WITH MURDER IN MIND by Viveca Benoir

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Book: With Murder In Mind
Series: Matt Saga
Author: Viveca Benoir
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: 28th October
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The sixth book in the Matt Saga. The characters find themselves all moving forward towards their own personal goals of revenge and survival. For Matt, Julian, and Devia, their lives forever entwined, things will never be the same. Marie continues to dance to her own tune.

Age 18+. Some chapters contain adult scenes of violence and graphic sexual content.

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Born to British Army parents, Viveca grew up in Europe and speaks six European languages fluently, which basically means she can buy food wherever she goes. Married, with two biological children, plus four adopted children. Now, years later, the kids all grown up, she is an international best selling author, writing a variety of genres. Her hobbies, when not writing, include sailing, flying, ski-ing, fencing, dressage, and playing the cello.

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Saffron Mills has lived all of her almost thirty years in Harrington, Maine—a small town where fishing is plenty, but available men are far too few. Yet it’s not just her dating dry spell that draws her to recent arrival Logan MacGowan. Tall, dark, and handsome, with emerald-green eyes and an impossibly hot body, Logan is a gorgeous enigma whose silence she takes for indifference…until one unforgettable chance meeting, when pent-up attraction ignites into the most intense encounter of her life.

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UNTITLED BEAUTY by C.E. Wilson

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Eleven. A name. A title. A sentence passed. If you aren’t a Beauty, you’re less than a person. You’re a commodity known as a Potential… and you only have so many chances to qualify as a human being.

In her seventeen years, Eleven has seen the best and worst in humanity. She’s been passed around and abused by the bad. She’s hoped and dreamed for the good. And she’s despaired for the hand she’s been dealt. Now she’s been purchased by a wealthy man who has the ability to improve her life and help her become a Beauty – if she can put up with his erratic and controlling personality for long enough, that is. Complicating things is the appearance of a stunningly beautiful young man with amethyst eyes who treats Eleven to the rarest form of attention for a Potential: kindness.

Does Eleven trust her powerful owner to help her escape this life of servitude and enslavement, or does she gamble everything on the enigmatic young man who seems to offer her more than she could ever imagine possible?

 

 

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I hate how beauty permits enslaving the beasts.

With money and a sponsor, even the ugliest person can have flawlessness and receive anything they’d want out of life. With good looks, they can live a full life. The old days when anyone could be ugly and still live happily and normally are long gone. Flawlessness and beauty is the only way to survive. Flawlessness comes naturally with good genes or money. By any means possible, Potentials have to find a way to obtain beauty.

This new life offers five chances to earn the title of Beauty. Five measly chances to prove your worth to people who hold the right to exist peacefully in this cruel world in their porcelain-like hands.

Excerpt Two…

Play by the rules when dealing with Beauties. That is the only way to survive.

My true name isn’t Eleven, but, I’ll let my new family decide what they’ll call me.

Here I am – seventeen years old and an Eleven. So close and yet so far from being beautiful.

I tug on the chain hanging from my neck in irritation and bite my lower lip for a second before looking up towards the tiny hole in my cell door, my only source of light.

I may be a Potential, but my true name is Grace. And I will achieve beauty by any means possible.

Excerpt Three…

“I want to see you. Won’t you please lift your head?”

His kind voice and false modesty are making me sick. He only wants to look at me to satisfy himself. He only wants to see what I look like because he’s flawless. He’s sicker than the other ones. Maybe not as sick as Shawn – I have the scabs on my lips to prove that – but being less sadistic than a controlling megalomaniac isn’t that impressive.

But before I can tell my body to resist, I jerk up my head and focus my sharp hazel eyes on his.

Recognition. A long-forgotten memory surges into my mind, but it is driven away by a sharp pain at my neck. As the memory retreats, waves of pain replace it until the world is made of agony and darkness.

Then only darkness.

