This one’s coming your way on August 23rd! If you love vampires and other wicked-sexy creatures that go bump in the night, you’ll likely love this little story. My hero Moses Brown is as yummy as they come! And this is an inter-species and interracial story. Enjoy the excerpt!
Melanie Bradshaw is driven to horny desperation by her torrid dreams. When she finally acts on her desires, things go horribly wrong and she witnesses the murder of an overly amorous lounge lizard–whose body disintegrates before her eyes.
Detective Moses Brown isn’t thrilled to get another “full-moon case”…until he meets the delectable Melanie, who took a walk on the wild side straight into vampire territory. Moses doesn’t know why vamps are interested in her, but until he can find out, he’s going to stick to her like glue, doing his best to ignore their instant attraction.
But pretty little Melanie has designs on his body. Her hunger for sex is voracious, even downright insatiable. As the mystery surrounding her begins to unravel, keeping her safe—hell, keeping himself safe from her—presents some interesting complications…
Do you want the left or the right side of the bed?
Already stripped to his briefs, Moses glanced behind him at the bedroom door and grunted. The shower had stopped running. Maybe now he’d stop thinking about her being naked and wet and less than twenty feet away.
Despite her invitation, he was taking the couch in her small living room. She’d been scared and wanted someone, anyone trustworthy, close by. But so long as the door remained open between them, she’d feel secure enough to sleep. He didn’t dare read anything more into her word choice.
Glancing down at the wood tenting his underwear, he figured she’d be the only one getting any rest. From the moment he’d breathed in her fragrance, stood close enough to see the fine porcelain quality of her skin, and looked into her soft brown eyes, he’d been as hard as a post.
He’d give anything for a few minutes alone in a soundproofed room to relieve the ache, but her apartment was small and the walls paper-thin. She’d know, and he didn’t want her uncomfortable with him. Didn’t want her to be afraid he’d made the suggestion of accompanying her home just to get into her bed.
As soon as he’d followed her into her tiny apartment, she’d been nervous, her glance cutting to him and darting away. No doubt he looked like a bull in a china shop. Too large and intimidating for her to relax. He’d shooed her to the shower then, with gritted teeth, listened to the whispers of her clothing as she undressed in the other room.
Moses rubbed a hand over the top of his head and sat on the edge of the couch. His phone vibrated on the coffee table. He reached for it and flipped it open. “Dammit, Viper. What the hell’s goin’ on?”
Viper’s chuckle was anything but amused. “I don’t know how she ended up in the club, but the moment she came through the door, every one of Zachary’s fledglings went on the alert. They knew her. You have to figure out how. And you have to lie low. Keep her caged. They’ll be hunting.”
“Did you have to dust the dude right in front of her? She’s freaked.” His chest pinched. “And I don’t know how much to tell her.”
“That’s up to you, man.” A loud yawn sounded through the receiver. “Have to talk later—after I talk to another of Zachary’s boys. It’s dawn. If it’s just vampires, you’ll be safe until dusk. Later.”
Moses grunted again and set aside the phone then turned and stretched out on the couch.
The door creaked, footsteps padded his way. He flipped the sheet she’d given him, covered his hips, then leaned up on an elbow to peer over the couch.
She hovered near the bedroom doorway, a thin nightgown draping her slender curves. “I just wanted to make sure you’d be all right…on the couch.” Her teeth bit into her bottom lip. Her eyebrows drew together.
She didn’t look worried, but rather, annoyed. Moses gave her a faint grin. “It’s a little short. The couch, I mean.”
“I could sleep here. You can have the bed.”
He shook his head, knowing he’d be in hell sleeping in sheets drenched with her feminine scent. “Get some shuteye, Melanie. You’re safe.”
She remained in the doorway, her expression awash with indecision. “Why are you doing this?”
“I’m one of the good guys,” he murmured, wanting her to relax. Needing her to move inside her bedroom so he could relax.
She came closer, hovering beside the couch.
Her expression was fluid, gliding from anxious to something he was afraid to read too much into. Cursing himself for being a horn-dog, he dropped his legs to the floor and sat up, careful to keep the sheet masking his hard-on. “Sit.”
“Okay.” Melanie came around the couch and hesitated over the space he’d made, then, instead of sitting beside him, eased over his lap.
Moses held his breath, his hands clenching the edge of the sofa. “Melanie, what’re you doin’?”
Her hands clutched together in her lap; she didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. I don’t have anyone else.”
She sat square on his erection, crowding it down against his thigh. Not something she could miss, but she wasn’t shying away.
All she wants is comfort, he reminded himself. “Well, hell,” he muttered, and raised his arms to enfold her. He sat back, taking her with him, letting her curves settle against his chest.
“You want me,” she said bluntly.
Moses rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and how do you know that?”
She snuggled closer to his chest, wriggling her soft ass against his growing erection. “Do you really need me to answer that?” she asked. Before he could respond, she continued, “And…you’re very nice.”
“I’m not,” he said, starting to sweat as her bottom shifted again. He wished he could clutch her hips and hold her still, but the thin fabric of her nightgown was hardly any barrier at all. “Don’t kid yourself.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” she whispered, her face nuzzling into his neck before she tilted back her head to meet his gaze.
“Mind what?” he asked, lungs tightening.
“Sharing a bed.” She ground down against his cock. “Taking care of this. I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me a damn thing.” But girl, I’m not shoving you off my lap either, am I?
“I was looking for a hook-up,” she whispered, swallowing before looking away. “It’s why I went to the bar.”
A hook-up. With a stranger. His stomach turned. Why that bothered him so much wasn’t something he wanted to examine too closely.
The fact that she looked away briefly was telling. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he wasn’t about to take advantage of the fact that, obviously, she was scared and embarrassed. His hand caressed her back. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend? You’re pretty. Plenty sexy. You shouldn’t have to resort to havin’ sex with a stranger.”
“I haven’t lived here all that long. I haven’t met anyone. I work in a library with a bunch of women.” She raised her head, cupped the side of his face with her palm, and swiped a thumb over his bottom lip. “I’ve wanted to feel this mouth on my skin since I first saw you.”
Moses growled deep in his throat. But he shook his head, striving for sanity, for safety, one last time. Last thing he needed was to get mixed-up with her. Mixed-up with anyone. He walked in a dangerous world. The darkness clung to him like dirt. Sometimes, it followed him home.
Even though it killed him, he said, “I’m not what you want, sweetheart.”
She gave a soft snort. Her lips tightened. “Look, truth of the matter is, I’m scared as hell. Freaked out, really.” Her fingers tightened into a ball on his chest. “And I know what I want…what I need,” she said, swallowing hard, “is dick.”
Moses blinked, not believing what just came out of her sweet mouth.
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