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Monday, December 1, 2014

Seven Days of Paranormal Delight- Day One Hot, Damned and Cursed

Welcome to a special edition I am running on my blog this week. This collection is sure to warm up your cold nights as these authors offer up men so hot they will make you burn for more. 
For seven days I will be treating you to seven paragraphs from the seven writers of When the Night Comes. The anthology is available for a limited time on Amazon for only .99 cents so get your e-book today or you can buy the paperback for $13.31.  

Now here is a taste of the first book in the anthology. Hot, Damned and Cursed by Seraphina Donavan

“Slumming it, angel?”

Eden turned to face the man who had approached so silently behind her. Not a man, she corrected, a thing. A bloodsucking leech was still a bloodsucking leech, even if he did look really good in black leather pants. “Ah, Smith…Did you get your fangs whitened? It’s a good look for you. Shaves off at least a century.”

* * * * *

Smith signaled the bartender and a glass of ‘wine’ was placed before him. He’d known that she was coming. He’d ducked her calls for a week, which meant it was only a matter of time. Eden was trouble. There was something about her that set the undead off, that created a shit storm of problems.

He’d met her months ago, through a mutual friend. Mara had tended bar for him, and she was a good kid, one of the few people he’d call friend. They’d found themselves in a spot of trouble, with a demon of unknown origin. Eden through some means he couldn’t quite pinpoint had identified the asshole and helped them to end the fucker. So, he owed Mara, which he didn’t mind and he owed Eden, which rankled considerably.

She pissed him off on principle. A spoiled, rich bitch, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, he didn’t have much use for her aside from the obvious one. Despise her and all her ilk he might, but he couldn’t deny that she was fucking gorgeous. Still, she’d saved his ass and he always paid his debts.

“Did you acquire that smart mouth at boarding school or have you been associating with the tired, the poor and the huddled masses?”
“What ticks you of the most, Smith? The fact that I can see you and all your creepy crawly friends for what they really are or that I inherited my wealth rather than stealing it from the butchered innocent?”

Yes, he thought, on both counts. Instead, he said, “Let’s cut the small talk, love. I don’t like you being in my club…You disturb the peace. So, have on with what you want, so I can say no.”

He felt her gaze roaming over him and his body responded to the thoughts that ran unbidden through her mind. Vampire or not, Smith was sexy as hell.

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