 

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C.E. Wilson was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, grew up in Millersville, Pennsylvania, and has been living in Pittsburgh since 2009. For the first few years living in Pittsburgh, she was an English teacher. Her first book, “Oath of Servitude,” was published in 2012. In 2013, she quit teaching to be a full time author and hasn’t looked back since. She loves spending time with her daughter and husband.

 

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PLAYING TO WIN by Shelley Munro

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The truth has many layers…

Professional rugby player, Lane Gerrard is used to women throwing themselves at him, but a scurrilous tabloid article naming him as father of a child sends his temper soaring. The woman he confronts doesn’t fit the blackmailer profile. Kate Alexander is attractive with an enchanting innocence, enticing. A total stranger. Her feistiness draws his unwilling admiration, but the child…he is the image of Lane.
Kate can’t deny her son’s similarity to the sexy man at her door but no way will she hand him over without a fight. Kate doesn’t possess money but she can shower her son with love. With public speculation rife, Kate reluctantly works with Lane to discover the truth. They grow closer as distrust slowly turns to mutual fascination, but the tabloid articles bring out a stalker. Mild pranks escalate into danger, and suddenly Lane realizes Kate is a woman he could love. With Kate and her son, he could have a family. Now, with his heart on the line, this is one game he’s playing to win…

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“We need to talk. Would you like to stay for dinner?” Kate’s voice held sympathy. “It’s nothing fancy. Corned beef and vegetables.”
Camp out with the enemy. Lane considered her offer then shrugged. It was magnanimous considering the way he’d treated her earlier. If the situation were reversed, he didn’t think he would have shown the same generosity. He surveyed her for an instant longer before nodding. Why not? Heck—he couldn’t even state she positively was the enemy. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know her and the child. The answers lay here, not in the tabloid stories. “Thank you. I’d like that.” His attention wandered to the boy—Jamie.
His son?
Or one of his brothers?
Either way, Lane saw trouble ahead. If Jamie was John’s child, Sabrina would be hurt and upset, but their marriage appeared strong and would survive. On the other hand, if Jamie were Will’s, then this child’s presence would destroy his brother’s marriage. Will and Tanya were still patching things up after a trial separation. On top of that, no matter how things turned out, his mother would worry and that wasn’t good.
The child was a ticking bomb.
It didn’t take Lane long to weigh the consequences. He couldn’t let his brothers take the heat. Not yet. He clenched his jaw, his resolve strengthening. He would have to assume parentage until he learned the truth. All he needed to do was keep the press at bay.
Jamie looked up and Lane’s heart jolted. Recognition seared through him as he met the boy’s gaze. Deep down in his gut, he sensed it.
This boy was his son.

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Excerpt Two…

“Do you want me to answer the door?”
Kate hesitated before heaving a resigned sigh. “No, I’ll go.”
When she reached the front door, she halted, took a deep breath and pasted a smile on her face. She opened the door. Her smile faded when she came face-to-face with two police officers. Alarm flared within her. The police did a wonderful job but personally, Kate could do without them arriving at her front door. They brought bad news. She gulped and took another deep, fortifying breath.
“Is something wrong?” she asked. “Jamie, my son?”
They both flipped identification at Kate. “Are you the owner of this property?”
Kate scanned the IDs without really seeing them and slowly lifted her gaze back to their faces. What else could go wrong today? “Yes. How can I help you?”
One of the police officers took a small notebook from his pocket. “What is your name please?”
“Katherine Alexander. Is something wrong?”
The two officers exchanged a guarded look. “Do you own any garden gnomes, Mrs. Alexander?”
“It’s Miss.”
“Miss Alexander, do you own garden gnomes?” he asked his question patiently.
“Gnomes?” Kate stared, waiting for the punch line.
“Yes, gnomes,” one officer repeated, his lips twitching in what looked like the beginnings of a grin.
“No.” Kate shook her head. Personally, she thought they were ugly.
An elderly woman marched around the corner of Kate’s house. Tall and lean, the woman’s dress hung on her body like clothes on a hanger. Straight up and down. A coat hanger with a temper, Kate amended when she took in the woman’s pinched lips.
“No doubt about it!” The woman’s voice sounded as sharp as her angles. “They’re mine! The person on the telephone told me they were my gnomes, that she’d stolen them.” She folded her arms across her scrawny chest and gave a defiant nod. “I want them back. Gnome-napper!”

