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Adriana Kraft Launches Vegas Gambler with a Great Giveaway


Vegas Gambler

Meghan’s Playhouse Series

By Adriana Kraft


Vegas Gambler will be on tour from March 5 through April 5, and we’re giving away one free download from the Publisher’s Website to each of two winners. Winners may select from books One through Four in our Meghan’s Playhouse Series. You can find all series books at this link: http://www.extasybooks.com/meghan-s-playhouse/. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.


About the Book:



He’s fifty-one, they’re in their twenties. Can Jack Hawthorne keep up with two women? How will he protect his heart?


Fresh with success from a recent stint in a musical on the Las Vegas Strip, Meghan Keenan takes some time off to play with her current flame, Jack Hawthorne, professional poker player. She’s delighted to add her petite masseuse Tia Minh to the mix and even more thrilled when she learns Tia’s relationship with her boyfriend Tony Sanders is on the skids. It’s the perfect challenge!


Tia has different ideas – she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.


Ever the gambler, Jack catches on to her game quickly and keeps the ruse going behind Meg’s back. Who knew his heart was up for grabs?


This is a Contemporary Erotic Romance.


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Jack cocked his head to the side. “You sure you won’t stay beyond the summer?”

Meg shook her head. They’d been over this ground before. “You know I need to get back to New York. I need to get on with my life.”

“Sorry I’m such a drag on you.” He gave her a wicked smile. “And you always say my age doesn’t matter.”

“Fifty-one doesn’t make you ancient.”

“I have my days,” Jack said, flipping over a card. “But I know what we have is transitory. Don’t worry about me getting carried away.” He smirked. “But you have been a breath of fresh air for me.”

“Cripes, the way you hang out around poker tables, anyone would provide a breath of fresh air.” Meg smiled and purposely softened her tone. “And you’ve been very good for me, too. I don’t know how I would’ve made it through the hectic pace of the last six months without your steady influence. You’ve always been there, and with few demands.”

“Perhaps,” Jack began wistfully, “I should’ve been more demanding.” He must’ve seen her nostrils flare, because he lifted a hand, forestalling her response. “You’ve renewed my faith in life.” He grinned devilishly. “Even in love.”



About the Author:

Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More.

One man, one woman, danger and intrigue – always a happy ending, but oh, what a ride! Readers can count on our Romantic Suspense line for gutsy characters, hot sex, and breathtaking intimacy as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.

A man, a woman (or two), or another man, threesomes, foursomes—what’s your fantasy? We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination. Here you’ll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

Together we have published over thirty-five romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. We love hearing from readers at adrianakraft99@yahoo.com, and here is our website:


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Izzy Szyn Launches Lizzy’s Temptation with a Great Giveaway



Izzy is giving away a $15 Amazon Gift Certificate and 2 ebooks of the winners’ choice from her backlist. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.


About Lizzy’s Temptation:

When Lizzy sneaks into an event where actress Ivory Rodgers was scheduled to appear, she gets more than she bargained for. Ivory Rodgers is hotter, sexier in person and takes Lizzy under her control.



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Lizzy’s Temptation Excerpt:

“Looking for the Ivory Rodgers’ party?” asked a soft feminine voice behind her.

“Yes,” answered Lizzy, turning her head. Holy shit, it was Ivory Rodgers. Just be cool, just be cool, she told herself.

“Come with me,” she smiled.

“Okay,” admitted Lizzy.

“I’m Ivory Rodgers,” she introduced herself, holding her hand out.

“Lizzy Holloway. It’s very nice to meet you,” she replied, shaking her hand. Damn, the woman was even hotter in person, tingles ran up her arm. Damn, she’d never been this way with anyone before.

“I love your hair and dress,” complimented Ivory, walking towards a ballroom.

“Thanks.” Self-consciously, Lizzy touched her hair, still getting used to the different shades of purple spiral curls hung down her back. “I just got it done today.”

“I like it,” smiled Ivory, her jet-black hair hung down the middle of her back. Her trademark hazel eyes, made it hard for Lizzy to turn away.

“There you are Ivory,” said a man that seemed to command the room with his presence. Tall, elegant in a black suit. “We’re about to start. Who’s this?”

“My new friend Lizzy Holloway,” introduced Ivory. “Lizzy this is Spencer.”

“Hi,” something about him told Lizzy he was used to commanding attention. That most people he encountered would do whatever he would say.

“Ivory, I warned you about doing this,” he said to her, looking worriedly at Lizzy. “I told you this needs to stop.”

