Thursday, May 29, 2014

Finger Bang? Don't Mind If I Do!

Hello Everyone! So my woman, Jade, has a new book coming out soon called Finger Bang. Yes, it's what you think it is. From what I've read about the book, this is going to be ALL about the 'O' and I can't wait!! To celebrate, there is a HUGE giveaway, Jade's largest to date, with all kinds of free books to be had.  If you're all good little bibliophiles you may also win a singed card.  Who's in?
 Have I mentioned how much I love this woman?

One of the entries asks you to share the cover on Facebook so just to make sure you have no issues, you can share the picture below.  Good Luck!

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Kayla the Bibliophile Blog Tour Stop: Tempt My Heart by Danielle Jamie

Title: Tempt My Heart
Author: Danielle Jamie 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: May 2 2014

This book will emotionally wreck you!! Do not read at work or in a crowd of people unless you're okay with them watching you ugly cry like Farrah Abraham haaa!! Then as soon as you recover from your emotional breakdown prepare to be VERY hot & bothered!!! This is a heart wrenching tale of love and loss with a sexy twist in the form of rockers Jordon Valentine and Brittan McKenna. If you love sexy rockstars and are a sucker for a sad story then Tempt My Heart is your kind of book. Bloggers say they haven't cried this hard since 'Taking Chances' By Molly McAdams and crushed so hard on a rocker since Kellan Kyle! This standalone is a must read! Brittan McKenna and Jordon Valentine are going to rock your world. BLURB! Brittan McKenna’s life was perfect. After getting engaged to her high school sweetheart her happily ever after seemed to be all planned out. However after 9/11 her fiancé drops out of college to enlist; Brittan’s life takes a swift turn.During his tour she tried to stay strong and hold onto the hope that he'd soon return to her, but then the unthinkable happens and she gets the news every military spouse prays they never have to hear. On the day Cane died, Brittan believed her heart had died along with him...or so she thought until her passion for music causes her to blaze a new trail testing fate and “tempting tomorrow”. Eight years marks the anniversary of Cane’s death when Brittan sets eyes upon Jordon; a guitarist whose shrouded in mystery and a world class bad boy for her bands opening act, Tempting Tomorrow. Will he have that spark to set Brittan’s heart a light? After swearing off love will Brittan allow herself to feel again after years of trying anything to numb her pain and heartache? Does Jordon have what it takes to win her heart and make Brittan love again? Falling for a rock star is a dangerous game, but it’s a hopeless task when you both have hidden demons. For Jordon love does not exist... not until he meets the lovely Brittan who has the power to tame the untameable beast inside of him. Will Brittan open her heart to love or will she sabotage the relationship before it even has a chance?


Leaning against the sink resting my hands against the cool marble, I stare at myself in the mirror.

What the fuck did I just do? I think to myself as I try to shake the words of doubt from my mind.

I just fucked the most gorgeous woman on the damn planet but now I have a seriously problem. The sex was too good. How the fuck am I going to be able to act as if this didn’t’ happen and travel with her for the next six months?

I now understand why Brittan is so serious about never mixing business with pleasure. But for her and me it’s two totally different reasons.

For her she doesn’t want the drama.

For me…it’s going to be torture. Pure. Fucking. Torture. Because I'm going to have to see her every Goddamn day for the next six months and not be able to bury myself inside of her, like I was five seconds ago.

Get your shit together. She’s just another chick. I’ll have thousands just like her begging to help me forget about her as soon as we kick this tour off next week.

Raking my fingers through my hair, I take in a full breath of air and blow it out slowly as I finally get my feet to move and head back into Brittan’s bedroom.

I’m still stark ass naked as I make my way over to my boxers that are lying on the floor at the foot of her bed. Brittan’s eyes land on me and flicker with a look of desire then darken with pain instantly making my chest ache.

Grabbing my boxers I slip them on and ask, “Are you okay?”

Brittan instantly goes from looking like her puppy just died to flashing me an all teeth smile which I can instantly tell is forced. I can’t wrap my head around this girl. “Yeah, I’m great. Just tired, today’s been a roller coaster of emotions that have left my mind and body exhausted.”

