SEVEN Paranormal Romances to feed your appetite for danger! Step into worlds with exotic and extreme beings, where emotions are heightened with a mixture of fear and passion. Become one with the Dangerous Temptations as you get to know the werewolves, vampires, faeries, shapeshifters, and nefarious ancient pharaohs who sneak into your mind, teasing and titillating, building your hunger for paranormal lusts that mere humans cannot resist. * Rebecca York - Hunting Moon – Only a werewolf can save her from the doctor trying to drive her insane. * Patricia Rosemoor - Wolf Moon – She came to study wolves in the wild. He had a mysterious connection to the wolf pack. What would happen when they met? * Michele Hauf - Malakai – Defy the Curse – The lusty werewolf Malakai always avoided faeries until he met the one who—literally—could cause him to lose his heart. * Jacquie Biggar- The Beast Within – Can two displaced angels save a woman from the clutches of a vicious psychopath? * Stacy Eaton - My Blood Runs Blue – Everything she thought about reality will be altered. * Cynthia Cooke - A Night with a Vampire - Trusting a vampire can be deadly - falling for one could get a hunter killed. * Katy Walters - Fear the Night - Passion mounts with a love that fights impossible odds over the centuries, the thrills and chills bringing humans, vampires, and ancient pharaohs together.
Vampire hunter Xana Scorpio is captured by Marius, king of the vampires. He is deadly, but his seductions are irresistible. Xana must escape if she’s going to save her missing brother, but how to resist Marius’s bite? When people start dying, she discovers the secrets her brother has been keeping can get her killed.
The vampires in Marius’s city are falling prey to a virus that turns them into rabid killers. He is desperate to find the antidote to save them and Xana is the key to unlocking the mystery surrounding the viral attack. What neither of them can predict, is how deadly the game will become. They must learn to trust each other, if they don’t, no one will survive.
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Excerpt from A Night With A Vampire Chapter One Dusk yawned and stretched, erupting in an explosion of red and orange hues, hastening the day’s end. Soon the vampires would be rising. Damn, she’d better hurry. Xana Scorpio pulled to a stop along the shoulder of the two-lane highway that wound through Northern California’s coastal mountain range and killed the engine. She popped open the glove box, slipped out her Glock and hurriedly placed it inside her waistband against the small of her back. She grabbed two thin wooden stakes sharpened to needle-fine points and placed one in each of her back pockets. Her knife, sharpened regularly, was secure in her boot. She snatched her brother Cayman’s pack off the floor then climbed out of her truck, tucking her hands into her leather jacket pockets, cupping five-point silver stars in each palm as she started down the mountain path. Below her, the valley twinkled in a sea of lights, but up here on this mountain, she was alone. Isolated. She took a deep eucalyptus-scented breath as the wind picked up and listened for Cayman beyond the rustling of the leaves. Nothing. She kept to the path heading toward the warehouse. Cayman should never have come here alone. He knew better, and it pissed her off. But lately he’d been hiding something, keeping secrets and pulling dumb stunts. Like this one. A pulse of electricity zapped the hair on the back of her neck and sent a shiver across her shoulders. She glanced behind her, but saw no one then stepped behind a large pine and stood still, listening, straining to hear even the slightest movement. Someone was out there watching her. She knew it. She felt it. She grasped the star in her pocket tighter and quickened her pace down the path. The sooner she got to Cayman and the warehouse below, the better. About halfway down the mountain, she saw a movement in the shadows. Slowing, she peered through the dense foliage, inching forward, thankful for the soft carpet of pine needles beneath her feet. Cayman stepped out from behind a tree, then paused, as still as the night. “Jesus, Cay,” Xana whispered. “What’s up with the theatrics?” “No theatrics. But a little less noise would be nice.” She narrowed her eyes. “Why did you drag me all the way out here?” “It’s your birthday. I wanted to give you a present.” “And you couldn’t have given it to me, say, at the Chart House over a filet?” she asked. He shoved his hand in his pocket then pulled out a necklace, the charm a pewter tube with an amethyst crystal set into its top, dangling from a long silver chain. Her annoyance evaporated. “Wow, Cayman.” She cupped the necklace in her hand. “It’s beautiful.” “I thought you’d like it.” He placed it around her neck. “But this isn’t all I got you.” “No?” She looked at him warily. Surprise gifts weren’t like Cayman. “You got the pack I asked you to bring?” “Of course.” She patted the strap slung over her shoulder. “Good. Then let’s go.” “Cay.” She stopped him with a hand on his arm. “What aren’t you telling me?” A niggling in her gut hinted that there was more going on here than he was letting on. The small muscles in his jaw twitched. “This is a big one.” Xana paused at the slight quiver in his voice. Was it possible that her steadfast older brother, who was always in control, was suddenly afraid? A twinge nipped Xana’s insides. She had an intimate relationship with fear, had lived with it for so long that she wasn’t sure she could live without it. Cayman, on the other hand, was never afraid, and Xana had come to depend on him to keep her fear at bay. Now she didn’t know what to think. “What big one?” “You’ll see.” He was being cryptic again. As they walked farther down the hill, the warehouse came into view. They watched for a moment as the building’s front door opened and a young woman stepped out. She locked the door behind her then crossed the empty lot to her red car. “She should be the last one,” Cayman said. “They worked late tonight.” Xana felt that odd tingling on the back of her neck again. She swung around, certain there must be someone behind her, but again saw no one. She was just jumpy. Jumpy and tired. “Great, now would you mind telling me what’s going on?” she asked. “Vampires. Lots of them.” “Since when do vampires play corporate business? You’ve got to be wrong about this.” God, she hoped he was wrong about this. “If I’m wrong, then why is your vampire sense doing the tango up and down your spine?” He was right. She didn’t like the uneasiness twisting through her. Usually they waited until nightfall, hunting vamps in the shadier districts of San Francisco, where the fog crawled across the ocean and wound through the streets. The city was a haven for alternative lifestyles and underground clubs where patrons often offered up the sweet drink willingly. In these haunts, vampires blended in, melded, thrived. Warehouses in the middle of the mountains were not their normal stomping grounds, but one thing Xana knew about her brother was that Cayman was seldom wrong. His facts were always straight. He took time to make sure they were on the right trail, that their raids were organized and plotted down to the slightest detail. Xana, on the other hand, was not a thinker, but a doer. A woman of action. And that was what she wanted to do right now—act. Not sit around watching the shadows deepen into sharp points on the side of an ugly gray box. But still, something didn’t feel quite right about this. As the red compact disappeared up the road, Cayman turned to her. “Okay, let’s go.”
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