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Today’s tease comes from the paranormal romance book Unleash<\/a>, which is the sixth book in my popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series<\/a>. Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pain. Blinding. Debilitating. Sickening. Pain.<\/p>\n It rocked every inch of him. Throbbed deep in his marrow. Lived inside him and refused to die, no matter how hard he struggled to contain and obliterate it.<\/p>\n There was peace too though, a strange sense of calm and warmth that felt as though it was trying to subdue the pain and drive it away. There was also a weird notion that he hadn\u2019t been alone.<\/p>\n Snow\u2019s head thumped the hardest, fiery lightning splintering across his skull and causing his eyes to ache. He opened them a sliver but the light pierced them, increasing his agony, and he screwed them shut again. He tried to rub the salt and grit from his eyes and grimaced when steel cuffs bit into his wrists, causing sharp lances to jab across them.<\/p>\n His ankles blazed too.<\/p>\n He managed to crack his eyes open enough that he could see his wrists. Shackled and scarred. Multiple lacerations. Dried and fresh blood.<\/p>\n Snow focused on them and his body, taking mental note of any injuries and how weak he felt, trying to gauge how long he had been chained to his bed. Possibly a few days. His senses came fully back online.<\/p>\n He wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n His gaze slid painfully down to the male sitting in the wooden chair beside him to his right. \u201cHow long have you been in the room?\u201d It took a lot of effort to get that many words out. He drew in a deep breath and it wheezed past his throat and rattled in his lungs. Snow changed his previous calculation to over a week without leaving his bed. He didn\u2019t normally feel this refreshed after an extended period lost to his insanity though.<\/p>\n Perhaps he was wrong about how long he had been lost to his bloodlust. He might have screamed more than usual this time.<\/p>\n It would help if he could remember what had triggered his latest round of crazy.<\/p>\n \u201cNot five minutes,\u201d Antoine said, his voice a low steady rumble that spoke of fatigue. His brother looked like hell too, dishevelled and weary, and that made Snow look away.<\/p>\n Guilt gnawed at his heart. He had worried Antoine again. Hurt him.<\/p>\n \u201cI sensed you calming and came to check on you, and found you sleeping soundly so I thought I would stay a while to keep you company.\u201d Antoine raked his fingers through his thick brown hair. It was longer than usual. Definitely more than a week. More than two? \u201cI did not mean to wake you.\u201d<\/p>\n Snow frowned at his brother\u2019s odd words.<\/p>\n \u201cYou did not wake me. I wasn\u2019t sleeping\u2026 I mean\u2026 I was at least conscious.\u201d Snow looked himself over, the pain in his eyes fading as they adjusted to him using them again. Clearly, he had missed something. He didn\u2019t remember sleeping. He remembered the rage, the dark hunger for blood and violence, the insane craving to kill everyone who came near him but being unable to get free and satisfy that desire. He remembered feeling trapped in his body, caged by his bloodlust, unable to break its hold over him. He recalled coming around from bouts of unconsciousness to rage all over again too. He had been doing neither of those things prior to this moment. \u201cI was asleep.\u201d<\/p>\n Antoine nodded, a glimmer of hope and curiosity in his blue eyes, and rose to his feet. \u201cAnd you are awake now. Very awake.\u201d<\/p>\n Snow understood why he looked curious and what he was implying. His bloodlust had receded. Receded but not gone. Snow could feel it lurking within him. Something had driven it back but it was waiting to seize hold of him again. Something that had made him sleep too. He never slept before coming around from one of his attacks. He was always unconscious or came out of it while awake.<\/p>\n Antoine took some items from the ebony nightstand to Snow\u2019s right. Cotton wool and antiseptic by the looks of things. His brother doused a wad of the white padding and moved to Snow\u2019s feet, and began cleaning the blood from his ankles.<\/p>\n He looked at his younger brother and frowned, unable to shake the feeling that he hadn\u2019t been alone, and it hadn\u2019t been Antoine\u2019s presence he had felt.<\/p>\n \u201cNo one was in here with you?