I immediately remember an article I read in a magazine the other day with Brittan. She was being interviewed by some music blogger about our upcoming tour, then she was talking about some new charity thing she’s doing in the memory of her fiancé. If I remember correctly he died eight years to the day. I can’t believe she actually showed up to the party with it being the anniversary and all. I guess she’s just trying to move on with her life.

Now I feel like an ass for coming on so strong tonight.

Crawling onto the bed I lie down next her, propping myself up on my left arm. We both stare at each other for a few seconds without speaking as I gaze down into her gorgeous big brown eyes. I try to see past the facade she’s putting on for me.

I am trying to keep my emotions in check and not let Brittan see she’s getting to me. But I'm failing miserably because I instantly notice that Brittan sees the pain in my eyes that I’m trying to mask. I don’t know why but seeing the sadness that is all consuming for her is so raw. I feel as if I can feel every ounce of sadness that she’s feeling.

Raising my hand, I use the pad of my thumb and gently brush away a few stray strands of her dark silky hair from her face and tuck them behind her ear.

Slowly I slide my tongue over my lips trying to moisten my mouth that is now dry and starving to be quenched by her intoxicating kiss.

So much for just getting the hell out of here. I can’t fool myself; I am definitely feeling something for this woman.

Staring down at her I can’t help but tell her exactly what is bouncing around inside my head, “You are a mysterious and captivating woman, Brittan McKenna. I am trying so hard to read you, but I officially think it’s impossible.”

A look of shock and amusement flashes across her face as she falls back on the pillows beneath her. She lets out a low belly laugh that makes my lungs stop working momentarily and my heart stammers against my fucking chest.

I can’t control my actions now. My body is taking over and ignoring the voice in my head telling me to get my shit an get the hell out of here, right the fuck now.

Leaning down I kiss a path from the small curve of her jaw, breathing in the smell of me on her skin, mixed with a fruity scent as I work my lips up to her mouth. With each kiss I press to her skin, her laughter quiets and slowly stops.

“Sorry…” Brittan says breathlessly with her voice soft and sweet. Each time this woman speaks, she makes my brain go haywire. “I can’t even read myself half the time, so don’t feel bad. I don’t think anyone will ever understand me. And captivating is far from the word I’d use…more like complicated.” I can’t help but take notice to the sadness in her words.

It guts me to know she feels this way.

It's as if no one will ever understand her and will waste their time if they even bother to try. I don’t know how she doesn’t see what I see. When I look at her I see a woman who’s strong, talented, beautiful; and has the ability to bring me to my knees with just the slightest touch and those kiss me lips.

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me. She’s spent the last few seconds with her eyes fixated on the chandelier above her bed, trying to keep from looking at me. I’m going to make her look at me and listen to what I have to say whether she wants to or not.

I breath in a fast sharp breath before speaking, “To me, Brittan, you are the most captivating woman I’ve ever met. The second I saw you dancing tonight I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. No matter how hard I tried. You don’t see it, but you are beautiful and are worth someone taking the time to see the real you. Not the facade you put on for the outside world.”

She just stares up at me frozen and dazed. Her mouth moves but nothing comes out. It’s adorable. The corners of my lips curl up into a ghost of a smile, as she reaches up gently sliding her delicate little fingers through my hair. I feel her nails scratching at my scalp causing a shiver to shoot down my back and cause my dick to ache in my briefs.

Palming the back of my head she pulls me down to her, crashing our lips together. Giving me one more “rock my fucking world” kiss, with those perfect lips of hers. I can feel it in her kiss…she’s saying goodbye. Not just for tonight. Forever.

From here on out we’ll just be Brittan and Jordon, two musicians touring together.

I don’t know why but I actually feel a little pissed about this.

Normally, I’m happy that I don’t have to try and explain that after tonight there will not be any dates, phone calls, or texts. I expect nothing but a night of casual sex followed by see ya later.

As I pull away from her kiss she whispers up at me with her sexy little voice, “Good night, Jordon.”

My heart stammers against my ribcage again, I’m now the one forcing a fake ass smile at her. I climb off the bed without saying anything in return. If I try to talk I’ll end up saying something we’ll both regret, and wish was never spoken when the morning comes.

In record time, I collect all of my clothes and throw them on before heading out the door and fishing my phone out of my jeans. I quickly shoot a text to the guys letting them know I’ll be at the hotel and will see them in the morning.

