red flesh of his mouth.The prey drew near. Abruptly, Ramsey stopped. He heardsomething—talking and laughing. No, more like giggles. The pair conversed abouttheir time spent at a nightclub. With his exceptional hearing, he knew theycould be anywhere within a block radius. He needed to fine tune his senses, cutout all the extraneous night sounds and smells in order to home in on their voicesand smells.To his right, down the side alley, he turned and movedwith speed, listening, straining to follow the voices. Coming around the cornerof the brick building, the women emerged into view twenty yards ahead. Scanningthe immediate area for other humans, he found none. Without a moment ofhesitation, Ramsey swooped forward and possessed them, curling a hand tightlyinto the long blonde locks of one and the other hand around the waist of thebrunette. Taking what he wanted, tasting the sweetness of strong defiance andsurprise from both young women had his blood burning, but turned him on."BonsoirMameselles," his French accent sounded lame. He'd thought he could havebeen more suave with a British accent than the attempt he made. Anger over Giselleclouded his rational thinking. His libido fizzled, but not the bloodlust. Pull yourself together dude.The first one whose hair tangled in his hand tried tocry out, but no words escaped. A mental mind command touched each woman,demanding acquiescence and not to struggle against his hold. They were toidentify the pain as pleasure when his embrace tightened, lowering his mouth tothe exposed neck of the petite brunette.Ramsey pressed forward, off-balancing the tallerwoman, forcing her to grab his arm. He pulled his fangs from the tender fleshof the petite female, easing her to the ground. Turning his attention to theother one, he pulled her closer. He loved his women blonde, and this oneresembled Giselle. Bloody fuck! Adrenalineflowed through his veins from the warm blood he just consumed. The high set hissenses on overload and made his cock hard again. His cool lips pressed a kisson the plump lips of the mesmerized look-alike blonde, sampling, parting them.With a quick thrust of his tongue, he plunged inside her mouth with the forceof a predatory animal, not gentle lover.The only desire throbbing in the silence of the nightbeat from the two women's hearts, and his. Bloodlust consumed him, wrong as itmay be, he couldn't resist the pull. He jerked free from the blonde's lips andshe stumbled back. He caught her in a tight embrace and scraped fangs along thelength of her neck, the scent of her pulsing red elixir consumed him down tothe bone. Drinking deeply, Ramsey forced himself to stop as the woman's bloodflow slowed. Withdrawing his sharp fangs and a sound like a groan escaped himas he lowered the blonde to lean against the other woman.Standing back from the scene, he slid his tongue overhis lower, engorged lip and felt a trickle of blood then wiped it away. Withone more mind touch command, he left the two, unconscious, slumped leaning intoeach other. After he'd leave, they would wake not knowing what happened otherthan they had drunk too much and passed out on the street. No pain orrecollection of what he really did to them remained imprinted on their brains.Turning for the townhouse, he disappeared into the shadows of the night feelingsated, but not satisfied with what he had just done.Clouds skittered over the slivered moon and the windshifted, carrying the spicy perfume from the abandoned women in the air. Thenew warmth he experienced from the infusion of fresh blood deferred the coldbreeze brushing across his face. With eyes and ears alert, he scanned the areato make sure no one witnessed his evening snack. Wanting to avoid a potentialdiscovery, he slinked faster into the darkness dodging streetlights. A doghowled around the corner from the row of townhouses as he approached theentrance. The vampire newly arrived in Paris glanced over his shoulder as hetwisted the knob and entered. No onefollowed. Good.Heat drowned him in some strange, like a welcominglover, fondling as only she could. An aura encircled him as he stood paralyzedin the salon. The feeling sent shivers down his spine. He shook it off. The same as earlier. Must be a signatureresidue from Silene's presence.Yet what he inhaled was something overwhelminglyseductive, an earthy sweetness, powerful and feminine, and God help him, hewanted it. What drew him out into the night was his desire for Giselle andtaking the blonde on the street fulfilled that lust. Except, he needed morethan the kiss and blood he stole. The kiss was sweet, like Giselle's. At thetime, domination of the female raged in his veins, to press his hard bodycloser to her, to push his building hardness between her legs, to feel her legswrapped around his waist because he missed Giselle. Their sex and bloodexchange and…Bloody bollocks!The deep voice of his moral subconscious startled him out of his reverie. Hehad to get to the bottom of the deceit by Giselle. Regardless of the time ofmorning and the possibility the client could be asleep; he rustled through thedossier and found the phone number for Étienne du Bassin.If you wish to see more, you can find me at my website: http://cynthiaarsuaga.weebly.com or on my new blog: http://romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.com and you can find my books at www.store.secretcravingspublishing.com and at Amazon.com, Bookstrand, ARe and Barnes & Noble.
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