HER DARK LORD
Paranormal
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Blurb:
When dhampir Kia Montana takes a man home, she isn’t looking for names or a relationship--she only wants someone who could satisfy her lust for both sex and blood. But Kia’s new mission is to find Sean Maximillus, Lord Vampire and the lone being capable of curing Kia’s mother. Kia thought she found the key to success with Ronan, a mysterious man who promises to take her to Maximillus…and who shares a carnal passion with Kia even bloodlust couldn’t match.
But Ronan also seems to know too much about Kia…things she never told him. And as she is drawn deeper into Ronan’s world, he reveals secrets that will change Kia’s life forever….
Sneak peek Excerpt:
Chapter One
“It isn’t over between us. Not by a long shot.”
Kia Montana hid a smile as she rolled up her sheer stockings and clipped them to her lace suspenders. Pushing her feet into the heeled shoes she’d tossed aside so carelessly the night before, she glanced over at the gorgeous man sprawled out on her hotel bed.
Passion emanated from him, scorching and hot. She gave him a cool smile, resisting an impulse to sashay over, lean forward and trace her tongue along the salty warmth of his collarbone, and down over the hardened buds of his dusky nipples.
Even harder to withstand was the urge to sink her fangs into his delectable throat, taste the pulsating warmth of his essence while he brought her to climax just once more.
She breathed slow and deep, and his glittering, gun-metal eyes held her gaze when she said, “Sorry, I don’t do relationships.”
“Don’t apologize,” he drawled. And as she slipped into her crimson lace bra, a savage light sparked deep in his stare. “I know just how to change your mind.”
Her breasts, still tingling from his mouth, his clever hands, hardened under his scrutiny as she clipped the bra into place. Her pulses jumped, but it was his declaration that kick-started her heart into high speed.
She inhaled slowly, gaining control. “Oh?” she queried with an Oscar winning note of boredom.
“You want access to all of Sydney’s underworld places. As your escort, I can offer you that.” He smiled at her silence. “A ticket to where only an exclusive few have been.”
Her heartbeat surged into a frantic gallop as excitement writhed deep inside. When she’d seen him at last night’s shindig, moving through the crème de le crème of the Sydney crowd like he owned each and every party-goer there, her instincts had clamored.
He held the key.
She kept her face an impassive mask. This could be her one opportunity to get close to Sean Maximillus, the reclusive, centuries old Vampire Lord.
She managed an idle smirk. “Running short of eager, beautiful young women to parade around?”
A crack of laughter shot from his sexy mouth. “Never. Quite the contrary.” His eyes drank her in. “Apart from your obvious charms,” he shrugged, “you intrigue me.” He sat up, dark hair tousled. Abs rippled beneath his golden skin while he ran an outstretched hand over a strong jaw already shadowed with growth.
Such masterful hands, she mused. They’d stroked and caressed in all the right places, until she’d quivered with lust, then undulated with pleasure. She forced back the memory and a sudden, feverish ache.
Arching a brow, she queried throatily, “Really? I guess you’re bored with simpering women?”
A muscle jerked along his unyielding jaw. Then he grinned and pushed to his feet before taking a few strides her way. The pad of his thumb brushed beneath her chin. “You’re extraordinary, do you know that?”
Something passed between them, some kind of magnetic pull that held her breathless and still. “You have no idea,” she whispered.
His eyes widened, and his hand dropped. Spell broken. “You’re so sure of that?”
She looked away, disorientated. Never before had it felt as if all her highly-developed senses had short-circuited, leaving her vulnerable. Exposed. She swayed, perversely thankful for his hands that immediately lifted to frame her hips, steadying her.
“Kia?”
Her vision blurred, and she closed her eyes for a second before stepping out of his hold and looking back up. “I never told you my name.”
Hardness lurked beneath the brilliant shimmer of his stare. Without warning, his head dropped to hers. His mouth covered her lips in an open-mouthed kiss that jump-started every nerve ending in her body and made her forget for just one moment, her single-minded purpose.
As quickly, he pulled back, expression fierce. “Amore. You didn’t need to tell me who you are.”
What? Her blood simmered, her pulses leaping into overdrive. She took a breath, then another. When she at last spoke, her voice came out like frost. “Did you make inquiries before taking me to bed? Checked out my references, perhaps?
His white teeth glinted amusement, raising her blood to boiling point as he climbed to his feet, clearly deeming her question unworthy of an answer.
Bastard!
His sinewy body hard and sleek, he shrugged into his white evening shirt, then pulled up dark briefs and tailored pants over his long, powerful thighs.
A growl caught at the back of her throat. Damn him. Surely he could stay just a little longer? Bring her to orgasm just once more? Hell, most people would yet be stirring from their sleep!
No, it was better that he left. She’d never wished for anything above an extraordinary lay and she wasn’t about to start now. It was her bloodlust twitching hungrily, tempting her to sample him again, to have him deep inside her while she lost herself to exquisite sensation, mewling with bliss.
Even now her fingers itched to unbutton his shirt and pants. Just once more, explore his hard ridges of muscled sinew and bone, his satin-soft skin with the faint but highly erotic scent of cinnamon and musk.
He laced up his shoes, and then straightened. Tall and forbidding, his eyes were only too dispassionate when he looked at her. “If you’re interested in my offer, meet me in the motel foyer. Tonight. Eight o’clock sharp.
Kia carefully emphasized the unusual green-gold shade of her eyes as she applied a coat of black mascara to her lashes. Capping the lid, she took one last look in the mirror.
Drop dead gorgeous? Yes. But only tonight had she truly been glad of her inherited looks.
Copper hair streaked with natural shades of amber and blonde fell halfway down her back. It swished against the bared skin along her spine where a designer, cherry-red gown with its plunging front and back V-neckline, showed off her curves.
