I’ve been working on a new series. Soon, I’ll let you know more about it 😉
Here’s a little eye-candy to keep you going!
I think Detective Orrick Sterling could have used this guy’s help!
Here’s what can happen when you try to catch a fay.
He needed a break in this case. There was nothing he hated more than a cold-blooded killer. The victims had all been strangled, but from the coroner’s report, the strangling was happening post-mortem. The murderous fay was probably feeding off the human’s souls and trying to make it look like a serial strangler was catting around killing people.
This fay was good. So far, no evidence was left behind other than a miniscule trace of fay dust. Not about to give up, Orrick ran the beam of light over a larger area. Just outside of the room, the light shone on something golden. He walked over and slid the item out from under its hiding place beneath a three-tiered plant stand.
He spoke the magical words again. A grin curled his lips as he stood. While the button continued to glow, someone entered the room. Surprise transformed his face. The prettiest, most delicate fay female he’d ever seen stood before him. Dark gold hair danced over her glittery, light-golden shoulders. Her skin was mesmerizing. If he’d been into females, he would have been instantly ready to ride her.
She waltzed over and snatched the button from his hand. “That’s mine.” A fine-boned finger tapped her delicate chin as she looked him over. “You know too much. I can’t have the cops on my tail. Sorry.”
Orrick had the feeling that she really was sorry. That feeling didn’t help him out though. Her hand reached up and rested on his cheek. His jaw muscles relaxed and she started repeating a few words over and over. He wanted to push her away, but his muscles refused to cooperate.
Thunderstruck, he realized that his gaze was snared by hers.
Pain pounded through his head as he felt his body start to weaken.
The Detective’s Vampire Mate
I think this man could help the guys out in Vamp Mates 4!
Here’s a look into Mairig’s first day at the Wyckoff house.
Joaquin bared his fangs and Mairig thought he’d faint. This place was not as safe as he’d thought. A few more men bounded into the room. They all stopped halfway across the room and sniffed the air. Their eyes zeroed in on him a second later.
He squeaked and ran through the swinging door and right into a menacing-looking man. His newly developing vampdar sense told him it was another vampire. This one was even bigger than Joaquin.
Darting past the man and toward the stairs that led to Caleb’s rooms, Mairig screamed when a transparent man appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Unable to stop, he ran right through the man.
Another scream started to erupt from him, but he clamped his hand over his mouth as he ran like the hounds of hell were after him.
October is perfectly fang in neck weather!
In Mate of Two Vampires this guy could have helped Pierce out!
Pierce rubbed his good eye and looked for the man in the woods and around his own truck. The man was gone. He heard the crunching of tires on his limestone driveway but didn’t see any vehicle. What the fuck!
He briefly wondered if he had sustained some brain trauma from all the hits to his head. The crackling and popping of his house being eaten by fire drew his attention. He wasn’t so messed up that he couldn’t understand that. All of his belongs were being devoured by yellow, orange, and red flames.
I’m pretty sure this guy is one of Tristan’s vampire friends!
Here’s a taste of Caught by His Vampire Mate.
Conlin squirmed under Tristan’s intense stare and yelped when the vampire growled and lifted him into his arms. Within the blink of an eye they misted into Tristan’s bathroom.
He was released long enough for the vampire to turn the water in the tub on full blast. “Strip,” Tristan commanded roughly.
The thought of refusing never occurred to him. There was a wild aura coming off Tristan that he’d never seen before. With unsteady hands he shed his torn, dirty clothes.