Saturday, September 27, 2014

WIP - Vaewolf: Damn the Darkness by Eliza March

Coming Soon!
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Just by going through my edits, I find segments I love. By sharing them, I'm forced to face the pages. Thank you!

The Bayou demons are building forces, and it seems that Caitlin is their target. But why?
As her metamorphosis quickly approaches with unusual side effects, Dylan is worried the first blood exchange may have endangered her. Perhaps it also explains why Jackson, the Vaewolf who is the prophecy's answer to the vampire infertility problem, imprinted on her.
Dylan is determined to find the answer because giving up the woman he loves to Jackson can't be what destiny intended, and killing the man he cares for as a brother isn't the answer, either. The wolf in Jackson may permit him to share Caitlin, but the men's vampire blood won't.

Caitlin's needs are calling out to both men. Without them to satisfy her, the pain is worse than the fires of hell. And in her weakened state, she is a prime target for the demons who keep attacking. The alpha men may have to put their instincts aside, or someone will die.

Dylan Macgregor: "When he was good, he was verra, verra good...and when he was mad he was fuckin' horrible..."

Dylan has a problem that he may not be able to solve in this next installment of the Hearts of Darkness series. Want to read an excerpt and see how things are going?

Damn the Darkness by Eliza March (all rights reserved)

Glancing around the Bayou Bar, Dylan caught sight of a dark haired beauty staring him down. She had the pale iridescent skin of a vampire, and for a brief moment, her eyes flashed silver with interest. Déjà vous. The pretty, young female reminded him of a woman he'd once known a very long time least until she approached. Close up, she didn’t look as much like Amyra as he’d first thought. She was softer and younger...and a made vampire...not born. Her scent didn’t have the strong cinnamon scent of a born vamp. But nevertheless, her blood was tempting, and Dylan needed the strength.
“Want to dance?” She swayed her hips to the beat of the music, a slow sensual grind.
“If you let me have a taste of you. Otherwise I’m sticking with this.” Dylan indicated the pitcher of beer.
“How can you stomach that?”
“My secret." He lifted the glass and drank. "You going to let me have that taste, darlin'?”
“Will you see to it I’m satisfied?”
“Do you doubt my ability?” Dylan stood to his full height. His size intimidated most men, but this little vamp was scrappy. He laughed and put his arm around her tiny waist as he walked her to the dance floor. When he pulled her against his erection and rubbed his cock against her mound she smiled.
“No.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and ground back. “But you’re more than I expected.”
The last time he’d been with Amyra had been over three hundred years ago, and that night before his death had been the last time he’d been inebriated. This time, he wasn’t making any mistakes. He danced the pretty lady in the direction of a corner. Along the way, he swayed to the rhythm of the sexy music.  Cupping her ass in his hands, he stimulated his cock by pressing it against her mound. She smelled of cardamom, not as strongly as he suspected he did. He sniffed her neck to make sure her blood wasn't tainted with vervain or something else more deadly.
In the years since he’d been turned, he’d come to know the scent of cardamon as the familiar scent of a made vampire, but it also concealed other deadly scents if one wasn't careful.
He touched her mind. Images of her naked and spread out for his pleasure, poured into his head. He nuzzled her ear and used his voice to seduce her. This lovely lady deserved one really good orgasm for offering herself up to him. 
While he prepared to take her blood, he projected his own visions of what he thought she desired, but he was desperately hungry, especially for vampire blood. It would strengthen him more quickly than human blood, and give him the stamina to deal with Caitlin and Jackson when the time came.
Once he nipped her neck for a taste, her thoughts flooded into his mind. Ah, she liked rough and kinky.  “Is this how you want it?  He walked her farther to the back, into a dark corner, and gripped her hands behind her back. "Hard and fast? Be careful how you answer, because I can be brutal.” 
“Uh, ohhh! Such a temptation..." She paused and stared into his eyes, then he noted a softness in hers he hadn't seen earlier. "But you won’t really touch me will you?” she asked.
The dark haired beauty smiled when he shook his head.
I see. You have a mate." She put her finger to her lips. "Shh...” And she flipped her hair aside for him. “Go ahead, but do me a favor. Even if there are no marks on my body, make me believe I’ve been very, very bad.” (copyright 2014 Eliza March)

Both volumes 1 & 2 of the series are available at AMAZON, NOOK, SMASHWORDS


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