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Sink your teeth into a steamy vampire romance from USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Rivard...
I'm a slayer. He's a vampire.
Bard crossed the room. His reflection loomed over mine in the plate glass. "You're not afraid." He seemed curious, and a little surprised.
I sipped my vodka tonic. "No."
"Good." He tucked a curl behind my ear. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself."
"Yeah?" I took his wine glass and set it on the table, then lifted his wrist and ran my lips over the sensitive underside. His skin was cool with an earthy, very male scent. He stilled in the way vampires can so that even their sluggish heart stops beating.
"What are you doing?" His voice was strained.
I scraped my teeth over his wrist. "Earning my pay."
Welcome to the shadow world of Blood Courtesans. Where vampires are real, and one wants me - bad.
I'm the perfect slayer. Smart. Sexy. And lethal as hell.
But I want out. Just as I make plans to disappear, I'm forced to take one more job. Go undercover as a blood courtesan and slay a gorgeous blond vampire.
But it's a setup, and the only way out is to join forces with my target to find the real villain.
The last thing I expect is to fall in love... (Cerise and Bard's story)
The Vampire Blood Courtesans. It's not supposed to be about love...until it is.
**NOTE: Compelled: Cerise was previously published in Michelle Fox's Blood Courtesans Boxed Set: Awakenings.** Excerpt (BARD): Her breath quickened. I held her still, lightly controlling her as I set my fangs to the sweet skin beneath her ear. She tensed, and I knew she expected me to bite, but in my world, seduction was a slow, unhurried dance. A vampire could live hundreds of years. Why rush?
I moved my mouth to her earlobe, tonguing the small, jewel-encrusted hoop I found there and waiting until her shoulders eased. Then I nipped her lobe, quick and sharp, careful not to break the skin.
Cerise's heartbeat kicked into high gear. I smiled against her cheek. Oh yes, the two of us were going to be good together.
"You're mine." I soothed the small pain with my tongue. "Tell me now and we can have a contract drawn up."
Her head turned, and our mouths met. Her tongue slipped over my lips, licked between them.
Once again, I was struck by her lack of fear. The dominant male in me reared up, eager to tangle with her. Not that I wanted her to be afraid of me - never that - but most women exercised a healthy caution around a vampire. Cerise, though, didn't seem to care if she roused the predator lurking beneath my expensive suit...
Genre: Paranormal Romance
I'm a slayer. He's a vampire.
Bard crossed the room. His reflection loomed over mine in the plate glass. "You're not afraid." He seemed curious, and a little surprised.
I sipped my vodka tonic. "No."
"Good." He tucked a curl behind my ear. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself."
"Yeah?" I took his wine glass and set it on the table, then lifted his wrist and ran my lips over the sensitive underside. His skin was cool with an earthy, very male scent. He stilled in the way vampires can so that even their sluggish heart stops beating.
"What are you doing?" His voice was strained.
I scraped my teeth over his wrist. "Earning my pay."
Welcome to the shadow world of Blood Courtesans. Where vampires are real, and one wants me - bad.
I'm the perfect slayer. Smart. Sexy. And lethal as hell.
But I want out. Just as I make plans to disappear, I'm forced to take one more job. Go undercover as a blood courtesan and slay a gorgeous blond vampire.
But it's a setup, and the only way out is to join forces with my target to find the real villain.
The last thing I expect is to fall in love... (Cerise and Bard's story)
The Vampire Blood Courtesans. It's not supposed to be about love...until it is.
**NOTE: Compelled: Cerise was previously published in Michelle Fox's Blood Courtesans Boxed Set: Awakenings.** Excerpt (BARD): Her breath quickened. I held her still, lightly controlling her as I set my fangs to the sweet skin beneath her ear. She tensed, and I knew she expected me to bite, but in my world, seduction was a slow, unhurried dance. A vampire could live hundreds of years. Why rush?
I moved my mouth to her earlobe, tonguing the small, jewel-encrusted hoop I found there and waiting until her shoulders eased. Then I nipped her lobe, quick and sharp, careful not to break the skin.
Cerise's heartbeat kicked into high gear. I smiled against her cheek. Oh yes, the two of us were going to be good together.
"You're mine." I soothed the small pain with my tongue. "Tell me now and we can have a contract drawn up."
Her head turned, and our mouths met. Her tongue slipped over my lips, licked between them.
Once again, I was struck by her lack of fear. The dominant male in me reared up, eager to tangle with her. Not that I wanted her to be afraid of me - never that - but most women exercised a healthy caution around a vampire. Cerise, though, didn't seem to care if she roused the predator lurking beneath my expensive suit...
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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