I’m bringing WIP Wednesdays back when I’m actively working on a book. At the moment, I’m neck deep in the final edit of Claimed by a Demon King, the next book in the Eternal Mates romance series. It’s coming along really well and I’m around 1/3 done with the book. Hopefully, I’ll have this tied up by Monday and I’ll be happy enough to start sending out advance review copies.
I think you guys will like this one. Not just because it’s longer than Kissed by a Dark Prince or even because it has some twists in it (I really should trademark twists, I do love writing them). It’s hot, intense, and full of spark. Thorne is deliciously growly and possessive, and often confused and clueless. Sable is kick-ass, take-no-prisoners, and sometimes out of her depth. Bleu is just the icing on the cake. I’m beginning to feel some major love for the dark elf commander… but not as much love as I have for Vail, his other prince.
Over the holidays, I was working on the ideas for the next book, which will be Vail’s. I was also working on the plot for Hunger, which is going to be the next book I write and that’s also the next book in the Vampires Realm romance series. I’ll get writing the first draft of that as soon as I’ve wrapped up Claimed by a Demon King.
I’m keeping today’s post short and sweet but I will give you a little teaser snippet to keep you going through these cold and dark winter days…
Sable concentrated on the notes she had scribbled onto her pad. The plan was sound, if not a little dangerous. Luring the enemy to them meant placing many villages at the borders in danger and Thorne would be in danger too. He had made it clear that he and he alone would engage the Fifth King. Apparently, it was the done thing in demonomachies. Only kings fought kings.
She thought it was a stupid tradition and she had no qualms about agreeing to it here and now and breaking the rule later when they were on the battlefield. She was damned if she would let Thorne lose his head because he insisted on fighting solo. He was strong, powerful, and capable, but together they were stronger.
Sable pretended that thought stemmed from her mission and her duty as the commander of the Archangel team. Her heart whispered that it stemmed from her soul though and the feelings that came over her whenever she thought about Thorne fighting his enemy. She wanted to protect him. The incident in the courtyard had made it clear that he, and no doubt every other demon present, thought that a little mortal female throwing herself into battle at his side was quaint and sweet, and stupid, but it wasnâ€™t going to deter her. Every instinct she had said to protect him and she had never denied her instincts. They had saved her too many times.
Her gaze drifted back to Thorne and heat travelled through her, burning up her blood, as their eyes locked. Perhaps there were some instincts better left denied.
Like the one telling her to get up on the table and crawl the length of it to him, and to take his strong square jaw in her palms, tip his head up and gently kiss him until his restraint shattered and hers broke with it.
Thorne growled low, flashing a hint of fang, and his eyes brightened, burning crimson and setting her aflame.
â€œPerhaps it is time we retire to attend to our men and other business ahead of this eveningâ€™s gathering?â€ the vampire commander said.
Her eyes darted to him, her heart skipping a beat as she realised he had been staring at her the whole time, studying her while she gazed at Thorne, and was now insinuating they needed to be left alone.
â€œVery well.â€ Thorne rose from his seat and, damn, his body shifted sensually beneath his white shirt and tight dark mahogany leathers, cranking up her temperature to boiling point.
What do you think?