I sit down onto the stone steps outside Brittan’s front entrance and call a cab. Within fifteen minutes a tiny yell cab is pulling up and asking me, where to? I don’t look back as I tell him the name of our hotel. Looking back at the house where I know she’s inside alone, will only make this moment more difficult.

Resting my head against the back seat that smells of stale cigarettes, I run my hands over my face, as images of tonight replay in my head. I’m totally fucked. Just a few hours with her and she’s imbedded herself inside of me.

The only thing on my agenda tomorrow is getting completely trashed. Hopefully I can find a hot willing chick I can use to fuck Brittan out of my system. If that doesn’t work, I know one thing…it’s going to be a long ass six months.

Brittan Edition
Let’s start with a little foreplay…

What would you say is the most embarrassing thing you have done or had done to you?

Well I have two stories for this; the first leads into the most embarrassing moment ever for me! The first is a prank the guys and I pulled on Nash, that then lead to Nash getting me good and embarrassing the hell out of me in front of hundreds of people.

I’ll start off with the Nash story. We were driving from San Diego to San Francisco when we were first starting out and had bought a RV to live in and travel while touring around playing in bars. We were hungry so stopped by at a gas station to get some drinks and snacks for the remainder of the drive and I saw fire crackers on display because it was close to the Fourth of July. I grabbed them and quickly filled Casper, Holden and Levi in on my master plan. Nash was passed out on the sofa inside the RV so when we got back on I grabbed a pot from the kitchenette and had Holden light them on the table beside Nash’s head. I never saw him move so damn fast! I swear I thought he was going to piss his fucking pants!! He swore he’d get me back and it took two years but he did.

That leads to the second story. We were going through security at LAX for our flight to Australia for the MTV Music Awards they have there every year and Nash offered to carry my luggage for me and I soon learned he didn’t do it to be a gentleman! When I started putting my things through the scanning machine they pulled me aside and said my bag was making buzzing noises and needed to be inspected. The line was HUGE! Like hundreds of people! They emptied all the contents of my bag then pulled out a big ass fucking hulk size dildo that was vibrating inside my bag. I was beyond mortified! They probably thought I had a vagina the size of the freaking Grand Canyon with the size of that dildo. I wanted to KILL Nash. The guys were laughing hysterically I felt so bad for that security guard. Men can be total douchebags!

Craziest Fan moment?

I have the best fans in the world and they make every concert memorable, but with that comes the few crazy ones that make the concerts memorable for all the wrong reasons. I had one fan who busted through security and got on stage during a concert and stripped as he ran across the stage before one of the security guards tackled him. I think his tiny penis will forever be burned into my brain. I felt bad for the guy who had to tackle his naked ass! I guess he was high on something it must’ve been something really good to get naked for twenty thousand fans. But God! I pray in I never come in contact with a streaker ever again!

Pick one!

Favorite book and/or author?

I love me some hot rocker books it’s a tie between Olivia Cunning and Samantha Towle.

Import or Muscle car?

Muscle Car of course!! I love my black Dodge Challenger!

Favorite song and/or musician?

Oh this is hard!! I love M. Shadow from Avenge Sevenfold but also love me some Jared Leto! Favorite Song is Flyleaf Bury Your Heart.

White, Dark or Milk Chocolate?

Milk Chocolate!

Sam or Dean Winchester?

Dean of course! I saw your up close and person pic by the way!! Loved it!

Commando, Boxers or Briefs?

Commando is nice for when you want a quicky, but I love a man in a nice tight pair of briefs.

Damon or Stephan Salvatore?

Stephan Salvatore! Hands down! I do not find the actor who plays Damon attractive AT ALL!! haaa

Wine or Mixed drink?

Both! Depends on my mood

Coke or Pepsi?

Wild Cherry Pepsi!

Biker boy or Rocker dude?

Ohhh I love my hot rockers but if they drive a bike that’s an added perk.

Do you believe in vampires?

No, but know a few freaks in LA who think they’re vampires.

If you could have a super power what power would you pick?

What would you do with your super power if you had it?

I would want x-ray vision so I can see if I’m wasting my time flirting with a guy. Nothing worse than a hot ass man with a little wiener haa!

Would you abuse your super power? How?

I already gave that away in the answer above haa.

