Blurb: “They sent you here to kill me, but that’s not what you’re here to do. You’re here to own me . . .”
I let my blood hit that contract—thought it was a joke.
Later, I convinced myself it was a hallucination.
Truth is, I sold my soul.
“I awoke surrounded by death. It wasn’t long until I realized it’d all been by my hand . . . and my teeth.”
They call themselves The Bestowers.
They’ll give you the world, but it’ll come at a price.
And before they send their assassins after you, they’ll bring out the monstrous darkness within.
You’ll kill and destroy every bit of the gift they gave you, leaving nothing behind in your wake.
My time is up and they’ve chosen their most dangerous murderer to end my miserable life.
“I dreamt of her before I met her. I saw her. Tasted her. She’s a stain on my insides I can never erase.”
Her destiny isn’t to kill me, but she will own my soul.
I would’ve been better off dying by her hellish flames.
About the Author:
N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I.Lynn, and many others. At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
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When Emerald La Roe ran away 300 years ago, she had not planned to return. However, after repeated dreams from Goddess Morrigan, Emerald finally realizes she has no choice. Emerald not only finds a magical sword waiting for her, but her dead husband also.
It seems Stefan O’ Duff wants’ reconciliation and help to cure the curse they share. Emerald would rather see him dead than be with him again, she has someone else to consider though. Her new love, Maxwell Howard a werewolf, who through sharing blood with Emerald, now faces the same fate as Emerald and Stefan. For the cure to work, Emerald has to put her hatred of Stefan aside and consent to share his bed again.
Can Emerald put 300 years of anger aside to save them or will she sacrifice all their futures and kill him as she swore to do?
Conroy was waiting to escort us into the dining room. Violet was sitting at the head of the table with two place settings one on each side of her. “Come sit. There is no reason to be shy here.” Max took the one on her left while I took the other side. “Now, let’s have a lovely dinner, then you can tell me all about yourselves. I have to confess I have never met a werewolf before.”
We followed her lead and talked of nothing important throughout dinner, when we were finished she led us into my father’s old study.
“Would either of you care for an after dinner drink or some tea?”
I knew it was a test, so I answered in my most professional voice.
“Coffee would be lovely, thank you. Cream and sugar please.”
She gave me a look I couldn’t read. “Very good, my dear. You will make a lovely La Roe.”
“What do you mean a lovely La Roe, I am already one?”
“Of course you are my dear, but being a La Roe is and means more than just a name. You must carry yourself as it now benefits your station in life. The Isle of Man is now part of Great Britain also Northern Ireland, and as such, you are now accountable to both of them. You are considered one of the last of royalty left here and must behave as such, your people need you to guide them throughout life and the courts.”
“Courts? What are you talking about? My father was a duke, but I cannot claim the title Princess gained from my marriage, no one can know I am still alive.”
“Your being a Princess is exactly what I am referring too.
My name is Dee, I am a mother of 5 amazing children and 4 grandchildren. My First Novel, La Roe’s was nominated for the Golden Rose Awards in 2006. It has been re-released and is available on Amazon thanks to the amazing editing help from Cindy, Personalized Marketing Inc manager. My Second novel Fay’s Wish was just re-released in eBook format.
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My Sweet Vampire
Arabella Holmes
Paranormal Romance Erotica
Publisher: Little Willow
Out 29th November 2020
ASIN: B08N66SBMK
Number of pages:478
Word Count: 170,000
Cover Artist: E L Savage
One night with a vampire hypnotherapist is an experience no woman will ever forget.
Meet Dr Nick Craven – a renowned hypnotherapist who works in London’s affluent Harley Street. Tall, dark and debonair, Nick is everything a woman could want. Except for one thing – Nick Craven is a vampire with an insatiable blood lust.
When the beautiful Carly Singleton books a session with him to help her quit smoking, Nick is overwhelmed by desire and will do anything to get her into his bed.
One night with a vampire hypnotherapist is an experience no woman will ever forget.
Can Carly resist Nick’s devilish charms and will she live to tell the tale?
My Sweet Vampire is a steamy page turner that will keep you guessing right until the end.
Our suite is on
the second floor of the hotel. As soon as we get inside, Nick switches on the
lights, and I feel a flutter of apprehension. My legs are weak and it’s a
struggle to put one foot in front of the other. I can’t believe I’m about to do
something I’ve dreamed of constantly since the first day we met. And yet, a
part of me is petrified I’ll end up disappointing him. It’s been so long, and
I’m so out of practice. What if this is all a big mistake?
