It’s the last day of the Velvet Cataclysm contest. Many thanks to Larissa, Cynthia and Moira for peeks at their awesome books and their generosity, and thanks to everyone who has attended the party.
As some of you already know, I usually write either erotic or straight contemporaries, but I do love a good paranormal. For the Princes of the Underground series, I really threw myself into the project and had a great time creating a unique race of men and the powerful women who can grant them a singular gift–a soul. I just finished the second in the series, tentatively called Silken Rapture. Velvet Cataclym hits bookstores March 1! Check it out, and comment to win a $20 Amazon gift card tonight. All the other prizes will be announced tonight, as well!
Available in Print
March 1, 2011!
In his battle to resist, he found the impossible. His soul.
Christina Astor’s telepathic ability is an asset in her job as a psychiatric social worker. What’s driving her crazy, though, is her elusive, gorgeous landlord. She senses that Saint Sevliss wants her with an all-consuming hunger that’s somehow…different. Just how different becomes all too clear when his dangerous world collides with hers.
For centuries, Saint’s kind have been called vampire and werewolf. Even soulless. But their true nature remains a mystery. Bound by a magical mandate to control his bloodthirsty clone, Teslar, at all costs, Saint will do anything to keep Christina away. She infuses his gray universe with life and color, but his world—and his need—would destroy her.
When an attack reveals the true power of Christina’s gift, one thing is certain—Teslar won’t rest in his underground labyrinth until he possesses her, body and soul…
“Run. You too, Alison,” she shouted, although she saw from the corner of her eye the thin girl remained frozen on the spot as she stared fixedly at Teslar. At least she heard her son’s rapid footsteps blending with the monotonous churn of the escalator engine.
The sight of the blood in her mouth caused one of the hideous males to let out a shriek of excitement. The tall one with the chestnut hair snarled, his handsome face twisted in fury. He barked an order.
The creatures tensed to pounce while their comrade continued to howl in pain and clutch wildly at his face. Christina braced herself, legs slightly spread, knees bent and fists cocked. She didn’t stand a chance against the nightmare monsters and she knew it. She lived only for the fading thump of Aidan’s tennis shoes as he leapt up the escalator. The creature farthest to her right—the one with a mouthful of pointed teeth and who wore what revoltingly looked like a necklace of human vertebrae—gave a throat-tearing snarl and sprang.
Christina prepared to die.
Something smacked into the monster midair with a dull thud. Her would-be-attacker fell to the platform floor several feet short of Christina, a large, dark gray wolf clamped around his throat. He writhed madly, trying to throw the animal off him. Howls of fury sliced through the still air as four more wolves launched themselves at the creatures, their pointed, gleaming teeth slashing and biting.
Christina turned away, knowing this was her only chance to follow her son.
“Alison!” she shouted again, trying to break through the young woman’s trance. She followed the girl’s rapturous stare. Teslar stood upright on the handrail of the escalator, a beautiful dark angel ready to take flight. He leapt and took to the air, his long coat billowing out behind him like leathery wings. He landed at the top of the down escalator. Aidan was just three steps away from him.
Teslar smiled at Aidan, his fangs fully bared.
“No,” Christina yelled, launching herself up the escalator. Teslar reached out for the boy. Aidan threw up his hand, instinctively trying to block Teslar’s grabbing fist. Teslar lunged back as though he’d been pushed, a look of surprise on his face. Christina paused, mouth hanging open when she saw a figure step behind and just to the right of Teslar—a figure that precisely matched Teslar’s height and breadth.
This book contains some violence and smoking hot, explicit sex. In addition, there is brief M/M sexual interaction and a ménage a trois.