“Why? When I can make new friends like Lizzy,” questioned Ivory. “Get something to eat, and I’ll be back soon. I won’t stay here long, then we can go somewhere quiet and get better acquainted.”

“Me?” Lizzy couldn’t stop the shock from her voice. Lizzy wanted to get better acquainted with her?

“Yes, you,” confirmed Ivory. “I can’t wait until I get you alone.”

Why did it sound like she’d been expecting Lizzy? Maybe she should leave? But then she’d miss the chance to get to talk to Ivory. This could be a night she’d never forget. Walking to the tables that lined the wall, she picked some stuff off the plates.

“Drink?” asked a waiter behind her.

“Thanks, do you have any Pepsi?” she asked. Thinking it might be better to keep her mind clear.

“Of course,” he nodded, “I’ll be right back.”





About Izzy Szyn:

New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls.



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Kay Jaybee Talks Trolley Kink with the Release of Making Him Wait Now Out



I’m delighted to be here, on the brilliant blog of my dear friend, KD Grace, as part of my blog tour for my artistically kinky BDSM romance novel, Making Him Wait.



Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas. But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge.

Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. However, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out.

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted.

Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time? The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!



As the blurb suggests, Maddie Templeton, self control freak, dominatrix, and professional sexual confidence booster, has been offered the chance of a lifetime. The opportunity to exhibit her work in a London gallery. There is only one problem; the only space the gallery can offer her means the art for exhibiting has to be gathered together in double-quick time- and that means calling in a lot of favours, and keeping the fascinating Theo Hunter at arm’s length so Maddie can concentrate on her artwork.


Against her better judgement, and with time against her, Maddie finds herself asking for modelling help from her manipulative ex-girlfriend, Tania.

It isn’t long however, before Tania’s high handed manner gets too much, and Maddie decides to teach her a lesson- via her artist’s trolley…and if she can use the situation to arouse make Theo’s wait for her more interesting, then all the better..

…Taking a deep breath and with a bend of her knees, Tania jumped so that she was sitting on top of the trolley. Edging
herself along in reverse, she positioned the small of her back in the very centre of cold metal tray. Slowly, so she didn’t wedge her shoulders against the hand rails that ran along the long sides of the trolley, Tania lay so her legs hung over one end and her head and neck hung over the other, her loose hair sweeping the floor.

Forcing herself to relax as much as possible, Tanis threaded her arms carefully through the side rails, letting them swing freely; trying not to think about how vulnerable she had allowed herself to become.

Secretly impressed at how easily Tania had got into position, and resisting the temptation to take a photograph for Theo there and then, Maddie gathered up some silk cord. Her face giving away nothing of her rising excitement, Maddie knelt by Tania’s left side, picked up her wrist, bent her arm at the elbow and wrapped the cord in a figure of eight around her limb and around the nearest trolley leg.

Rather than get up and move, Maddie took hold of the trolley and wheeled it in a sharp circle, causing Tania to forget all about her promise to be quiet. She yelped in surprise, her stomach churning over and her hair dusting the floor like a brush.

Ignoring her ex’s shocked protests, but noting mentally that she had now broken the no noise rule, Maddie tied Tania’s right arm in place before twisting the trolley twice more and securing her ankles to the remaining metal legs in a similar fashion.

The moment she was satisfied that Tania was unable to undo her fastenings simply by tugging at them, Maddie picked up her mobile.

Theo had evidently become impatient again.

Theo: The wait better be worth it

She didn’t bother to reply. Instead, she lined up her phone’s camera with the trolley, getting as much of Tania in the shot as possible, took a picture and sent the resulting image to Theo.

For once Maddie was not assailed by the urge to stop and paint the situation she’d orchestrated. This was not about obtaining a representation that would last forever. This was the creation of a personal antidote to all the times Tania had ordered her around – a way of working off the aggravation that had raced to the surface since her erstwhile girlfriend had re-crossed the threshold of her home.

At the back of her mind, Maddie’s determination to rid herself of the feeling that she was losing her touch spurred her on. If Theo wasn’t happy to hang on his fish hook and wait like all the men that had gone before him, then she needed to toughen up and raise her game – and fast.

Theo: OMG!!! What u going to do to her?Making Him Wait

Maddie: Wait and see

Tania tried to turn her neck to see what Maddie was doing. Never had she felt so exposed, yet the dull thud that was spreading through her trapped muscles wasn’t preventing a giddy yearning for Maddie to make her next move.

