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Today’s tease comes from the paranormal romance book Hunger, which is book 8 in my popular Vampires Realm romance series. Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…

“You shouldn’t touch me.”

Eve frowned at those low spoken words. “Why not?”

He turned his head slightly towards her, enough that she could see he had his eyes closed, his eyebrows drawn down above them. His shoulders tensed as she pulled a long shard out of his side and she mumbled an apology.

“Because it isn’t right,” he said and she wished he would tell her straight and stop dancing around the reason.

She pulled another piece of metal out, her actions rougher this time, her irritation getting the better of her. He hissed as he sucked in a breath and blood trickled down his back.

“Sorry,” Eve said, immediately regretting what she had done. Guilt swept through her and on its heels came an instinct she fought hard to deny.

She would not lick the blood or seal the wound for him.

She grabbed some tissue and pressed it to the wound instead, and closed her eyes, shutting out the sight of all the blood on his back. She struggled against her instincts, desperate to shut out the voice that tempted her into running her tongue over Tor’s back, capturing every stray drop of his strong blood. She wanted it. She needed it.

She had to take it.

Tor wouldn’t argue.

He wouldn’t deny her. He would let her crawl up his magnificent body and sink her fangs into his throat, drinking deep of his blood. He would enjoy it.

Welcome it.

Eve turned away and shoved her palms against the cool wall tiles as her head spun, the sudden onslaught of dizziness threatening to sweep the ground out from under her and take her down to her knees.

Tor’s strong hand caught her upper arm. “Eve?” Continue reading →

Snippet Saturday is brought to you today by my paranormal romance book Hunger, which is book 8 in my popular Vampires Realm romance series. Read on for this Saturday’s

The hotel room smelled musty. Or that might be her. Her clothes were soaked and sticking to her skin. Tor reappeared from the bathroom and handed her a white towel robe. Eve thanked him with a smile that fell away when he turned his back on her and the scent of his blood grew stronger, thicker in the air, a tangy coppery smell that called to her.

“You’re injured.” She took a step towards him without thinking and he swung back to face her.

“It’s nothing. Just a little shrapnel.” He reached over behind him and tugged his ruined black sweatshirt off over his head. A brief tantalising flash of toned stomach muscles caught her breath in her throat before his black t-shirt fell back down to cover them. He tossed the sweatshirt and nodded towards her. “Change into that. It will make you feel better.”

Eve looked down at the robe she clutched, shame spreading through her. At times like this, she was almost glad she was a vampire and couldn’t blush. It wasn’t the thought of changing in front of Tor that would have had her cheeks heating. It was how pathetic she had been back at the airport.

She had lost it.

It was all coming back to her now in startling colour and detail. She had fallen apart while Tor had been the picture of calm and efficiency, his reactions incredible as he had swept her up against his hard, powerful body and sheltered her from the blast. If he hadn’t been there, she would have been toast.

Then, he had carried her like some knight in shining armour into the safety of the darkness and had tended to her, and all the while she had mumbled stupid stuff like a damsel in distress. She groaned internally at the way she had presented herself. When piled on top of how she had been when Tor had swept into the club and quickly dispatched her attackers for her, it made her want to bury her head in the robe and never come out again.

No doubt Tor thought she was one of those women who needed constant protection, a man on hand to do her battles for her and keep her safe.

She had kept herself safe for twenty-five years without the help of a man.

Death had torn apart the woman she had been, stripping away her strength, throwing her into turmoil. She had become the sort of weak and pathetic woman that had annoyed her when she had been a hunter.

Eve resisted sagging onto the bed and burrowing into the white robe.

She really had to man up.

Tor had offered her the shot at revenge she wanted and she was going to take it.

She was going to pull herself together and show him that she was a hunter born and bred, just as he was.

Eve turned her back on him, set the towel down on the double bed in front of her, and stripped off her jacket. When she pulled her t-shirt up, revealing her back, Tor uttered something in his foreign tongue. She shivered as his gaze ran down her spine, heating her skin, and frowned as his eyes left her. A chivalrous man? She hadn’t figured him for that type.

His boots shuffled on the taupe carpet and she continued to remove her wet things. She kicked her own boots off, struggled to get her jeans down her legs, and even pulled off her socks. She left her underwear on. A flimsy piece of protection she couldn’t quite bring herself to shed, not even when she was certain that he had turned his back to give her some privacy.

Eve donned the white robe, tied the belt around her waist and moved to face Tor. Continue reading →

Today’s tease comes from the paranormal romance book Hunger, which is book 8 in my popular Vampires Realm romance series. Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…

Eve cast him a pained look and turned her back on him. She wrapped her arms around herself again and shook her head. She looked smaller like that. More vulnerable.

