Tuesday, December 31, 2013

'Made Whole' Release Countdown ~ 2 Days #eroticromance #paranormal

2 Days before 'Made Whole' Releases.... Preorder is available for the second book in the Willie Krenshaw series...


Renae Gioli isn’t looking for adventure but it finds her in the form of an Italian speaking man named Alexandre DiMassone. The moment she hears his voice in a crappy dive bar she’s entranced. His strange behavior on the dance floor leaves her hot, wanting, and scared.
He’s captivated by her eyes and even as he fights it the vampire can’t help himself. Can he push aside his jaded attitude and embrace what Fate has given him before he loses her? His obsession spells trouble and lust for her. Kidnapping her was never in the cards, but he doesn’t have the willpower to let her walk away.
Rogue vampires, cougar shifters, and more intrude on their time. Can she forgive him for forcing his will on her and changing her entire life in a single bite? His arrogance knows no bounds but she catches a glimpse of the confusion beneath.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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Excerpt:
Alexandre DiMassone stood in the smoky room, absorbing thoughts and emotions from the fifty-odd patrons milling around the bar. He rested against the wall, hiding in the shadows cast by the sparse lighting. He breathed in the scent of humans and grinned. This was his secret passion. He lived for Friday nights. They allowed him to immerse himself in the stink of humanity. By the end of the night he would select one fromthe masses and make a meal of them, but until then he would enjoy the noise, the smells and the beating hearts of the prey.
His turn to take the small stage approached. From the conversations around him it seemed that many of the females had come to see him perform. He couldn’t help smirking. If they only knew what he was, and how much danger the entire room was in while he stood within the walls. Some days he toyed with the idea of killing all of the humans around him with a single thought just to see if he still could. Or to take control of their minds and march them out into the rain to watch their confusion when he released his hold.
Some days he had to find reasons to get out of bed because of the boredom and lack of reasons to rise. He’d seen them all, tasted them all, and fucked them all. There wasn’t a single experience he hadn’t had already in his almost two thousand years. Nothing touched the cold, disconnected heart that beat slowly in his chest. He couldn’t even remember the last time the organ had raced for anything. Even chasing prey and feeding didn’t matter any longer. He did both to remain alive, but even that was becoming a bore.
He sighed before pulling his guitar from his case. He’d chosen an old Italian lullaby that he’d adapted to an acoustical rock song. The words wouldn’t matter anyway, once he started singing the spell would be cast, and everyone would move by his command, his thoughts. Was it cheating to use his gifts? He used to think so, but when he entered a song nothing else mattered. It was the one time, the one place where he could lose himself for a few moments and feel something. With the emotions came the outpouring of his powers. He wasn’t harming the humans by letting them bask in his control. He wasn’t using it to send them all running into traffic. No, he let them feel the song the way he did, the way music should be felt. They should fall at his feet and worship him for the amount of true living he gave them while he sang.
He took the final step onto the stage and immediately the attention of the building shifted to him. He picked the first chord and began to sing. His eyes closed on their own, his thoughts flowing back through time to his mother and her love of the song. The memory of the smells of Italy, sitting with his mama while she sang to him flowed through his thoughts. The energy inside began to build, his heart opened and he let the energy flow through him into the crowd.
His mind drifted through the short song. He quickly closed off the memories of when the song had meaning, or had been sung to others. Those were too close to the surface when he sang, too easily they could hurt him. He focused on the music and the energy flowing from the crowd to him. When he was finishing the song he opened his eyes and found himself held by the most gorgeous chocolate gaze he’d ever seen. He faltered for a millisecond before catching himself and continuing the last few notes.

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Willie Krenshaw wanted nothing more than a few minutes watching the waters of Lake Erie after a long workday. What she ended up with was a drugged male vampire and an itch to be a Good Samaritan.
When her inner kitty starts sniffing around at the male she's helping, she knows Fate's evil sense of humor is in full swing. Being a shifter-vampire hybrid is hard enough, but having a male vampire as her fated mate is just too much.
Nickola, the vampire she assists, finds her breathtaking and does all he can to push Fate's agenda.
Stephen is the male vampire Nickola is investigating for the Council. He takes aim at the couple, intent on pulling Nick to his side or killing him. Between Stephen's scheming and the Council's interest in Willie, can they survive the chaos long enough to test the depths of their passions?

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