Gutsy, kickass Suzanne James has no intention of
complicating her life by falling in love…especially with a vampire. But it’s
hard to stay objective when a drop-dead gorgeous male rescues her from three
assailants in a dark alley. All but unconscious, she could swear her hero has
glowing red eyes and two sharp, pointed teeth.
Adrian Caine has spent the past hundred years, in
vampire parlance, a vegetarian. When he rescues a beautiful blonde in a dark alley,
it takes all of his formidable control not to backslide. Attraction turns to
desire. Even though it’s not in Suzanne’s best interest, he can’t stay away.
Excerpt…
His eyes glowed bright
as brimstone. The tips of fangs were visible even under his closed lips.
“Give me a moment,” he
whispered in a hoarse voice.
As I stared, the glow
subsided. From the wash of the street light his eyes shone a stormy gray. The
tips of the fangs retracted. I walked to him, unafraid. “That’s twice now
you’ve saved me.”
“You use up lives
quicker than a cat.” His voice had returned to its normal melodious cadence. He
watched me approach.
“Thank you, again.” I
held out my hand. “I’m Suzanne James.”
The hand that swallowed
mine felt cool and hard. “Adrian Caine.”
His touch drew me. His eyes compelled me. My heart beat quickened. My
breath grew shallow. I took a step closer then closer yet, my only awareness:
his magnetic gaze and the sweet peppermint of his breath on my upturned face.
His eyes were stormy as thunderclouds on a dark night. “You conflict me.” He
breathed that sweet scent on my face as his head lowered toward mine.
“Friend of yours?”
Cal’s voice startled me
and broke the spell I had fallen under. I took a deep breath and a step back.
“Yes. Cal Royce, Adrian Caine.”
The men sized each other
up. From the expressions on their face, neither was much impressed with the
other.
“You should do a better
job protecting her, policeman.” Adrian spoke in a soft voice but it carried a
sting like a whiplash.
Cal’s head jerked back.
His hand tightened around my purse. I grabbed it before the contents spewed out
from the force of his grip. “What the hell does that mean and who the hell are
you? How did you know I was a detective?”
“Where were you when she
was attacked just now?” Adrian countered.
Cal whipped around. “Is
that true, Suzanne?”
“Yes.”
I felt a headache coming on. And my eye began to twitch.
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About the Author…
Multi-published author Sandra Cox writes Crossover
YA, YA Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Time Travel Romance and Metaphysical
Nonfiction. She lives in sunny North Carolina with her husband, a brood of
critters and an occasional foster cat. Although shopping is high on the list,
her greatest pleasure is sitting on her screened in porch, listening to the
birds, sipping coffee and enjoying a good book. She's a vegetarian and has a
yellow belt in Muay Thai.
LINKS:
Sandracox.blogspot.com
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