Friday, June 6, 2008

Hot Blooded - Released Today

Hot Blooded by KyAnn Waters released to day at The Wilder Roses.

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It’s hot as hell in Southern California, and Kelis LeBrun is having a bitch of a time keeping his focus and his fangs off the delicious looking Ms. Loni Soleil. Perhaps if it weren’t so bloody hot, he’d be able to stave off the hunger pangs. But the only way to do that is hot, sweaty sex…something he’d swore he’d never have with Loni. He couldn’t let her know he was a 300 year old vampire.

However, when they become trapped on an elevator during a rolling blackout Kelis discovers Loni has a few secrets of her own.


Two-hours. Fuck. He'd never last. Heat, from Loni and from the confined space, already had him apprehensive on his ability to withstand her lure. His teeth ached and his cock throbbed. He put his hand over Loni's. "Are you afraid?" She should be. He had only one way to stave off the hunger pains.


She stepped closer, and his fingers trailed up her arms. "I'm not afraid," she said. "As long as I know I'm not alone...that you're here with me."

He inhaled sharply. "You don't want to be alone with me," he whispered with his jaw clenched. "Not now." He gripped her shoulders, attempting to set her apart.

She clutched his arms. Her heart rate spiked. Blood rushed through her veins like a raging river, calling to him with the promise of eternal life. A lonely life for him. Even though he desired this woman, he would never subject her to an existence like his. He could make love to her—god forbid, feed from her—but he would never change her.

"But that's what I wanted to discuss with you." She rested a hand on his hip, and his cock jumped, engorged and throbbing.

He jerked his hands to his sides. "Loni, there areaspects about me you don't understand."

She trailed fingers up his torso. He hissed a breath through his teeth. Neither could see in the blackness, but he had a perfect image in his mind. He knew her blue eyes, like sunbursts, were focused on him.

He clenched his hands into fists to keep from touching her again. The temperature in the elevator climbed higher. "It's hot in here."

"Yes," she whispered.

He tuned into the rustle of clothing. Sweet hell, she was removing her sweater. It was going to get hotter.

She tugged on his shirttails.


"Two hours can be a long time."

A lifetime. Hers if she didn't cease touching, talking, tempting him. "Don't." He gripped her hand, stilling her movements. "Loni, we can't."

1 comment:

Nightingale said...

Hot. Hot. Hot. The elevator is tantalizing, fantasizing. The exerpt kept me reading. Of course, I wonder what she is.