Enough foreplay, let’s get it on!

Tell us about your 1st time!

My first time was not mind-blowing like all those virgin romance novels make it sound! But it was amazing because I lost my virginity to the one man who’ll always have my heart, my late fiancé Cane.

Screamer, moaner or silent?

I’m a screamer. Ha! Just ask my bandmates. They were never so happy when I got my own tour bus.

Whips or chains?

Ohh I love to whip a guy or have him whip me every now and then.

What is your favorite alcoholic beverage?

Nothing beats a Bud Light Platinum

Do you ever leave home without panties on?

For me to know and the lucky guy who gets to hook up with me to find out.

Have you ever had sex while at work (any job)? If so, where?

Yup…Cane and I use to have quickies at work when we’d be busy with college and work when we first got together. Then I’ve banged my fair share of groupies backstage at one of my concerts.

What is the strangest place you ever had sex?

Hmmm…I’ve had sex in a lot of weird places, but the weirdest would have to be in an ally way against a cold ass brick building after one of our shows when we first started out. We were in NYC and the streets were packed. There’s nothing more exhilarating then getting fucked in public. Thank God it was like two a.m.

What turns you on more, reading a sexual story, watching a porn or listening to sex?

All three!

What profession do you find the most arousing sexually?

Being in a band. Nothing is sexier than seeing a man on stage seducing the crowd with his words or with his instrument. It’s by far the sexiest thing on the planet.

Does size matter?

Yes. It doesn’t have to be huge…just big enough that if he knows how to work it right so that I have a killer orgasm. Haa!

Do you or have you ever had a “cop” fantasy?

Nope. But the idea of being handcuffed and bent over a cop car is kinda hot.

Do you or have you ever had a “Delivery Guy” or “Service Man” fantasy?

No way haa! Screams sleazy porn!

If you were on a bus and got a glimpse up a pantiless girl’s skirt would you keep looking?

Hell no! Nothing scarier than a strangers vagina especially if they don’t keep their lady parts groomed properly!

What is the strangest sexual experience you’ve had?

Why guy I hooked up with kept telling me to call him daddy…um nooo way. Creep-o alert.

Funniest sexual experience you’ve ever had?

I was having sex with a guy in the bathroom of an airplane and we hit turbulence and fell through the doors. That ended up on the front page of one of two gossip magazines.

Dominant or Submissive?

Both. Just depends on my mood. Sometimes I want to be in control and other times I want the guy to take the reins.

Your stand on sex toys?

A Must! When you’re pleasuring yourself and when your man is too! They just make the sex better!

Siiiigh, that was fantastic…how about some pillow talk?

What would you do if you could be a guy for a day?

I would pee outside on a tree haaaa! Guys don’t know how lucky they are to be able to pee outdoors when they’re camping and not pee on their damn foot.

How would you describe yourself so that someone could pick you out?

The chick with killer heels on, cherry red hair and butterfly tattoos down her arm and a cute nose ring ha!

What's the last thought in your head that involved someone you like?

I pray Levi doesn’t let one rip in the green room again. I swear that man can let off a stink bomb like no other. So glad I’m not on that bus with them anymore.

What is a question you want me to ask you?

Nothing. They’ve all been fun!

What is a question you refuse to answer?

I guess I won’t know unless you asked it. I am pretty much an open book.

Any tats or piercings? If so, where?

I have both. My ears, nose and belly button are pieced been contemplating piercing my nipple. I have a music note behind my ear, a music note butterfly on my wrist, and then my tattoo that starts on my shoulder and bicept and goes down my rib cage. It’s all swirling vines and flowers with butterflies and I plan on adding a sheet of music it soon. It’s a work in progress.

Biggest turn on?

A guy who is easy on the eyes, has a killer smile and knows how to flirt well.

Biggest turn off?

Guys that are overly cocky. It is not hot at all when you are hot but you know it and make it known to everyone around you.

Pet peeve?

Annoying airheads that talk with a high pitched valley voice. We have an infestation of them every time we play in LA. I swear the guys bring them back to the green room just to annoy me and get their kicks.

So tell us something nobody knows about you?

Not many know I play almost every instrument known to man. I majored in music in college and was in band throughout high school. I originally planned on being a music teacher before chasing this crazy dream.