\u201d he said and Antoine shook his head, came up beside him and began cleaning his neck and shoulders. \u201cYou did not hear anyone singing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d Antoine\u2019s expression darkened, as though the thought of someone being in here with him disturbed him. Had he been that far gone that Antoine had wanted to keep everyone away from him? Someone must have come regardless. He sniffed and smelled Antoine and Sera, and lily of the valley mixed with snow. No one at the theatre smelled that way. \u201cPerhaps you were dreaming?\u201d<\/p>\n Snow hoped his brother was right, but the sense that someone had been here with him plagued him, together with the song. It had been familiar. His brow crinkled as he struggled to remember it, the tune and lyrics drifting towards the surface of his mind only to slip through his grasp and disappear again, teasing him.<\/p>\n He growled. \u201cSomeone was singing\u2026 I swear it, Brother.\u201d<\/p>\n Antoine moved to sit on the bed beside him and gave him a sympathetic smile. \u201cDo not push yourself. Will you take a little blood?\u201d<\/p>\n Snow forced himself to nod. He wasn\u2019t hungry but it would ease Antoine\u2019s mind and help Snow maintain his current mental state. It would also take his mind off the feelings he couldn\u2019t shake. Maybe Antoine was right and he had been dreaming. He had long ago made it a habit to forget his dreams upon waking, because he never saw anything good in them. His dreams were where the past waited to punish him.<\/p>\n Seeing his brother every night and knowing what he had done to him all those years ago was punishment enough for his sins.<\/p>\n Antoine left the bed and walked around the foot of it to the cluttered black dressing table on the left side of the room, opposite the door, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor. He picked up the small metal canister there, unscrewed the cap and brought it to his nose. He sniffed, smiled, and picked up a glass and returned to Snow, settling on the bed beside him again.<\/p>\n Antoine poured some blood into the glass and held it out to Snow.<\/p>\n Snow reluctantly nodded, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He hated cold blood, but it was all he had known for centuries now. He could no longer remember what fresh blood straight from the vein tasted like.<\/p>\n Antoine carefully brought the glass to his lips and tipped it, allowing a steady flow of it to enter Snow\u2019s mouth. He swallowed it down and grimaced, suppressing a shudder as it chilled his throat. Disgusting.<\/p>\n It did what he needed it to though. The moment it reached his stomach, his body began to absorb it, using it to restore some of his strength. With his returning strength came memories that had eluded him. The black empty stage of Vampirerotique bathed in blood and entrails. An unfamiliar female and a child. Payne defending them. Males attacking his brother.<\/p>\n His brother\u2019s blood spilling.<\/p>\n Snow growled and bucked against the restraints, the image of Antoine bleeding from wounds across his chest driving his bloodlust back to the surface. He ground his teeth as his fangs elongated, filling his mouth, and threw his head back and roared.<\/p>\n \u201cSnow!\u201d Antoine pressed his palm against Snow\u2019s forehead and pushed his head down onto the black pillows, effectively restraining him. \u201cLook at me, Brother.\u201d<\/p>\n Snow rolled his eyes open and sought Antoine. Antoine knelt over him, concern shining in his pale blue eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI am well. See for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n Snow dropped his eyes to his brother\u2019s chest. No blood marred the dark material of his shirt. No wounds. Antoine had already healed. Snow breathed slowly to calm himself and kept his eyes locked on his brother. He was well. Not bleeding. Not hurt.<\/p>\n Not dying because of him.<\/p>\n \u201cBrother,\u201d Snow said and Antoine frowned at him. He ached to be free of his bonds so he could take Antoine into his arms and hold him. He needed to reassure himself that his brother was unharmed, alive and with him. He longed to feel that he did have the power to break the hold of his bloodlust even when he feared that he didn\u2019t. All he could do was ask though. \u201cYour injuries are healed?\u201d<\/p>\n Antoine\u2019s dark eyebrows knitted into a confused line.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is a simple question. How are you feeling?\u201d Snow tried again, needing an answer this time, afraid that if Antoine didn\u2019t reassure him, he would lose his mind again and the bloodlust would claim him.