It was strange for him, but Tor found himself drawn to stepping closer to her and gently asking, “Don’t you want to see your sister?”

“I do,” she said and sighed. “I do want to see her… but I don’t know how she’ll react to seeing me again. She thought I was dead. It’s been five years, Tor.”

The sound of his name rolling softly off her tongue shocked him almost as much as the news that she had turned five years ago and hadn’t seen her sister in that time. He hadn’t known, but now that he did, he understood her reluctance to jump on a plane and meet her sister again.

It wasn’t the only reason behind her reluctance though.

He could see the cold hunger in her again as she turned to face him and her dark eyes locked with his. She hid it well, but it was there, layered with purpose and determination, and a drive that seemed familiar to him.

On top of that burning need that drove her ever onwards was one that held her back.

The need to avoid accepting what she had become at all costs. At the Vehemens mansion, she wouldn’t be able to hide from it any longer. The hunter would have to face the truth. She had become a vampire. She had become the very creature she once hunted and loathed.

Movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to the front of the hangar. The stewardess and co-pilot placed their long dark coats over their heads to shield them from the downpour and rushed across the small strip of tarmac to the plane.

The jet’s staff made it on board.

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Not the distance.

Not thunder.

His senses focused and everything slowed to a crawl.

A violent growl filled the silence, beginning in the belly of the jet, and grew in volume to a deadly roar. Brilliant blinding light drove the darkness back, orange and white flares stinging his eyes.

Tor reacted on instinct to the split-second warning, turning away from the coming blast. Continue reading →

Snippet Saturday is brought to you today by my paranormal romance book Hunger, which is book 8 in my popular Vampires Realm romance series. Read on for this Saturday’s

Tor drove through the slick quiet streets of Paris, the wipers on full to combat the downpour. Lightning danced across the heavy grey clouds in the distance and thunder rolled ominously overhead. Not the best weather for flying, but he had flown through worse in his years and in vehicles far more dangerous than the expensive Cessna jet waiting for them at the private strip outside the city centre.

His passenger sat in silence, staring out of the window beside her, her glossy dark hair catching the lights of passing cars that flashed across her face too, distracting him.

She was different from her photograph and he hadn’t been prepared for the darkness that had come over him on finding her facing several vampires alone, bleeding from multiple wounds and close to being overwhelmed, her pretty face a picture of determination even as she broadcasted fear.

Fear and determination weren’t the only things she had felt in his presence. There had also been emotions he hadn’t been able to decipher, and ones he could easily read.

Her shock on hearing that there was a jet waiting for her was one of them, and her surprise on seeing the black car parked outside the club and discovering that he hadn’t stolen it. He wasn’t sure where she had received her education on vampires, but apparently it had taught her that all vampires, regardless of bloodline and status, stole vehicles and engaged in other criminal activities, such as theft and breaking and entering.

Oneiric had assured her that the Vehemens bloodline didn’t engage in such activity.

Shortly into their journey, she had found her voice and pointed out that he might not be a thief but he was a murderer.

Tor hadn’t denied it.

Oneiric had warned him that she had a hunter’s view of their kind. To her, they were all murderers, liars, thieves and, without a doubt, soulless and evil.

How much did she actually know about the pure bloodlines and how they functioned? He doubted that she had ever fought a vampire from one. Most hunters never met a pureblood and those who did, died. The weaklings were hard enough for them to kill. Still, he appreciated the pest control they performed on the wretched bastards. Weaklings were a pain in his arse.

How many had she killed before her turning?

She was a murderer too. She just didn’t like to acknowledge it. She had drawn a line between humans and vampires, and now it was blurring for her and it was hitting her hard.

Hunter turned vampire.

Tor shook his head.

It was little wonder the female wasn’t coping with the transition.

He couldn’t remember his own turning. It had faded over the centuries, shoved out of his mind by the training that had taken place immediately after he had completed his transition. They had expunged his every weakness, moulding him into a stronger man. One capable of fulfilling his duties.

Throughout his years as a hunter, he had forgotten other things too. A whole spectrum of useless emotions that were nothing but another form of weakness. Things the slight female beside him felt in full if her constant change in moods was anything to go by.

She sighed, her cool breath barely misting the glass beside her.

Tor turned a corner and she swayed towards him. The scent of her blood struck him hard, swirling around him, teasing him as if it knew his thoughts and wanted to prove that he still had weaknesses. His fangs itched in response, hunger welling up in him in reaction to the sweet scent. They had tended to her wounds before leaving her father, but she still smelled of blood. He had never smelled anything like her. Continue reading →