Blood Doll – First Look

Good evening, my lovelies… it’s that time again!

Time to reveal the cover art and the first bit of PR for my newest endeavor.  This one is a bit on the creepy side, and just in time for Halloween.  It’s called Blood Doll, and it promises to be a fun ride through the vampiric underworld.

Lana Roberts has come to Boston searching for her twin sister, Sarah. The last place Sarah was seen is an underground club called The Mausoleum. Not realizing what she has gotten herself into, Lana enters, only to find herself in the company of a seductively frightening vampire named Christian Sterling—the only creature in the place that wants to help her. But there’s only one problem.

Lana is still human.

If she goes back into The Mausoleum she’ll be killed, but Christian has a plan…if he can only convince her to go along with it. Can a pair of Halloween costumes, the sexy stranger she has found herself falling for, and a little bit of unorthodox behavior save the day? And just how long can Lana keep telling herself she doesn’t want him?

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I’m excited about this one.  The story was a blast to write, and my edits went so wonderfully thanks to Rory and her amazing talents.  And my cover artist, Heidi, is absolutely brilliant.

So, rather than go on and on about how much I’m in love with this story, I’ll leave you a little taste, which will hopefully have you coming back for more at the end of October.

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“I won’t hurt you,” he said, but made no move to close the distance he had put between them. “I would never hurt you.”

“If you bite me, it will hurt.” His eyes closed and he nodded once. “I’m scared of the pain.”

When he reopened his eyes and focused on her, Christian smiled. The sparkling white of his fangs showed through his lips, making her heart skip in her chest. He chuckled.

“Of all things to frighten you, Lana,” he said with a laugh, “I would hardly expect my teeth to do it.”

“They’re sharp.”

“I can do much more damage with my hands than I can with my teeth, sweetheart.”

Lana wrapped her arms around her body and sank to the floor, drawing her knees up under her chin. There was no doubt from the throb racing through every sensitive part of her body that she wanted him. She’d known how this was going to end as soon as she agreed to come back to this house. By morning, she wouldn’t be human anymore. But now that it was here…the whole concept terrified her.

Christian took two steps forward and knelt in front of her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him until he placed two fingers under her chin and lifted it. He leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to hers. There was no pressure there, no expectation, nothing but a gentle and chaste and heartfelt kiss that rattled her all the way to her toes.

“I can make it easier on you,” he said, holding her gaze with those strange eyes. While she watched, he lifted his other wrist to his mouth and drew his teeth across the skin. Blood pooled there, and with the tiniest of smiles, brought his arm up to his tongue, where he gathered the liquid. The fingers under Lana’s chin moved to her throat, then the back of her head as he towed her close. With his own blood on his lips, he brought her mouth to his. The bitter, metallic taste filled her mouth and her eyes drifted closed. For a moment Lana thought she would be sick, but then the world around her seemed to slow down. Her limbs grew heavy, yet at the same time she felt completely weightless. His arms encased her, and she felt like she was flying. Christian continued to kiss her, the steady back-and-forth swipe of his tongue over hers, teasing at her lips, his teeth nipping at her tongue as it ventured forward to tangle around his.

Her back hit something soft that she vaguely registered as the mattress. Christian broke the connection between their mouths only long enough to pull her sweater over her head and remove his T-shirt. She opened her eyes and reached out to touch the smooth hardness of his chest, drawing her index finger along the cold ripples of muscle. Beneath her touch he shivered, but he allowed her to explore as he removed his belt and reached behind him to tug at her shoes.

Leaning toward her, Christian drew one hand down the side of her face. The wound on his arm was nearly healed already, but drops of blood still lingered on his mouth. He leaned down to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Christian, I…I don’t want to be a scab.” She released a stuttering breath as the hand moving down her face traveled over her throat and down into the valley between her breasts. He paused there, as if feeling her heartbeat.

“I had no intention of letting that happen,” he answered, and kissed her again.

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Like what you see?  Come back on October 27th for details on how you, too, can own a copy of this delicious, little story.

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