What did you think while reading these questions?

How does one come up with all of these? Haa!

Thank you for answering my naughty questions. Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Oh yes. It was so good that I’ll be remembering this moment for a very long time.

Did you have anything else you’d like to say before we go?

Just to buy Tempt My Heart & read my story so you can see where my life takes me from here! I had fun and hope y’all enjoy this interview!

Tempt My Heart By Danielle Jamie

Amazon Bestselling Author and a mother of 3 wonderful kids. Madison 10 Bailey 6 and Finn 2. I run a successful online boutique, Bailey Booper’s Boutique; many of my items featured on Teen Mom 2.

I live in a small town in NY with my husband of 11 years, enjoying my happily ever after. My perfect day is spending time at the beach, I love the Ocean. I’m an outdoorsy type of girl; every chance I get I’m outside walking or running around with my kids.

I have been writing for as long as I can remember but I finally decide to peruse my dreams of sharing my stories with the world when I published my first Novel Irresistible Desire back in March 2013.

Friday, May 16, 2014

KTB Interviews Kresley Cole: Belles on Wheels Tour!

Kayla the Bibliophile Interviews Kresley Cole!!!

 Other Interviews from the Belles on Wheels Tour!
A Book Lovers Review  - Alice Clayton
Literary Beginning, Red Carpet Ending - Movie news with Lisa Renee Jones & Christina Lauren
Once Upon a Twilight - Christina Lauren
Kayla the Bibliophile - Kresley Cole
Page Turners Blog - Emma Chase
M's Sinful Reviews - Katy Evans
Martini Time Romance - Jennifer Probst
Leah's Library Books Reviews - Kristen Proby
Good Choice Reading - Kyra Davis
Kindle Obsessed - Lisa Renee Jones


Thursday, May 15, 2014

Kayla the Bibliophile Does the Catacombs of Paris: Kresley Cole IAD Setting

It is my goal to visit all the real locations where my favorite books are set. When I found out I would be visiting Paris, IMMEDIATELY I knew I'd have to visit the Catacombs, where Lachlain MacRieve, King of the Lykae, from Kresley Cole's A Hunger Like No Other in her Immortals After Dark Series was chained for centuries...

 My pictures in the Catacombs below!

 Taken from her website, here is the prologue and Chapter 1 of 

A Hunger Like No Other

“My ideal man? He’d have to be considerate, easygoing, and well-mannered.
Above all, he’d need to treat me like a queen.”
—Emmaline Troy, aka Emma the Timid,
half vampire half Valkyrie
“Never run from one such as me, female.
You will no’ get away—and we like it.”
—Lachlain MacRieve, King of the Lykae

