Today’s tease comes from the paranormal romance book Unleash, which is the sixth book in my popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series. Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…

No. He needed to resist.

Blinded by the pain, Snow fumbled for the wrist restraint and slammed his arm into it. The cuff whipped shut and locked automatically. After the incident with Anya and the party, Snow had asked Antoine to custom order him new restraints for his wrists, ones he would be able to close himself without any need for assistance, and therefore no need to risk the lives of those he cared about by asking them to help him.

He flopped onto his back and brought his other arm down hard. It hit only mattress. He tried again and missed the cuff for a second time.

The female foolishly moved forwards as though she wanted to assist him, and he snarled and lashed out at her with his free hand, his blunt claws swiping the air just millimetres from her stomach.

She gasped, flapped her black wings, and shot away from him, towards the mahogany panelled entrance door of his apartment. She didn’t leave. Her wide luminous eyes locked on him.

Snow smacked his arm down again and hit the cuff this time, causing it to snap shut around his wrist. He breathed hard, fighting the hunger for blood and death, and swallowed. His insides burned with the need for blood, setting him aflame and pushing him to the edge of oblivion. Couldn’t lose it. Not again. Not when everyone was expecting him to come down later and be around the babies.

Not when the angel was perilously close to him.

She had moved to the foot of the bed again and was staring at him with pity in her eyes.

He cursed her in the language of his homeland for that and she flinched away, her jet-black hair falling down to mask her face. Her fear reached out and curled around him, tempting him into breaking free and slaking his thirst for violence on her.

No. Couldn’t.

“Feet.” He forced the word out from between clenched teeth and his fangs cut into his gums, flooding his mouth with the taste of his wretched blood.

She didn’t move.

Snow snarled and lashed out with his legs, hoping to show her what might happen if she was foolish enough to ignore his request.

“I presume angels can die?” he growled the words at her, throwing them like barbs in a black deadly tone. Continue reading →

Snippet Saturday is brought to you today by my paranormal romance book Unleash, which is the sixth book in my popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series. Read on for this Saturday’s snippet…

“Your bed is strange.” Her voice was melodic and light, a sound that curled around him and soothed his ears but not his bloodlust. That worsened, as though it despised her presence. She played havoc with it, and with him, and he was haemorrhaging patience. She pointed to the thick steel bars at the corners of his bed and the cuffs attached to them. “You have strange tastes. Why?”

Her gaze lit upon him, bright and curious, and Snow had the feeling that she was testing him for some infernal reason.

He could ignore questions too. “What do you want?”

She walked in a shallow circle, those curious eyes flickering around everything, cataloguing it and then coming back to take every inch of him in.

“I want nothing,” she said and drifted across the room to his dressing table.

Her fingertips danced over everything on it, from the lamp to the candles, to the stack of books. She leaned forwards, cocked her head to one side, and ran her fingers down the spines. The action shifted her black wings, causing the longest feathers of the right one to graze the floor.

She straightened and turned back to face him. “I felt you suffering again and was unable to ignore it, even though I know I should have this time.”

Snow frowned. “You were here with me… before. It was you.”

She nodded and walked towards him, her steps so light even he couldn’t hear them. She twirled her black hair around the fingers of her left hand and smiled at him. It hit him square in the chest and knocked the wind out of him.

“If you were here… then you know why my bed is the way that it is, and why I must chain myself. So why did you ask?” He growled the question, growing tired of her cryptic behaviour.

“I was curious to know what you would tell me.” She wrapped her small hands around one of the steel posts at the end of his bed and leaned her shoulder against it.

Snow didn’t like that she had seen him in the throes of his bloodlust, but he was beginning to share her sense of curiosity. “Why are you here… and why did you sing to me?”

A pretty blush coloured her flawless pale cheeks. “You remember?”

Wasn’t he supposed to have remembered? Evidently, she hadn’t expected him to recall that someone had been in his room, singing him to sleep, speaking to him in a language that hadn’t left his lips in close to one thousand years before he had awoken to find Antoine watching over him.

Snow nodded.

She didn’t tell him why she was here. She pushed away from the post and twirled so her back was to him, the white layers of her dress spinning outwards to reveal the outline of her shapely legs beneath. Snow barely bit back the growl that rumbled up his throat at the sight of her long slender legs.

Her black wings shifted and stretched, almost spanning his room before settling against her back again.

“I do not enjoy your choice of decor,” she said in a bright tone and looked over her shoulder, past her black wing to him. “It is morbid. Mortals would call it depressing.”

Snow folded his arms across his chest. “You know that I am not mortal, and I feel this decor suits me and this place.”

He smiled slowly. Desire to make her blush again so he could see it shot through him.

“You must know the sort of business I run with the others here, and the sort of creature I am.”

“I do not care.” She twirled to face him, affording him another glimpse of long legs that would have made him blush if he hadn’t been in perfect control of himself.

“Again, female, why are you here?” If she didn’t answer this time, he might leave the bed, grab her shoulders and shake the answer out of her. Continue reading →