Ever since she had received Maddie’s answer phone message asking her to come and help with the exhibition, Tania had harboured faint hopes about resuming her life with the artist. Her body had wanted to take Maddie the instant she’d seen her open the front door. Yet this was a new Maddie, and the redhead had slowly come to the realisation that she was not the only one who wanted her. Whoever it was Maddie kept texting had to be a rival, and if Tania had one rule, it was never to lose to a rival, even if it was one you didn’t know and couldn’t see.

With a purposeful resolve, Tania wove her fingers around the slim metal legs of the trolley, bit her lips together, and decided to take whatever was thrown at her. She would prove to Maddie that she was the strongest woman she’d ever met, and in the process, convince her ex that life would be much more interesting with her in it again, permanently.

Dismissing the temptation to use a selection of sex toys from her eclectic collection, Maddie grabbed a thin cushion from the sofa and, standing between Tania’s widened legs, ordered, “Raise your hips.”

After some awkward wriggling, Tania managed to push against her bindings enough to lift her backside an inch or two; successfully holding the position long enough for Maddie to push the pillow beneath her bottom – effectively making her pussy an easier target for whatever the artist wished to do with it.

Switching the phone to its vibrate function, Maddie placed it in the centre of Tania’s flat stomach. Resting her bare legs against the insides of her prisoner’s open thighs, Maddie then reached forward, cupping and moulding the entirety of each breast in her palms. An illicit whistle of bliss issued from between Tania’s clenched lips and Maddie added the extra noise to her mental score chart.

Absent mindedly rotating her left palm over the tip of Tania’s left breast, Maddie began to text Theo, every press of the screen pushing against the gym-toned stomach.

Maddie: I am playing with her nipples

Then, as if to prove her point, Maddie flashed off a quick photo and sent it hurrying after the text. Replacing the phone over Tania’s neat oval naval, the artist turned her attention to the supine right breast, this time flicking at it with her tongue, feeling it grow within her mouth, savouring its rough texture compared to the perfect smoothness of the rest of Tania’s chest. A whimper of satisfaction slipped from Tania’s lips.

Maddie’s eyes narrowed. “You keep making noises you have not asked permission to make.” She slapped each of Tania’s trussed thighs burningly hard in punishment, leaving a merging collection of hand sized blotches on the fake-tanned flesh. Tania howled with a pain that reflected gratification in her wide peppermint eyes.

The buzz of the phone as Theo replied sent shock waves through Tania’s torso and thighs as the handset juddered, making her whine anew at the unexpected vibration.

Theo: Spank them. If it was u on that trolley, I would spank ur tits

Mindful that she couldn’t leave Tania with her head hanging down for too much longer, Maddie steered her tethered passenger towards the bed. Lining up the trolley against the foot of the bed, Maddie gently raised Tania’s head and neck and rested them on the duvet.

Maddie: What else would u do if it was me on the trolley?…



Inspired by a photograph I once saw of a woman shackled to a hostess trolley, I had a great deal of giving Tania gets a taste of her own medicine. If you want to discover why Tania deserved such treatment in the first place, and what happens next, then you can buy Making Him Wait from all good retailers, including…

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Erotica-discipline/dp/1910908231/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1515681168&sr=8-1&keywords=Making+Him+Wait+Kay+Jaybee


Amazon.com – https://www.amazon.com/Making-Him-Wait-Erotica-discipline/dp/1910908231/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1515682172&sr=8-1&keywords=Making+Him+Wait+Kay+Jaybee


Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/making-him-wait-4


Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/making-him-wait-kay-jaybee/1127821931?ean=9781910908228


iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/making-him-wait/id1336576037?mt=11



Many thanks Kd,

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xxx


About Kay Jaybee

Kay Jaybee was awarded Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the Erotic Trade Associations

Kay Jaybee has over 150 publications to her name, including the novels Making Him Wait, (Sinful Press, second edition, 2018), and The Fifth Floor – The Perfect Submissive Book One (KJ Books, third edition, 2017). She has also written the novellas Wednesday on Thursday (KJ Books, 2017), Take Control (1001Nights Press, 2014), Digging Deep, (Xcite Press, 20153), A Sticky Situation (Xcite Press, 2013), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001 Nights Press, 2014). She has written the anthologies The Collector (KJBooks, 2016), and A Kink a Day Books 1-3 (available via the Radish reading app).

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook -http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk


Kryssie Fortune’s Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Holiday Series Boxed Set Launch & Giveaway



Kryssie is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate and 3 ebooks of Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier to lucky winners during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance to enter every day, so please follow us along on the tour. You may find the tour locations here.