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Excerpt Three…

A few steps into the room, Kate hesitated then shrugged and stepped boldly forward. Lane’s bedroom appeared tidy but had a lived-in feel and more individuality than any of the other rooms. The lingering fragrance of his cologne and a touch of lemon furniture polish scented the air. Kate’s breath quickened with sudden sensual awareness.
A king-size bed dominated the room but she looked away hurriedly when unwanted images, steamy images of entwined bodies flashed through her fertile imagination. Her pulse spiked and her skin felt hot all over. Horrified, she shook the vision away, impatient with her graphic thoughts of sex and lovemaking. Kate fixed her attention on the display of photos covering a nearby portion of the bedroom wall. Gradually, her pulse slowed as she perused the faces in the portraits.
Safer.
Much safer.
The only trouble was that the faces in the photographs bore wide grins as though they’d witnessed her discomfort. When color filled her cheeks, Kate searched for something else to take her mind off Lane.
She spied an en suite and pushed the connecting door open. The large spa bath—big enough for two—caused an action replay. Masculine and feminine limbs entwined. Hot passion and slow, drugging kisses while the couple made love. Kate’s right hand shot to the cold water tap. A burst of frigid water would force her confused emotions to order.
The scuff of a foot on carpet jerked her head up. There it was again. Kate jumped about to stare in the direction of the noise, her heart pushing and clawing its way up her throat. The door squeaked as a hand pushed it open.
Someone was entering the bedroom.
Gasping, Kate searched frantically for a place to hide. Behind the door—it was the only possible place. She leapt into hiding, her heart hammering loudly enough to play in a rock and roll band.
But not quite fast enough.

 

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Shelley lives in Auckland, the City of Sails, with her husband and a cheeky Jack Russell/mystery breed puppy.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak – big overseas experience). A year long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.
While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love – that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby (strictly for research purposes), cycling, baking bread and curling up with a good book.

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ELICIT by M. Never is LIVE!!!!

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Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 12, 2016

 

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“You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

Jett Fox has been surrounded by women his entire life. He knows what makes them tick, how to make them feel beautiful, and how to work their feminine wiles to his advantage. Honing sexuality is in his blood.

It’s his gift.

Jett is accustomed to women eating out of the palm of his hand, but when a tall, mysterious, redheaded goddess strolls into Mansion – his domain – the eccentric Dom finds himself enamored. She becomes an obsession in his dark, secretive, and dangerous underworld – a world that appears one way on the outside but is entirely different within.

Forced to maintain the ruse at all costs, he’ll walk a treacherous line between allegiance and lust, deliberately deceiving the one woman who means anything to him.

But the mysterious redhead has secrets of her own – secrets inlaid so deep they could threaten to tear both their hearts, and worlds, and livelihoods apart.

You’ve been claimed by Kayne…seduced by Juice… now it’s time to live Elicitly with Jett.

 

 

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The Decadence After Dark Series:

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Owned (Decadence After Dark – Book 1)

Owned is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

 

“I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”

Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes – until temptation finally gets the better of her. Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo’s infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts.

In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.

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Claimed (Decadence After Dark – Book 2)

Claimed is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

 

With one look he consumed me.
With one touch he marked me.
With one kiss he owned me.
With one whisper he claimed me.

“No matter where you go or who you’re with, you’ll always be mine.”

Ellie Stevens thought she had moved on from the domineering man who abducted her. Now living in Hawaii and following her dreams, no one is going to keep her down. But things aren’t always as they seem.

