Night’s Embrace (a vampire novella) is Now Available!

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Annabel is ready to give herself to Poe, body and soul. But will he accept her offer?

Just as Annabel is ready to end her life, an amazing man comes to her in the dark of night. Her body responds to him and she finds that she wants him more than she’s ever wanted anyone. Allowing him to make love to her, she decides that she’ll do whatever he asks, as long as he’ll keep her with him — even if he is a vampire.

EXCERPT

The darkness rolled in like dark clouds in a thunderstorm.  The inky black night surrounded me, wrapped me in its embrace.  It had been a month since “the incident” had happened, and while it might seem minor to some, it was the final nail in my coffin. I had tried to carry on, but I couldn’t take another thing life had to throw my way. If I’d been able to afford a psychologist, I’m sure he would have diagnosed me with some fancy term and prescribed me a bottle of pills. Instead, I was taking matters into my own hands.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, letting me know I wasn’t alone.  I knew I should be afraid, yet I wasn’t.  I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to be frightened.  The numbness had spread through me, leaving nothing but emptiness inside of me, a large echoing cavern that I couldn’t fill.

I felt a puff of breath against my skin.  A chill raced down my spine as my eyes stared sightlessly ahead, the dark impenetrable.  I didn’t know what was to come, but I stood stoically, waiting to see what would happen. It couldn’t be any worse than what I had planned for myself.

Soft lips trailed down my neck to my shoulder.  Teeth softly brushed against my skin.  I felt a small prick against my neck and then warmth spread through me.  I closed my eyes, a sigh on my lips.  Whatever was happening, it felt right.  Arms encircled my waist as they pulled me against a tall, hard body.  Muscles bulged in the arms that held me gently.  A lover’s embrace.

Fluid trailed down my neck and my captor lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk.  “So sweet,” said a husky voice that left chills on my flesh.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He turned me to face him.  I looked up into fathomless gray eyes, the color of a winter morning, set in a pale face.  He had a long elegant nose that led to full lips.  Shaggy brown hair fell past his shoulders.

When he smiled, I saw canines that were long and pointed.  Vampire my mind said, but I shook the thought away.  Vampires weren’t real.  My hand drifted to my neck and I felt the two small pinpricks.  A breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him in surprise.  Or were they?

“You’re a vampire,” I heard myself say in a quiet voice filled with wonder.

“Yes.” He watched me intently, probably expecting me to scream at any moment. And had I been anyone else, I might have. But a woman willing to die was another matter all together.

I tipped my head to the side, exposing my neck to him once more.  “Do it.  Go ahead and end it.”

He looked puzzled and slightly taken aback. “Do what?”

“Bite me.  End my life.”

He shook his head and looked exasperated. “Silly creature, why would I want to end your life? I feed to live, not to kill.”

To my humiliation, I felt tears gather in my eyes and slip silently down my cheeks. “Please,” I begged.  “I can’t go on living this way. I’m tired of feeling empty.”

I felt his intense stare as if he could see right through me.  I wondered how long it would take to make a decision.  Did I not taste good?  Was there something wrong with my blood? Or was there just something wrong with me?

“Why do you feel empty?” he finally asked.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t feel this way.  I only see shades of gray and darkness.  When I wake up, all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep until another day has passed.  I go through the motions, smile at people when I should, but it’s all meaningless.  Inside I feel like there’s a void, a giant black hole in the middle of my soul sucking the life right out of me.” It wasn’t that I wanted to feel the way I did. I just hadn’t had a reason to be happy.

He grinned. “So you have a vampire in your soul?”

I hadn’t really thought of it that way, but it made a sort of crazy sense to me. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

His long fingers reached out and stroked my jaw. “You’re too beautiful to die.”

Beautiful?  Me?  I wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry.  I couldn’t remember the last time someone had seen me as beautiful.  I certainly didn’t see myself that way.  When I looked in the mirror, I saw nondescript brown hair, plain brown eyes, and average facial features.  I saw a body that was too plump to be fashionable, rounded in more places than it should be.  What was beautiful about me?

He stared into my eyes as if reading my thoughts.  And perhaps he could.  Before I knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. They were petal soft and chilled to the touch.  His mouth moved over mine, coaxing me to join in his dance.

A spark ignited inside of me, a small glowing ember.  Warmth spread through my soul and for the first time in years, I was happy to be alive.  This dangerous, deadly, gorgeous man made me feel more alive than any of my family or friends had in a long time.  Nothing in this world had felt half as right as being kissed by him. It amazed me how I could feel so much in just one kiss. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been kissed before, because I had, but Poe’s kiss put all the others to shame. With just one kiss, he pushed aside my thoughts of killing myself.  I’d come to the cavern so no one would find me. I knew my landlady wouldn’t be able to handle finding a dead body. She was sweet and I didn’t want to do that to her. And I didn’t have any family or friends to speak of. Just an ex who kept showing up repeatedly, no matter how many times I pushed him away.

With just one kiss, Poe had given me a gift. The gift of hope. I’d felt bleak and hopeless for so long that I’d forgotten what it felt like to want to live. But with one kiss, he’d given all that back to me, and more. As if he were a drug, I found that I wanted more. Kissing Poe was the equivalent of basking in the sunlight.

 

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Between Two Wolves, Tales of Moonspell 2

Welcome back to Moonspell, a tiny southern town where paranormal is normal.

Brandt Fitzgerald has wondered from time to time when he would find his mate. Imagine his surprise when he finds her — and has to share her with his brother! The boys have been known to share before, but can something on a permanent basis really work?

Falan Wright has lots of curves and a little extra. She’s never been anyone’s ideal before and now she’s suddenly faced with not one but two hot men ready to be at her beck and call. What’s a woman to do? The concept of mates isn’t unknown to Falan, but is she ready to tie herself to both Fitzgerald men? Can she be woman enough for both of them?