— Prologue —
Sometimes the fire that licks the skin from his bones dies down.
It is his fire. In a recess of his mind still capable of rational thought, he believes this. His fire because he’s fed it for centuries with his destroyed body and decaying mind.
Long ago—and who knows how much time has toiled past—the Vampire Horde trapped him in these catacombs deep beneath Paris. He stands chained against a rock, pinned at two places on each limb and once around his neck. Before him—an opening into hell that spews fire.
Here he waits and suffers, offered to a column of fire that may weaken but is never-ending—never-ending, just like his life. His existence is to burn to death repeatedly, only to have his dogged immortality revive him again.
Detailed fantasies of retribution have gotten him this far; nursing the rage in his heart is all he has.
Until her.
Over the centuries, he has sometimes heard uncanny new things in the streets above, occasionally smelled Paris changing seasons. But now he has scented her, his mate, the one woman made for him alone.
The one woman he’d searched for without cease for a thousand years—up until the day of his capture.
The flames have ebbed. At this moment, she lingers somewhere above. It is enough. One arm strains against its bonds until the thick metal cuts into his skin. Blood drips, then pours. Every muscle in his weakened body works in concert, striving to do what he’s never been able to for an eternity before. For her, he can do this. He must … . His yell turns to a choking cough as he rips two bonds free.
He doesn’t have time to disbelieve what he’s accomplished. She is so close, he can almost feel her. Need her. Another arm wrenches free.
With both hands he clenches the metal biting into his neck, vaguely remembering the day the thick, long pin was hammered into place. He knows its two ends are embedded at least three feet down. His strength is waning, but nothing will stop him when she’s so close. In a rush of rock and dust, the metal comes loose, the recoil making him fling it across the cavernous space.
He yanks at the bond wrapped tight around his thigh. He wrests it and the one at his ankle free, then begins on the last two holding his other leg. Already envisioning his escape, not even glancing down, he pulls. Nothing. Brows drawn in confusion, he tries again. Straining, groaning with desperation. Nothing.
Her scent is fading—there is no time. He pitilessly regards his trapped leg. Imagining how he can bury himself in her and forget the pain, he reaches above his knee with shaking hands. Yearning for that oblivion within her, he attempts to crack the bone. His weakness ensures that this takes half a dozen tries.
His claws slice his skin and muscle, but the nerve running the length of his femur is taut as a piano wire. When he even nears it, unimaginable pain stabs up its length and explodes in his upper body, making his vision go black.
Too weak. Bleeding too freely. The fire will build again soon. The vampires return periodically. Will he lose her just when he’s found her?
“Never,” he grates. He surrenders himself to the beast inside him, the beast that will take its freedom with its teeth, drink water from the gutters and scavenge refuse to survive. He sees the frenzied amputation as though watching a misery from a distance.
Crawling from his torture, abandoning his leg, he pulls himself through the shadows of the dank catacombs until he spies a passageway. Ever watchful for his enemies, he creeps through the bones littering the floor to reach it. He has no idea how far it is to escape, but he finds his way—and the strength—by following her scent. He regrets the pain he will give her. She will be so connected to him, she’ll feel his suffering and horror as her own.
It can’t be helped. He is escaping. Doing his part. Can she save him from his memories when his skin still burns?
He finally inches his way to the surface, then into a darkened alley. But her scent has faltered.
Fate has given her to him when he needs her most, and God help him—and this city—if he can’t find her. His brutality had been legendary, and he will unleash it without measure for her.
He fights to sit up against a wall. Clawing tracks into the brick street, he struggles to calm his ragged breaths so he can scent her once more.
Need her. Bury myself in her. Waited so long … .
Her scent is gone.
His eyes go wet and he shudders violently at the loss. An anguished roar makes the city tremble.
Chapter 1
One week later …
On an island in the Seine, against the nighttime backdrop of an ageless cathedral, the denizens of Paris came out to play. Emmaline Troy wound around fire-eaters, pick-pockets, and chanteurs de rue. She meandered through the tribes of black-clad Goths who swarmed Notre Dame like it was the Gothic mother ship calling them home. And still she attracted attention.
The human males she passed turned their heads slowly to regard her, frowns in place, sensing something, but unsure. Probably some genetic memory from long ago that signaled her as their wildest fantasy or their darkest nightmare.
Emma was neither.
She was a co-ed—a recent Tulane grad—alone in Paris and hungry. Weary from another failed search for blood, she sank onto a rustic bench beneath a chestnut tree, eyes riveted to a waitress drawing espresso at a café. If only blood poured so easily, Emma thought. Yes, if it came warm and rich from a bottomless tap, then her stomach wouldn’t be clenched in hunger at the mere idea.
Starving in Paris. And friendless. Was there ever such a predicament?
