BLURB:
Gutsy, kickass Suzanne James has no intention of
complicating her life by falling in love…especially with a vampire. But it’s
hard to stay objective when a drop-dead gorgeous male rescues her from three
assailants in a dark alley. All but unconscious, she could swear her hero has
glowing red eyes and two sharp, pointed teeth.
Adrian Caine has spent the past hundred years, in
vampire parlance, a vegetarian. When he rescues a beautiful blonde in a dark
alley, it takes all of his formidable control not to backslide. Attraction
turns to desire. Even though it’s not in Suzanne’s best interest, he can’t stay
away.
BIO:
Multi-published author Sandra Cox writes Crossover
YA, YA Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Time Travel Romance and Metaphysical
Nonfiction. She lives in sunny North Carolina with her husband, a brood of
critters and an occasional foster cat. Although shopping is high on the list,
her greatest pleasure is sitting on her screened in porch, listening to the
birds, sipping coffee and enjoying a good book. She's a vegetarian and has a yellow
belt in Muay Thai.
LINKS:
Sandracox.blogspot.com
#2 EXCERPT:
“Three men jumped me and I kicked their
ass.”
Kess gave me a pained look. “That’s why
you’re black and blue and in a hospital bed instead of upstairs doing your
job?”
“Details, details.” I made a dismissive
motion with my hand.
“You were out walking, late at night
again, by yourself weren’t you? How many times have I told you to take a taxi
when you work late? You take a few kickboxing classes and think you can take on
the world.” He ran his fingers through his thick silver hair. His face
registered extreme disapproval.
“It’s rude to say, I told you so, Kess.”
I sat straighter and tried for injured dignity.
“A lot of good it does. You don’t
listen.”
“In this case, you were right.” I ran the
fingers of my good hand through my tangled hair. I must look a mess.
“I’m always right.”
“And modest too.”
He grinned. “Are you going to tell me
what happened?” He took another gulp of his rapidly cooling coffee.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do, but
you keep interrupting me.”
“Don’t whine. It’s unbecoming, just tell
me what happened. I heard a Good Samaritan brought you in then disappeared.”
“It was pretty odd, Kess.”
“I’m not sure odd is the word I’d use for
getting beat up and a shoulder dislocated.” His voice dry, his glance shifted
to my shoulder. He frowned.
I sighed. Kess, just
wasn’t going to let this go.
“Not that part. My, err,
Good Samaritan.” I fidgeted on the bed and plucked at the sheet. Somehow the
term Good Samaritan just didn’t fit. Goose bumps roughened my skin and my heart
galloped as I remembered fangs and glowing red eyes. “Kess.”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe in vampires?”
“If you didn’t want to talk about it, you
could have just said so.” He notched his chin and started to rise.
I looked at the door. No one was in the
hall. I hunched forward and whispered still clutching the sheet. “Kess, he had
fangs and his eyes glowed.”
He frowned and straightened. “They told
me you didn’t have a concussion or any kind of damage to your head. I’ll have Dr. Brown run an MRI. I should have
made them do it last night.”
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