About the Boxed Set:


Kryssie Fortune’s holiday series, Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge, is now available in a convenient e-boxed set!



Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine:



Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.


Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution–to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.


Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?




Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff:



Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.


Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.


As Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?




Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor:



Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family–under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam–the man she loved and lost so long ago.


Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.


As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?


Note: All of the books in this set were previously released as single titles.


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Excerpt from Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff:

He held her close and breathed in her essence. “I’m a moron, okay. Jazz Stewart, please will you come to the New Year’s party with me? I’ve already bought us tickets, and like a fool, I assumed you’d come with me. If you say no, then I’m staying here with you even if I have to pitch a tent in the parking lot. No way am I seeing in the New Year with anyone but you.”

She sniffed. “Really? But you hate it when I touch you. I’m going crazy trying to work out what’s going on between us.”

He kissed her so hard her toes curled. Finally, keeping his arms around her, he smiled down at her. “I’m making a real mess of courting you, that’s what. I decided to take things slow and win your friendship, but keeping my hands to myself has left me on edge. I can’t go a minute without thinking how much I love you. Jazz, I can’t live without you, and I’ve made some real special plans for you and me tomorrow night. Every tear I’ve made you cry twists my gut until I want to curl up on the ground and bellow like a castrated bull. Understand one thing, Jazz. You’re my best and only girl.”

“Lovely imagery you got going on there.” She giggled and rested her head against his chest. Being back in his arms made the moon seem bigger and the stars brighter, more twinkling diamonds than pinpricks of light, but they paled alongside her handsome sheriff. “Yes. I’d like to go to the party with you, but I’ll have to drive into Polka Springs again tomorrow to find a new dress. I’m not wearing my red one, not after I wore it for Jones. I might call Abigail and ask her to come with me. Oh God, Abigail and Jared. I ran out on them. What must they think of me?”

He kissed her again. “Probably that you’re a beautiful woman who deserves better than an idiot like me. I’m an ass for hurting you, but can we continue this inside?”

She smiled but shook her head. “We should stick to your plan. Being friends counts for a lot, and while I’m already buzzing with anticipation for tomorrow night, I’ve had a strange day. Kiss me good night, and I’ll see you after I’ve been shopping for the party. Sean, now I know what’s happening, I like how you’ve taken the time to court me.”

Sean’s kiss sent Jazz’s hormones dancing, but when they finally broke apart, she walked to her door and watched him until he vanished from view. Waiting until tomorrow left her frustrated, but she’d let him organize his surprise. Her body burned at his every touch, and, once they’d seen in the New Year, she planned to drag him into bed. Humming under her breath, she decided that sounded like a plan.

Not taking her eyes off his car as he drove off, she reached behind her for the light switch. Before she found it, a man’s hand clamped around her wrist, and he dragged her inside. Something sharp stuck into her arm. Her body went limp and her brain turned dormant as the drugs knocked her out.






About Kryssie:




Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.


Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.


Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.


Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.


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Blindsided Launch Day!


It’s launch day for Blindsided! I could have never imagined, six years ago when I wrote the short story, Stones, for the wonderful anthology, Seducing the Myth edited by Lucy Felthouse that I would fall so completely and totally in love with Medusa. Nor could I have known just what an exciting, convoluted epic of a tale she would whisper in my ear. While the Magda Gardener in the Medusa’s Consortium novels and stories is quite different from the original character in that first short story, she and the members of her consortium, as well as the monsters they’re up against are endlessly fascinating.


One of the things I discovered about Magda early on is that she prefers I showcase her consortium members in my stories rather that the lady herself. So far, I’ve complied, but as you’ll see when you read Blindsided, it’s getting harder and harder for her to stay out of the limelight. I’m not the only one who wants more of her. Her team needs her, and while she may not be willing to admit it, she need them too. They’re her family. Oh, and the enemy wants her big time!


Magda is a female Nick Fury and the Consortium is her deliciously monstrous, paranormal, sexy, scary version of the Avengers. They get the job done in a chilling, thrilling sexy way.


And there’s more!


With Blindsided launching today, you’ll be happy to know that if you haven’t yet read In The Flesh, book one of Medusa’s Consortium, now is the time. It’s available at all outlets for 99c/p.


And to help celebrate, I’m offering the prequel Consortium novella, Landscapes, for FREE. Just follow the link. So you can now officially binge read the first two novels.


Blindsided Blurb:

In New York City, away from those she loves, living with the enigmatic vampire, Desiree Fielding, Susan Innes struggles to come to terms with life as a vampire whose body serves as the prison for a deadly demon.