Couples strolling hand in hand along the gravel walk seemed to mock her loneliness. Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime. Die, bastards.
She sighed. It wasn’t their fault that they were bastards who should die.
She’d been spurred to enter this fray by the prospect of her echoing hotel room and the idea that she might find another blood pusher in the City of Light. Her former hookup had gone south—literally—fleeing Paris for Ibiza. He’d given little explanation for abandoning his job, saying only that with the “arrival of the risen king,” some “serious epic shit” was brewing in “gay Paree.” Whatever that meant.
As a vampire, she was a member of the Lore, that stratum of beings who’d convinced humans they existed only in imagination. Yet though the Lore was thick here, Emma had been unable to Title her pusher. Any creatures she could scout out to ask fled her solely because she was a vampire. They scurried without knowing that she wasn’t even a full-blooded one, nor that Emma was a wuss who’d never bitten another living being. As her fierce adoptive aunts loved to tell everyone, “Emma cries her pink tears if she dusts a moth’s wings.”
Emma had accomplished nothing during this trip that she’d insisted on taking. Her quest to uncover information about her deceased parents—her Valkyrie mother and her unknown vampire father—was a failure. A failure that would culminate in a call to her aunts to get them to retrieve her. Because she couldn’t feed herself. Pitiful. She sighed. She’d be razzed about this for another seventy years—
She heard a crash, and before she even had time to feel bad for the waitress getting docked, another crash and then another followed. She tilted her head in curiosity—just as a table umbrella across the walk shot fifteen feet up to be batted high in the sky, fluttering all the way to the Seine. A cruise boat honked and Gallic curses erupted.
Half-lit by the walk’s torchlights, a towering man turned over café tables, artists’ easels, and book stands selling century-old pornography. Tourists screamed and fled in the wake of destruction. Emma shot to her feet with a gasp, looping her satchel over her shoulder.
He was cutting a path directly to her, his black trench coat trailing behind him. His size and his unnaturally fluid movements made her wonder if he could possibly be human. His hair was thick and long, concealing half his face, and several days’ growth of beard shadowed his jaw.
He pointed a shaking hand at her. “You,” he growled.
She jerked glances over both of her shoulders looking for the you he was addressing. Her. Holy shite, this madman had settled on her.
He turned his palm up and beckoned her to come to him—as if he was confident she would.
“Uh, I-I don’t know you,” she squeaked, trying to back up, but her legs immediately met the bench.
He continued stalking her, ignoring the tables between them, tossing them aside like toys instead of varying his direct pursuit of her. Furious intent burned in his pale blue eyes. She could sense his rage more sharply as he neared, unsettling her, because her kind were considered the predators in the night—never the prey. And because, at heart, she was a coward.
“Come.” He bit out the word as though with difficulty and motioned for her again.
Eyes wide, she shook her head, then leapt backward over the bench, twisting in the air. She landed facing away from him and began speeding down the quay. She was weak, more than two days without blood, but terror made her quick as she crossed the Archevêché Bridge to exit the island.
Three … four blocks covered. She chanced a look behind her. Didn’t see him. Had she lost him—? Sudden glaring music from her purse made her cry out.
Who in the hell had programmed the Crazy Frog ring tone into her cell phone? Her eyes narrowed. Aunt Regin. The world’s most immature immortal, who looked like a siren and behaved like a frat pledge.
Cell phones in their coven were for dire emergency only. Ringers would disturb their hunting in the back alleys of New Orleans, and even a vibration would be enough to trigger a twitching ear in a low creature.
She flipped it open. Speak of the devil: Regin the Radiant.
“Little busy right now,” Emma snapped, taking another peek over her shoulder.
“Drop your things. Don’t take time to pack. Annika wants you at the executive airport immediately. You’re in danger.”
Click. That wasn’t a warning—that was narration.
She’d ask the details once she was on the plane. As if she’d needed a reason to return home. Just the mention of danger and she would scamper back to her coven, to her Valkyrie aunts who would kill anything that threatened her and keep malice at bay.
As she tried to remember her way to the airport where she’d landed, the rain started to fall, warm and light at first—April lovers still laughing as they ran under awnings—but swiftly turning to pounding cold. She came to a crowded avenue, feeling safer as she wound through traffic. She dodged cars with their wipers and horns going full-force. She didn’t see her pursuer.
With only the satchel slung around her neck, she traveled quickly, miles passing beneath her feet before she spied an open park and then the airfield just beyond it. She could see the diffused air around the jet engines as they warmed, could see the shades on every window already drawn tight. Almost there.
Emma convinced herself she’d lost him, because she was fast. She was also adept at convincing herself of things that might not be—good at pretending. She could pretend she took classes at night by choice, and that blushing didn’t make her thirsty—