Kayne Rivers reluctantly let Ellie go, but just because she’s gone now, doesn’t mean she’ll be gone forever. She is his, and he won’t stop until he’s reclaimed her as his own.

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Ruined: A Decadence After Dark Novella (Decadence After Dark – Book 3)

Kayne Roberts.
Kayne Rivers.
Kayne Stevens.

No matter his name, one fact remains the same. He’s the man who enslaved me, ensnared me, claimed me and ruined me…For all other men that is.

My life.
My love
My happiness.
All belong to him.
I belong to no one but him.

He owns me.
And I own him.

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Lie with Me (Decadence After Dark – Book 4)

Tell me a secret…

CJ Carmichael hasn’t been able to get the vivacious blonde he spent four delirious days with off his mind. The blonde who was completely off-limits, but he couldn’t deny.

Tell me a secret….

CJ had no intention of pursuing her, but Tara Stevens knew what she wanted and it was him. Now six months later, their time together still haunts him. As much as he’s tried to talk himself out of seeing her again, the craving is just too powerful.

Tell me a secret…

Tara is more than willing to spend an entire fantasy weekend with CJ. More than willing to hand herself over to him completely and fulfill his every desire. More than willing to pretend he owns her despite their age difference and Kayne’s disapproval.

Tell me a secret…

Sometimes fantasy becomes a reality. Sometimes people fall in love before they even know it – before they even know each other – and after it’s too late.

Tell me a secret…

Sometimes, beneath the sweetest secrets are the most deceptive lies.


*Lie With Me is a dark erotic romance and can be read as a standalone novel. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, mild abuse and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.*

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M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.

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ALEXANDER’S BLOOD BRIDE but Lorelei Moone out TOMORROW!

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Alexander’s Blood Bride

by Lorelei Moone
Vampires of London, #1
Publication Date: October 13, 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance, Vampires, Novella, Romance

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Synopsis: Cat has never been a social butterfly. The only reason she even agreed to go to the stupid Halloween party was because her friend and room mate Shelly wanted to attend. When she gets spooked upon almost falling into bed with the host, she’s convinced it was all a big mistake. And what’s worse, now people are stalking her wherever she goes!
Alexander Broderick has been hosting his annual Halloween parties for over a century. While his contemporaries use them as an excuse to engage in all kinds of debauchery, his own motives are more benign. He wants to converse, to get a feel for the times they live in through its people. But when Cat walks into his house, he forgets himself and is compelled to seduce her. There’s only one problem: she’s a so-called Blood Bride – a mortal woman whose blood smells so delicious that every vampire in town wants to drain her.
He knows he’s the only one wanting to keep her safe, but can’t act as long as she wants nothing to do with him. And then there’s his own growing hunger to contend with. Can he protect her from the rest of the vampire community, as well as his own lethal cravings?
It’s the ultimate forbidden romance; the love between a mortal and a vampire. What is it that makes flirting with death so utterly tempting? Read on and find out.
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Alexander Broderick stood at the top of the curving stairwell in the center of his
Kensington residence, surveying his domain. The party had started at eight sharp, with more
guests arriving every few minutes.

His Halloween parties were an age old tradition, even if their grandeur and scale had
evolved significantly since the early days. A hundred years ago, he’d been content inviting a few
friends and acquaintances, all of them vampire like he was. Now, every year, the event had
grown bigger and better, featuring new faces from all walks of life.

Eternity was a very long time to spend in isolation. He craved the change in routine, no
matter how hard his maker had tried to discourage him from going overboard in the past. Of
course, ever since Julius had taken over the Council leadership, he had other things on his mind
than to monitor Alexander’s social life.

Alexander thrived on the attention these parties afforded him. On a night such as
tonight, he could step out of the shadows and into normality. Even if some guests noticed
strange things around the house, they’d accept it as part of the magic of Halloween. It also
helped that he kept the alcohol flowing generously throughout the night.