Available now from Changeling Press!

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Falan curled up in her living room chair and touched her fingers to her lips. She’d read countless romance novels, but none of them had prepared her for Brandt’s kiss. He’d taken her by surprise. The moment his lips had touched hers time stood still. They’d felt soft yet firm as they’d moved against hers. A shiver raked her body as she remembered his tongue slowly sliding into her mouth, then retreating only to return again. He’d tasted of beer, which she usually hated, but on Brandt it had been divine. She couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss.

But why hadn’t Nolen kissed her? He claimed she was his mate, too. Did he not want her as much as Brandt did? Or had he worried about overwhelming her? If only she’d had the courage to kiss him on his way out the door. Would his kiss affect her as strongly as Brandt’s had?

She remembered how angry Brandt had seemed when she’d commented on her weight. She’d be the first to admit she had issues with her body. She’d been teased mercilessly most of her life, and had watched as all of the guys she’d liked ignored her and went out with skinny girls. What message was she supposed to derive from that except that she was fat? Her dating experience certainly hadn’t changed once she’d reached adulthood. Brandt was the first man — no, make that the first person — who’d ever called her sexy. It had made her feel all warm inside.

She understood what it meant to be their mate. And if she was honest with herself, she’d admit that she was thrilled. The thought of belonging, of being part of something special… it was all she’d ever wanted. She’d wished on countless stars to be sent a man to love who would love her in return, and now she’d been sent not one but two. She wasn’t entirely certain she could satisfy one man, much less two. But the brothers didn’t seem worried about it.

The thought of being intimate with Brandt and Nolen was both exciting and a little bit scary. She knew she couldn’t expect real life to be anything like a romance novel, but she had to wonder if they would be slow and tender, like the hero in the book she’d been reading last night. Or would it be fast and hard and leave her breathless? No matter how they made love to her, she knew she had to be honest with them and tell them she was a virgin. It was the right thing to do.

She had no doubt that they’d each been with their fair share of women, but she wondered if they’d ever shared one before. Being their mate made her special, but she wanted to be special in other ways, too. It didn’t seem fair that they got to be her first kiss, first intimate caress, first and only in her bed, if she didn’t get to be a first anything for them.

Falan had no doubt they’d be honest with her if she asked them about their sex lives; she just wasn’t one hundred percent sure she wanted to hear their answers. Men who looked like Brandt and Nolen were far from celibate. She knew they were experienced; she just had to decide whether or not she wanted to know how experienced they were. Did she really want to hear about the other women in their lives?

She picked up the card on the table and looked at it. Fitzgerald Renovations. It seemed her two hunky guys were good with their hands. She blushed at the thought of what else those hands might be good at and put the card back on the table. Looking across the room at the phone, she wondered if she should call them. They’d said she could have a few days to think things over, but what was there to contemplate? She was destined to be with them, right? From what little she knew about werewolves, she knew she’d never have to worry about infidelity, or at least she thought she didn’t. When a werewolf mated, it was for life, or so she’d been told. The moment they realized she was their mate, they wouldn’t see anyone but her. At least, that’s how she understood it. She’d only known one werewolf before and the woman didn’t live in Moonspell any longer. She’d found her mate in another pack two towns over. She and Stella hadn’t discussed the pack much, but they’d talked about guys more than once.

Maybe it would be a good idea to give Stella a call. They didn’t talk often anymore, but the werewolf had made sure to leave her new number with Falan when she’d moved.

She walked across the room and picked up the cordless phone. Dialing the number, she put the phone to her ear and went back to her chair. She curled up and waited, hoping her friend would answer. Finally, on the sixth ring, Stella picked up.

“Falan?”

“Hi, Stella. I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“No, not at all. Everything okay?”

“Sort of. I had some questions for you.”

“What kind of questions?” Stella asked.

“Werewolf questions.”

There was a pause, then, “Why do you need to know about werewolves?”

“Because Brandt and Nolen Fitzgerald informed me I’m their mate.”

Stella squealed. “That’s wonderful!”

“Is it?”

“Do you know how many women have wanted to tame those two? It’s past time for them to settle down.”

“But, why me? Wouldn’t they be better suited to another werewolf?”

“Honey, we don’t pick our mates. They’re chosen for us. If you were selected as their mate, then the three of you were destined to be together.”

“You aren’t shocked that they have to share me?”

Stella laughed. “I doubt yours will be the first ménage relationship the pack has had.”

“What about…”

“What’s really bothering you?”

“They’re so much more experienced than I am. What if they’re disappointed? I know you told me that werewolves mate for life, but what if I can’t satisfy them? It would kill me if they went to another woman.”

“Oh, honey, you won’t have to worry about that, not with those two. There’s no one more loyal than Brandt and Nolen. If you open yourself up to them and jump in with both feet, you won’t regret it.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. Now, why don’t you give them a call and tell them you’re ready to discuss your relationship?”

“I don’t know, Stella. Maybe I should take things slowly. You know, go on a few dates and get to know them.”

Stella sighed. “It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind. Just remember that they’ll be willing to do anything for you. As of today, you’re their world.”

“No pressure or anything.”

They made their goodbyes and Falan hung up the phone. She set it down on the table and stood. Not remembering whether or not she’d locked her car, she grabbed her keys and stepped outside. Her foot landed in something warm and wet and down she went. When she saw the substance was blood, she screamed and scrambled to her feet. She turned to go back in the house and froze. He’s mine was written in blood on the front of her house, next to the door.

Heart pounding, she dashed inside, slammed the door shut and locked it. Since she’d never really dated, “he” could only be Brandt or Nolen. With shaky hands, she picked up the phone and dialed Nolen.