It’s Sunday, and it’s Christmas Day, so Happy Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope that Santa brought you lots of new books or an ereader, and that you have a great time with your family and friends today.
Since it’s a special day, I’m sharing snippets from three of my paranormal romance books. It’s a mixture of angels and vampires for your reading pleasure today. I have snippets from Her Guardian Angel (Her Angel romance series #4), Forbidden Blood and Love Immortal! All of them are available in paperback or in ebook at Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBookstores, Kobo Books, Sony Reader Store and other retailers.
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He stood with his back to her, the warm breeze tousling his black hair, his broad shoulders relaxed as though he wasnâ€™t facing two dangerous men.
But what stole her breath, what made her heart flutter in her throat, was his clothing.
Gone were his jeans and shirt and boots.
In their place was something she could only describe as armour but it seemed ridiculous that he would be wearing such a thing. The deep blue back plate shone like mother of pearl in the fading light of evening, reaching only mid-way down his back, and had two long slits over each shoulder blade. She could see his tattoos through them. Strips of armour in a similar material covered his backside like a short skirt but revealed the dark material beneath. His muscular thighs were bare and taut, exuding strength as he stood firm with one hand at his side and the other still clutching hers. The armour encased his bare forearms too, brilliant blue and edged with shining silver and decorated with rearing silver unicorns.
Amelia stared at him, head light and fuzzy, confused and unable to comprehend what she was seeing.
Marcus was wearing armour.
â€œCome on.â€ She grabbed his arm.
He looked at her hand on him, slender but strong. She walked away, luring him along the length of the bar to where she had been sitting, and he followed her blindly.
Kearnâ€™s eyes stuck like glue to the back of her neck, catching teasing glimpses of the nape of it and the black velvet choker through her dark hair. He longed to part the brown waves and kiss there, to run his tongue over her skin and taste her, and feel her shiver in pleasure. He wanted to ease his fangs in deep and slow, claiming her and her blood as his and his alone. Nothing compared to biting someone, to the incredible rush from the connection and the intense intoxicating feel of their blood in your veins. It was what he had been born to doâ€”to take life from the blood of humans like a thief.
Like a beast.
And right now, he wanted to take all of Amber. He wanted to strip away the mask and show her just what he was underneathâ€”a creature lost in her, thirsting for her body and blood.
For her love.
â€œThen what are you?â€ Lauren risked a step towards him, relieved when his expression altered and all sign of his anger melted away. â€œTell me so I can understand. Thereâ€™s so much I still canâ€™t get straight in my head. Please?â€
When his look softened, concern touching his pale eyes, her heart warmed and she took another step forwards, wanting to be closer to him. Her fingers itched with the temptation to reach up and pull the funnel neck of his coat down so she could see his face. She wanted to see if he was as handsome as she was picturing. She needed to see him.
â€œYours,â€ he whispered and her heart leapt. A wave of warm tingles spread through her. He looked away from her and then back again. All affection was gone from his eyes. His tone was empty. â€œYour Arcadian. Your protector.â€
I hope you enjoyed these Sunday Snippets!