When Reese Chambers arrives unexpectedly from England, desperate for her help, she discovers that Alonso Darlington, his lover and her maker, has been taken captive and Reese has been warned to tell no one but her. Before the two can make a plan, Susan receives her own message from a man calling himself just Cyrus. He not only holds her maker prisoner, but also her lover, the angel Michael. If she wishes to see either of them alive, she’ll come to him and not tell Magda Gardener, the woman they all work for and fear.

With no help coming from Magda or her Consortium, Susan and Reese must turn to the Guardian – the terrifying demon now imprisoned in her body. He alone can help them, but how can she possibly trust him after all he’s done?


An Inside Takeover — Blindsided Excerpt:

As Susan remembered the stories from Greek mythology of sirens luring sailors onto the rocks to their deaths, she wondered what else the woman was capable of. She was just about to text Magda Gardener when another presence captured her full attention. This presence she hadn’t heard from since he was first imprisoned inside her and had made it clear that while this demon, the Guardian, as they called him, might be captive inside the body of a fledgling vampire, he would not live in darkness. He was no more subtle now than he had been that morning at High View in the English Lake District. His essence exploded behind her ribcage with such power that she nearly dropped her phone.

“Susan, we need to leave now.

Before the shock of the Guardian’s surprise visit could wear off enough for her to respond, another voice spoke next to her ear, so softly that it disturbed no one but her, and it disturbed her deeply. “A vampire with something extra, if I’m not mistaken.” A cool hand came to rest on her shoulder and gave it a gentle knead.

“Susan, we need to leave now,” the voice inside her repeated, and the pressure in her chest made her feel like she might be about to have an Alien moment.

Ignoring the voice of the demon hammering on the inside of her ribcage, she turned to find herself face to face with a dark-haired man who could have passed for either a hero in a cheap billionaire novel or a prince from a fairytale. While the man might possibly be wealthy, he was no prince. She was certain from the way his touch made her skin crawl, and the way the Guardian inside her felt like he was taking a sledgehammer to her sternum, that he was no man either. “A great deal of something extra it would seem,” he said, a purr of a chuckle raising the hairs on the back of her neck. “A vampire and a scribe. Such an intriguing combination. I had no idea such a thing existed in all the world, but then the world is a very big place, isn’t it, my darling?”

“Susan! Now! I mean it!” The demon’s voice was loud enough to drown out the gorgeous sound of Flame still wafting from the stage, where the siren kept herself well and truly disguised behind the piano.

But even the Guardian’s voice couldn’t drown out the soft whisper of Prince Scary-ass, all but making love to her ear. “Tonight I’m here for the entertainment.” He nodded to the stage. “Sadly business before pleasure, but there’ll be another time.” He folded a card into her hand, his fingers lingering in a near caress.

She wasn’t certain if he meant there would be another time to listen to Flame or another time to talk to her.

Before she could contemplate further, before she could think what to do, she found herself jerked from the chair, stumbling and twitching toward the door like a marionette with a drunken puppeteer.

“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” It might have begun as a silent conversation, but it became quite vocal in a wave of panic as she recalled the last time the demon had used her this way. She elicited several glares from the punters closest to her, and the bartender gave her the evil eye. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” She hissed a whisper between gritted teeth. “You told me you couldn’t control me. You told me that you were mine to command. Stop it! You’re drawing attention to us.”

“You are the one drawing attention to us, Susan,” the voice inside her spoke again. “Just do as I tell you and all will be made clear once we’re safe.”

That got her full attention.

“Now then, that’s better. Listen very carefully. Walk to the subway and get on the train. Then get off at the next stop.”

As she calmed enough to relax the tiniest bit, she found herself once again in control of her arms and legs.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” the Guardian said. “That man in there, the one who sat down next to us, Darian Fox, I believe his card says.

“That’s right,” she replied, forgetting that she didn’t need to speak out loud. It didn’t matter, though. This was New York City. No one really paid too much attention when someone talked to themselves. People just assumed they either had a Bluetooth earpiece or were a little loopy. That was all right too, as long as they kept their loopiness to themselves.

“Do you know who he is?” This time she spoke only in her head.

“I know he means us no good, and I fear he would mean our siren even less good, if he knew of her existence. Fortunately his main interest, as with most males of your species, is for the beautiful singer and what she can do for his cock. As long as he looks to serve his libido, and our little siren continues to keep a low profile, she should be all right. You, however, or should I say us—he was more than a little intrigued by us. We don’t need that kind of attention. He could hurt us. He could hurt the people we love.”



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