<\/p>\n Antoine released his forehead only to stroke it. \u201cAre you feeling alright?\u201d<\/p>\n Snow frowned at that. He had asked the same damn thing and Antoine hadn\u2019t answered. Was Antoine still injured? Had he not healed?<\/p>\n \u201cI am fine\u2026 but your injuries\u2026 tell me you have healed, Brother.\u201d Snow tried to touch him and the cuffs sliced into his wrists again. He winced at the fleeting stab of pain. Antoine took some more cotton wool from the black nightstand and cleaned the blood off his wrists for him, and then cast him a worried glance. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n Antoine sat back on the bed and Snow could sense his concern and frustration. He lobbed the bloodied cotton wool into the bin near the nightstand, drawing Snow\u2019s attention to how full it was. Some had fallen out, littering his wooden floor. How long had he been lost to bloodlust?<\/p>\n \u201cAntoine. Answer me.\u201d<\/p>\n His younger brother\u2019s expression grew even more concerned. \u201cI do not understand a word you are saying, Snow, and you are beginning to scare me.\u201d<\/p>\n Snow frowned now and thought about the words that had left his lips. They had seemed normal to him.<\/p>\n \u201cI never learned the language of our family\u2019s homeland.\u201d Antoine refilled the glass with blood and rested it on his knee.<\/p>\n Snow stared at him, struggling to take in what he had said. He had been speaking the old language?<\/p>\n His eyes shot wide and he tried to sit up, only to have the cuffs around his wrists jerk him back against the pillows. Antoine hastily set the glass down on the nightstand and grabbed his shoulders, his fear flowing over Snow. Evidently, he thought Snow was having a relapse.<\/p>\n For once, it wasn\u2019t the case.<\/p>\n \u201cThe prince and\u2026 homeland. Prince.\u201d Snow knew he wasn\u2019t making any sense and it wasn\u2019t because he was speaking the old language this time. He was speaking English. The look in his brother\u2019s eyes as they darted between his and the glass of blood said he definitely thought the blood had had a negative effect on him, driving him back to insanity.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you okay, Snow?\u201d Antoine moved his hands to Snow\u2019s face, cupping both of his cheeks.<\/p>\n \u201cNot crazy for a change,\u201d he snarled and instantly regretted it when Antoine released him and picked up the glass. \u201cPrince. The song. Winter skies. Snow.\u201d<\/p>\n Antoine lifted the glass to Snow\u2019s lips. \u201cDrink a little more. You need to sleep. Do you feel you can sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n What he wanted to do was slap his brother into the next century and get him to listen, but any act of violence right now would have Antoine calling in Javier and restraining him until he forced blood down his throat and possibly stuck him with a lion-sized dose of sedative.<\/p>\n Snow didn\u2019t have good memories of the last time they had tried that one. He had hallucinated for days about all manner of weird creatures and demons jumbled in with flashbacks of his past, hadn\u2019t slept at all, and had come out of it worse than before they had tried to tranquilize him.<\/p>\n \u201cI will try,\u201d Snow said and allowed Antoine to pour a little more blood into his mouth. It was cold on his tongue and he swallowed it quickly. A sense of calm returned as it flowed into him, making him sleepy. \u201cPrince. Snow. Winter skies.\u201d<\/p>\n It swam around his head, the melody haunting him and chasing sleep away.<\/p>\n \u201cI am sure it will come to you, Brother.\u201d Antoine set the glass down again and sat beside him, his closeness comforting Snow and easing him. \u201cDo not push yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStay a while,\u201d Snow mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open. He didn\u2019t want to be alone. \u201cWill you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course,\u201d Antoine said.<\/p>\n Sleep tried to overcome Snow but he fought it, not wanting to waste this precious time with his brother. He didn\u2019t know when the bloodlust would win and grip him again, and right now he feared next time it wouldn\u2019t let go. Right now, he wanted to be normal again.<\/p>\n \u201cHow long was I out?\u201d he whispered and blinked rapidly, trying to keep sleep at bay a little longer. He should have refused the blood. It always made him sleepy when he was recovering. \u201cYou look like shit.