Tonight was the one night per year that the weird and wonderful became acceptable.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. So many people. So many aromas.
His parties weren’t an excuse to feed as such; no, he could do that any time. But the
sheer variety of humankind at his feet was difficult to ignore.

Every vampire in attendance tonight would feel the same way. Alexander smiled as he
imagined the depravity that would occur within these walls.

Sex, blood, and rock ‘n’ roll. Alexander couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

They’d keep things clean enough, of course. Everyone here was keen to stretch the rules but
not break them. They wouldn’t take things so far as to attract suspicion.
They wouldn’t kill.

Alexander himself would join in the festivities as well. But first and foremost, he enjoyed
playing host.

He was especially fond of striking up conversations with first-time guests. First he’d
figure out how they’d come by an invitation, then he’d guide the conversation toward other topics
that interested him.

He was a connoisseur of sorts; like some immersed themselves in fine wines, politics, or
even sports, Alexander collected knowledge on the human psyche. Zeitgeist, as some
people called it; he loved to learn about that special set of thoughts and ideas that made
society tick. In gathering information about how people lived their fleeting lives, he sought to
find meaning for his own.

As he slowly started to walk down the stairs, he focused on acting normal; that meant
being a lot more clunky and obvious in his movements than his instincts dictated.

He was socializing, not stalking prey!

That was one of the first lessons he’d learned once he started inviting humans to his get-
togethers. If you approached them in too stealthy a fashion, they easily got spooked.
Halfway down, his friend Michael nodded a greeting as he passed him by. The much
younger vampire wasn’t one to waste time; he’d already found himself two willing females to
spend what he liked to call ‘quality time.’ Everyone had certain talents; seduction was his.
Alexander was about to continue down the steps when a presence caught him off guard.
He wasn’t sure what it was exactly. A quick scan around the room revealed that all the guests
were quite busy entertaining themselves; nobody was looking in his direction.

He sprinted back up the stairs, faster than a human eye could see, and gazed back down
to figure out what had affected him so.

The front door swung open and two women entered. One was quite ordinary, and he
could hardly tell her apart from the two Michael had just led upstairs. The other, though…

A radiant sight of womanhood.

Her floor length gown was very different from the skimpy outfits everyone else had
chosen to wear. Blood red—which in itself would have been enough to entice even the most
reclusive vampire among his company.

Raven hair halfway down her shoulder, which swayed with every step she took.

A face flawless, like that of a porcelain doll.

And curves. Her body exuded a richness that made every fiber in his body ache for her.
As different as they were, the two new guests couldn’t have been a day older than 25,
much younger than his usual choice of conversation partner.

He held on to the banister with both hands, then had to force himself to let go when the
wood groaned under his tight grip. A lot could be forgiven on All Hallows’ Eve, but destroying
the furnishing with his super-human strength would raise a few eyebrows.

Alexander focused his hearing on the two women who still stood indecisively in the hall.

One of his staff immediately approached them with a welcome drink.

“Thank you,” the dark haired beauty said. The voice of an angel.

The blond didn’t speak; instead, she just chugged the champagne and placed her empty
glass back onto the waiter’s tray. Alexander recognized her type. She gave the impression of a
hunter among humans; she knew what she was after, and was scouting the place for the right
mark.

Alexander stood frozen in place, waiting for the woman in the red gown to make a move.
The blonde had taken a few steps forward and spotted the dance floor in the reception
room.

She waved at her companion to join her, who refused.

“You go ahead. I’ll hang back and get a feel for the place first,” the medieval angel said,
then took a small sip of champagne to make her point.

Alexander smiled and closed his eyes. Perhaps his senses were deceiving him tonight,
but he could swear that he could catch her scent all the way up here.

A hungry vampire could smell his prey from nearly a mile away. But Alexander wasn’t hungry.

At least not for nourishment.

