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A little teaser from the vampire book

I’m almost 40,000 words into the first draft of the vampire story. It doesn’t have a title yet, or an ending (although I know most of what will happen). I’m thinking it is going to be a shorter novel, perhaps 70,000 words. Of course, we all know how well that went the last time. I’m struggling a little with the pacing… when to have the big dramatic parts and when to have more of the base mystery, but I’m getting there.

So here’s a juicy little teaser scene. Note: This is unedited. So take it with a grain of salt.

Nic snarled and a blue flannel blur was all Eva saw before he had captured both of her wrists, holding them over her head as he pressed her down on the rickety sofa. She felt his bulk holding her and she bucked and struggled, but he was too strong.

“You are immune to the incanto, cara. And you are strong. But nowhere near as strong as we are. Do you think if one of my kind wanted to restrain you that they would have any trouble?” His eyes were dark and dangerous now, and the lips that had curved into a smile were now pressed thin. His heart thudded slowly and deliberately against her chest and she was hyper aware of the rich scent of coffee on his breath, the masculine scent of tobacco and cedar that permeated his skin, and the hard bulge between his legs.

“Let me up,” she begged, unable to keep her voice steady for the second time that morning. “Please.”

Nic’s head dipped closer and she felt the press of his lips to hers. They were warm, full, and utterly and completely possessive. His tongue pushed against hers, caressing softly, then boldly, and she inhaled his scent, felt the press of his cock through the denim, and the low rumbling in his throat that spoke of the pleasure so long denied both of them.

Her hips shifted under him and her nipples hardened to sensitive nubs under her shirt, aching for release. He shifted his hands, braceleting her wrists with his left so his right could skim down her body, pinching the throbbing point on her left breast so she cried out under his lips. He edged her legs apart with his thigh and she pushed against him, feeling the desperate need arc through her. It had never been like this. With David, there had been fumbling uncertainty, a gentle warmth, a slight pop of release as she came, if he cared to let her come at all, but with Nic… Eva knew with him, there would be so much more.

I want you,” Eva heard his thoughts and she whimpered softly. Her body craved his as no other before. He tasted of heat, of rich spice. His free hand deftly undid the buttons on her shirt and then moved on to her pants. She struggled against his iron grip, desperately needing to touch him, but he held her fast. Her tongue explored his mouth, playful, teasing over his teeth until she felt his fangs descend and she gasped, trying to pull her lips away from his.

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