Folding my arms
across my chest, I step into the bedroom area of our suite. It’s breathtaking,
with a king-size bed, leather-panelled walls, a plasma-screen TV and a balcony
with a panoramic view of the River Thames. By the window is a large cocktail
cabinet, a gas fire and an ornately carved walk-in wardrobe. To my right, a
glass partition slides back to reveal a spectacular bathroom with marbled
walls, a huge stone bath and a gold-plated shower.
Suddenly, I
start to panic; things are moving too fast.
“I’m sorry. I
don’t think I can do this.” I turn to go, but before I reach the door, Nick’s
in front of me, barring my exit.
“Please don’t
go,” he begs, slipping his finger under my chin so he can see my eyes.
“Nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it to. We can just sit here and
talk, or watch a movie. I don’t want this night to be over. Please, stay. Is
that too much to ask?” I stare up at him and for the first time, I see a
desperation that almost matches my own. “Nothing’s going to happen,” he
repeats. “Scout’s honour, I promise to be on my best behaviour. I just want to
spend some time with you, Carly.”
My head is
screaming for me to get out of there, but his eyes hold me entranced and my
body is refusing to take instruction.
At last, I let
out a sigh. “All right, I’ll stay.”
Bowing my head,
I allow him to lead me over to the bed, and for what seems like forever, the
two of us sit side by side, looking away from each other, the air thick with
unspoken tension. My arms are still folded across my chest, putting up an
invisible barrier between us. The screeching silence pulsates through the room
like an electric current.
I start getting
heart palpitations; Nick’s giving me long, lingering looks that make my body
tingle. He’s probing me deep, reading my face like my features are
hieroglyphics.
Suddenly, he
leans forward and whispers, “You’re so beautiful. Can I touch you?”
I catch my
breath then nod slowly.
Cautiously, he
reaches out and tenderly caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. Then he
gently strokes my hair and the dip and hollow of my ears, his fingers warm and
slightly shaky. With a shock, I realise he’s just as scared as I am, and this
knowledge makes me feel a little less insecure.
Slowly, his hand
travels down the side of my face, then down to my neck, and lightly caresses
the sculpted base of my throat. As he works his way back up, tracing the
outline of my veins, I marvel at the silky softness of his fingers.
“Shall I take
off your jacket?” he breathes.
I swallow hard.
“Y-yes.”
With deliberate
slowness, Nick eases off my coat and drops it to the floor. Then he takes off
his own and I find myself becoming aroused as he fixes me with an expression so
hungry, it’s like he’s got me paralysed. Desire spreads under my skin and burns
me all over as he sits back down next to me. His sweet cologne is making my
head spin.
“You’re
trembling,” he observes.
I drop my hands
into my lap. Damn. He wasn’t supposed to see that.
“Don’t be afraid
…” He reaches out again and delicately touches my lips, my nose, my eyelids. I
arch my back and moan softly as his strong hands slither down to my waist and
pull me closer to him.
“Can I kiss
you?”
I nod mutely.
Tentatively,
Nick presses his lips against my cheek and breathes in my scent. Lightly, he
kisses his way from the corner of my mouth to my neck and runs his hot tongue
in and out of my ear hole. The heat from his breath makes me crazy and I utter
a low groan of pleasure.
Goaded by my
desire, he gently but firmly tilts my face toward him. His lips brush the
periphery of my cupid’s bow, teasing me into a frenzy that shoots straight to
my crotch. With trembling hands, he cups my cheeks and takes my mouth in his,
pulling on my lower lip with his teeth. I whimper as he kisses me hard and
deep, his long, agile tongue plunging down my throat with reckless abandon,
igniting an inferno of longing inside me. The force of his need leaves me
breathless, his soft lips eating me out like he wants to consume every piece of
me. No one has ever kissed me this way before, and the depth of his passion
tips me to the brink of insanity.
For what seems
forever, our tongues glide together in a flurry of unrelenting lust. Finally we
pause for air, and the room is quiet except for the sound of our heavy
breathing. Nick stares down at me, his body shuddering in a way that indicates
he’s trying mighty hard not to act on a violent impulse.
Instinctively, I
raise my fingers to my lips; they feel all puckered and bruised.
“It’s been so
long,” he murmurs. “So very long …” His hand snakes around my back and starts
to lower the zipper of my dress. I moan as he brings his face level with mine
and whispers, “I promise I won’t go too crazy.”
About the Author:
Arabella Holmes grew up in Wandsworth, South London. From a young age she developed a great love of horror films and gothic romances. Her favourite director is Stanley Kubrick and her favourite authors include Charlotte Bronte, Sarah Waters and Mark Edwards. When she isn’t writing, Arabella enjoys directing short films for the festival circuit and looking after her cat, Mambo. An avid tea drinker, Arabella can be found hanging out in cosy London cafes in search of new brews to tease her taste buds. My Sweet Vampire is her first Paranormal Romance novel.