From the moment she’d entered, the quality of the air seemed to have changed.
He knew he had to have her before anyone else. He would get to know this young
woman, learn all he could about her. Take her to his chambers and bed her. He would taste her
very essence. He had to. His instincts gave him no choice.

Before he opened his eyes, he knew she still stood in the same place; he could sense it.
When he looked down at her, he noticed that it wasn’t just him who had noticed her.
A half dozen sets of eyes had shifted in her direction.

Could they smell her too?

Alexander rushed down the stairs again, almost forgetting to follow the usual tricks to appear
more human. So far so good: the other vampires had spotted her, but stayed back for now. He
would reach her first. If her arrival had made this much of an impact, he would have to take it
upon himself to ensure her safety here.

This was his house after all. His party.

He’d never been one to lose his tongue in company, but the closer he got to the woman, the
more uncertain he grew. She wasn’t just any other human to him; she was a whole lot more
special than that.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself?” he said as he reached her side.

She looked up at him, her eyebrows pulled together in surprise. “Who, me?”

“Yes, Miss…”

“Uh… my name’s Cat.”

“Short for Catherine?” Alexander asked, mesmerized by her pale green eyes as she continued to
look up at him.

She looked so vulnerable. He could hear her heartbeat, and the rush of her blood as it
was pumped through her body. Being so near to her tested his patience like nothing ever had.
If he’d been starving and faced with a first meal in weeks, he would have found it easier to walk
away than he did now. There was something very different about this woman, though he had
no idea what it was.

“I suppose, yes. Short for Catherine,” she stammered.

He wasn’t trying to hypnotize her, at least not on purpose. Was she under his control
already?

How was that even possible?

“I said I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” he said, repeating his first question.

“Oh, yes.” Catherine raised her glass and smiled briefly. “And what a beautiful house this is. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

That gave Alexander his opening, a chance to get her away from all the hungry stares
from every vampire in the room.

“Perhaps you’d like to see more of it?” he asked, smiling subtly to avoid exposing his
sharp canines.

Catherine didn’t answer straight away, instead continuing to stare at him. Hopefully, she
wasn’t actually hypnotized. Alexander was looking forward to having a natural conversation
with this woman. Not a forced interrogation while she was under his influence.
“Don’t tell me this is your place?” she asked at last.

Was she just nervous? Could that be?

Alexander winked at her in an attempt to break the tension and gain her trust. “Okay, I won’t
tell you that it is.”

“Holy shit.” Catherine immediately covered her mouth with her hand as she looked
around the entrance hall again. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. My offer still stands by the way. If you want a
tour…” Alexander said.

She looked into his eyes and there it was again, that strange feeling that had overcome
him from the moment she’d entered his home. He had to have her, discover all there was to
learn about her. Intellectually, physically, even spiritually, if that even made sense.
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect to end up here chatting with the host of the party
straightaway.

Yes. I’d love a tour,” Cat said while straightening her shoulders.

So she had just been nervous.

He wasn’t sure why, but that pleased him. Probably because he’d been a little nervous at first too.
It was silly. He’d walked this earth for centuries and seduced plenty of beautiful ladies in
his day.

As delicious as this woman smelled, what did he have to be nervous about? He offered her his
arm, which she reluctantly accepted. Her touch seemed to burn through his tuxedo right into
his skin, almost painfully.

“We’ll start with the downstairs,” he said.

As Alexander led her past some of his immortal guests into the reception room, he felt
their eyes on the two of them. There was no emotion as powerful to the senses as jealousy.
Perhaps his nerves had been trying to tell him something. This party wasn’t like every previous
one. This time, he was playing with fire.

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Her guardian angel was pushed.
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Left-handed. Father of an apparent nudist. Husband to a half-Norwegian. Herder of cats and dogs. Lover of pie. I write books. I’ve had an unhealthy fascination with dragons since the age of– well, for a while. Native Floridian. Current Tennessean. Location subject to change based on insurrection, upheaval, or availability of coffee. Nine books and counting, with no end in sight. You’ve been warned.