\u201d<\/p>\n Antoine smiled but it didn\u2019t lift the darkness from under his eyes. \u201cIt was over three weeks ago that Chica took you down.\u201d<\/p>\n Twenty-one days. It scared the hell out of Snow.<\/p>\n Antoine\u2019s voice was hoarse, strained as he spoke. \u201cI thought I had lost you this time.\u201d<\/p>\n Tears rose into Snow\u2019s eyes, mirrored in Antoine\u2019s, and he fought to stop them from falling. He didn\u2019t know what to tell his brother. He wanted to tell him that if he had known that he had been scaring him, he would have battled his bloodlust and overcome it to take away his fear and his pain, but it would be a lie. How many times had he lied to his brother?<\/p>\n Too many times, and always about the same thing.<\/p>\n He had promised Antoine that he would fight and he would live, and he would never succumb to the temptation death presented.<\/p>\n It was becoming impossible to keep that promise.<\/p>\n \u201cI am back now,\u201d Snow said, voice thick with emotions that felt more like a burden each day longer that he lived.<\/p>\n Snow wished he could offer his brother more comfort. He wasn\u2019t sure if he would come back from the next bout of bloodlust. He was surprised he had come back from this one. He glanced at his wrists again. The blood on them had been fresh when he had woken, no more than an hour old, yet all the cuts had been nothing but scars.<\/p>\n Snow fell quiet, allowing Antoine to talk to him, his mind elsewhere. The healed cuts and the sleep. The sanity. Someone had been with him and whoever they were, they knew how to calm him.<\/p>\n They had sung to him in the old language.<\/p>\n That was why he had spoken it to Antoine.<\/p>\n Snow couldn\u2019t recall the last time he had spoken it before today. It had been centuries or possibly more. Had he spoken it since Antoine was born? He didn\u2019t think he had.<\/p>\n It hadn\u2019t been a dream.<\/p>\n Someone had been here in this room with him.<\/p>\n A female who smelled of lily of the valley and snow.<\/p>\n A woman who had sung in the language of his homeland.<\/p>\n A song for a prince and an angel.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n <\/p>\n Did you enjoy today’s tease?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n When the mysterious and beautiful songstress reappears in Snow\u2019s room at Vampirerotique, she awakens a fierce protective streak and stirs dark desires that drive him to claim her as his female, even when he knows his touch will destroy her innocence.<\/p>\n A single forbidden taste is all it takes to unleash emotions in Aurora that she shouldn\u2019t possess, tearing her between duty and desire, and luring her into surrendering to her wildfire passion and embracing hungers that burn so hotly they threaten to consume them both.<\/p>\n One act of kindness can lead to one thousand acts of sin though, each a black mark against the bearer\u2019s soul and another grain of sand that slips through an hourglass. The clock is ticking and time is almost up. Can beauty save the beast?<\/p>\n Available in e-book from:<\/strong> Apple iBookstore US<\/strong><\/a> | Apple iBookstore UK<\/strong><\/a> | Apple iBookstore Australia<\/strong><\/a> | Apple iBookstore Canada<\/strong><\/a> | Apple iBookstore New Zealand<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n Barnes and Noble<\/strong><\/a> | Kobo Books<\/strong><\/a> | Smashwords<\/strong><\/a> | All Romance eBooks<\/strong><\/a> | Google Play<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Available in paperback from:<\/strong> <\/p>\n You can get your hands on the first book in this series, COVET<\/a>, for FREE<\/strong> right now on selected Amazon Kindle, Kobo, Nook and Apple iBooks Stores. Find out more at my Paranormal Romance Ebook Offers<\/a> page.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series<\/a> yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:<\/p>\n Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1)<\/a> <\/p>\n 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… Pain. Blinding. Debilitating. Sickening. Pain. 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\nA powerful vampire lost deep in his bloodlust, Snow is a savage animal, mindless with rage and a thirst for violence, and trapped with no hope of awakening from an endless nightmare\u2026 until a song draws him up from the abyss, restoring his sanity but leaving him haunted by the sweet feminine scent of lilies and snow, and fragmented familiar lyrics.<\/p>\n
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