A vicious growl sounded. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t turn back, just sprinted across the field. She felt claws sink into her ankle a second before she was dragged to the muddy ground and thrown onto her back. A hand covered her mouth, though she’d been trained not to scream.
“Never run from one such as me.” Her attacker didn’t sound human. “You will no’ get away. And we like it.” His voice was guttural like a beast’s, breaking, yet his accent was … Scottish?
As she peered up at him through the rain, he examined her with eyes that were golden in color one moment, then flickering that eerie blue the next. No, not human.
Up close, she could see his features were even, masculine. A strong chin and jaw complemented the chiseled planes. He was beautiful, so much so that she thought he had to be a fallen angel. Possible. How could she rule out anything?
The hand that had been covering her mouth roughly grasped her chin. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on her lips—on her barely noticeable fangs. “No,” he choked out. “No’ possible… .” He yanked her head side to side, running his face down her neck, smelling her, then growled in fury, “Goddamn you.” When his eyes turned blue sharply, she cried out, her breath seeming to leave her body. “Can you trace?” he grated as though speech was difficult. “Answer me!”
She shook her head, uncomprehending. Tracing was how vampires teleported, disappearing and reappearing in thin air. Then he knows I’m a vampire?
“Can you?”
“N-no.” She’d never been strong or skilled enough. “Please.” She blinked against the rain, pleading with her eyes. “You have the wrong woman.”
“Think I’d know you. Make sure, if you insist.” He raised a hand—to touch her? Strike her? She fought, hissing desperately.
A callused palm grasped the back of her neck, his other hand clenching her wrists as he bent down to her neck. Her body jerked from the feel of his tongue against her skin. His mouth was hot in the chill, wet air, making her shudder until her muscles knotted. He groaned while kissing her, his hand squeezing her wrists hard. Below her skirt, drops of rain tracked down her thighs, shocking her with cold.
“Don’t do this! Please …” When her last word ended with a whimper, he seemed to come out of a trance, his brows drawing together as his eyes met hers, but he didn’t release her hands.
He flicked his claw down her blouse and sliced it and the flimsy bra beneath open, then slowly brushed the halves past her breasts. She struggled, but it was useless against his strength. He studied her with a greedy gaze as rain splattered down, stinging her naked breasts. She was shivering uncontrollably.
His pain was so sharp it nauseated her. He could take her or he could tear open her unprotected belly and kill her … .
Instead he ripped open his own shirt, then placed his huge palms against her back to draw her to his chest. He groaned when their skin touched, and electricity seemed to flash through her. Lightning split the sky.
He rumbled foreign words against her ear. She felt they were… tender words—making her think she’d lost her mind. She went limp, her arms hanging while he shuddered against her, his lips so hot in the pouring rain as he ran them down her neck, across her face, even brushing them over her eyelids. There he knelt, clutching her; there she lay, boneless and dazed, as she watched the lightning slash above them.
His hand cradled the back of her head as he moved her to face him.
He seemed torn as he watched her with some fierce emotion—she’d never been looked at so … consumingly. Confusion overwhelmed her. Would he attack or let her go? Let me go…
A tear slipped down her face, warmth streaking down amidst the drops of rain.
The look disappeared. “Blood for tears?” he roared, clearly revolted by her pink tears. He turned away as if he couldn’t stand to look upon her, then blindly swatted at her shirt to close it. “Take me to your home, vampire.”
“I-I don’t live here,” she said in a strangled tone, staggered by what had just occurred, and by the fact that he knew what she was.
“Take me to where you stay,” he ordered, finally facing her as he stood before her.
“No,” she amazed herself by saying.
He, too, looked surprised. “Because you doona want me to stop? Good. I’ll take you here on the grass on your hands and knees”—he lifted her easily until she was kneeling—”till well after the sun rises.”
He must have seen her resignation because he hauled her to her feet and pushed at her to get her moving. “Who stays with you?”
My husband, she wanted to snap. The linebacker who’s going to kick your ass. Yet she couldn’t lie, even now, and never would have had the nerve to provoke him anyway. “I am alone.”
“Your man lets you travel by yourself?” he asked over the downpour. His voice was beginning to sound human again. When she didn’t answer, he said with a sneer, “You’ve a careless male for yourself. His loss.”
She stumbled in a pothole and he gently steadied her, then seemed angry with himself that he’d helped her. But when he led them in front of a car a moment later, he threw her out of the way, leaping back at the sound of the horn. He swiped at the side of the car, claws crumpling the metal like tinfoil, sending it skidding. When it finally stopped, the engine block dropped to the street with a thud. The driver threw open the door, dived for the street, then darted away.
Mouth open in shock, she frantically scrambled backward, realizing her captor looked as though he’d… never seen a car.
He crossed to her, looming over her. In a low, deadly tone, he grated, “I only hope you run from me again.”

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