None would ever guess that beneath the delicate woman lurked a monster, half-starved and restrained by the barest thread of steely determination. Just one sniff of human blood, one drop, and all her resolve could easily snap.
A pure vampire she was not, but her fundamental needs were just as fierce as any of the murderous purebreds. That she never killed in bloodlust, and her senses inherited from her surrogate, bloodsucker father were mostly unrivalled, seemed to be the only distinction.
But tonight wasn’t about her. Tonight, it was about her mother’s survival. It was as simple and harsh as that.
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Kallie Revealed (coming soon)
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Blurb:
When Kallie’s fairytale life turns into a nightmare, she refuses to dwell in its shadow. For too long she’s yearned to live life outside the square, experience things she’d once been too afraid to try.
Becoming every man’s fantasy as a stripper drives away the constant ache within and helps make her feel beautiful again. Except, she discovers even fantasies have a dark side.
A rising star in the corporate world, Seth Masterton is everything Kallie has ever wanted. He’s watched her every performance and isn’t shy about his desire. But is this possessive man really the one for her?
Sneak Peek Excerpt:
Chapter One
He was here again.
Kallie knew it the moment she strutted onto the stage in a white cowgirl hat and matching, sleek tasseled dress. Even when the Sydney club echoed with wolf whistles and lewd cheers, from somewhere in the crowd she felt his stare.
Seth Masterton. A man going up in the stratosphere. A rising star in the corporate world. He could have any woman he wanted, and yet, here he was, watching her.
Her skin tingled, her pulses thudding like a freight train quickly gaining speed. She smiled. It seemed he liked what he saw and, hell, she wasn’t one to disappoint.
Not anymore.
Heavy bass flooded the stage. A spotlight dazzled directly above her, the spectator’s faces now dim in the crowd as she threw her head back and then strode forward, hips swiveling to the beat before she grabbed hold of the centre pole and executed a turn.
Ha. The audience would expect more, but she liked to tease, liked the pretence of innocence before she showed her true self. Literally.
Shoulder blades bracketed against the pole, Kallie leaned back, tan thigh-high heeled boots spread wide and arms above her head as she slithered down and then ever so slowly up. It was just her and the music now. The men, and probably a few women, were all silent, salivating as she did her thing.
A delicious thrill zapped straight between her thighs. Yes, she danced for everyone who’d paid to watch. But in reality, Kallie danced for only one person. Seth.
She straightened, and the tips of her fingers traced the outer rim of her cowgirl hat. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she launched it through the air, her arrow-straight blonde hair immediately cascading to her waist.
A roar of approval met her performance. The room pulsed with energy and crackled with lust, and Kallie couldn’t deny the excitement leaping within.
She stilled, closing her eyes to soak it all in. She could have any man—or woman, here tonight: married, gay, rich or poor. The knowledge licked through her veins and made her pussy wet.
She’d fuck Seth tonight.
With a smile of anticipation, she opened her eyes and sashayed forward. A hidden, industrial fan ensured the sudden gust of air whipped back her long hair and pressed the white dress against her straining breasts.
A chair waited for her at the front of the stage, and she stilled behind it while she looked out into the darkness to her left, sensing Seth’s presence. She shivered with longing.
This is for you.
One hand resting on the high-backed seat, she gyrated to the music while her other hand lifted. Her fingers one-by-one released the studs at the front of her dress. It peeled open to reveal glimpses of gold-tanned flesh and barely-there, crimson lace underwear.
The music peaked and then went silent. She heard someone moan even before the light slipped away and ran over the crowd.
She stepped out of her dress and kicked it to one side. And in the cover of shadows she allowed her smile to fade while long repressed grief stirred and swelled.
It was bizarre how life had panned out. Sorrow had catapulted her onto this journey of self-discovery, this exploring of her fantasies, where for the brief moments when she was on stage she felt whole, beautiful again.
Oh, god. Don’t think about it, not now!
The light stilled and illuminated a man’s shadowy figure, revealing the hand he had stuffed into his pants as he fondled himself. Some men nearby choked out a laugh. More yet shuffled their feet and looked away, clearly relieved it wasn’t any one of them who’d been caught in the act.
Loud bass recommenced. Light flooded back on stage, all attention returning to Kallie.
She took a deep breath and gave a high-wattage smile. She looked great. She knew that now, believed it even without the stage, the props and admiring stares. The lacy red thong kissed the valley between her cheeks and nibbled her clit just so. Her matching bra barely restrained her breasts pushed high and pouty.
Flowing to the music, Kallie half-spun and dropped onto the chair. She straddled it before arching back and displaying a supple body that was still toned and fit, thanks to a love of gymnastics.
Few would care. Half the crowd would dream about what position they’d like to fuck her in, the other half would be craning their necks to see if her breasts would finally defy gravity and spill free from their constraint.
Let them fantasize.
The beat changed, and keeping her legs straight, she flexed her thighs apart, her pussy high and almost dripping as her hands roamed over her torso and dipped under her bra to caress nipples, which strained for her own well-practiced touch.
Oh, yes.
She sighed, aching for release, aching for a man’s touch—one man’s touch. Soon. Soon she’d have what she craved.
Hooking her feet under the crossbar at the back of the secured chair, she hoisted herself up before pivoting to face the crowd. Sitting straight, her feet together and butt cheeks on the very edge of the seat, she took hold of her knees and slowly pulled her legs apart.
I’ve got them now.
Yearning was palpable and filled the air like an electric charge, and for a moment Kallie pondered just how many cocks were close to bursting.
She tossed her head forward, allowing her hair to spiral down and curtain a triumphant grin. Composed, she whipped it back and shook out the long tresses before coming to her feet.
She’d drawn her act out long enough. It was time to bring it to a close.
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