*Sky’s doing the happy dance* Christmas has come three days early! How so? Heart of Vesuvius (Sequel to Darkest Memory) was released today through The Wild Rose Press! Rating? Sizzling hot!
Here’s a little taste…
Salvator smiled, white teeth gleaming through the darkness, midnight hair brushing his shoulder. “Now that is where you are wrong.” When he stood, she instinctually shifted back against the headboard. “Clothing never suited you.”
Her nudity suddenly felt underused and sumptuous. The thin sheet and velvet blanket, like a caress of pure perfection. As he slowly approached, her thighs spread, welcoming. She slammed them shut and refused to scowl. Salvator dripped seduction. He walked it, breathed it, spoke it.
She knew better.
“Shhh,” he whispered, his finger trailed up the bedspread, skimmed along her thigh, hip, waist, until it left and returned to his side. “I will not seduce you…yet.”
For a split second, Alex almost said, “Why not?” She caught her tongue. Ancient vampires were very good at what they did, and Salvator ranked amongst one of the eldest. But she had grown. After all, she had been made eight hundred years ago. Though not one of the more powerful of her breed, she’d paid attention and learned.
“I demand respect. I’m old enough to request such,” she said.
His olive-skinned hand clenched and pulled tighter against his side. She met him eye to eye, did not shy away from his abnormally pale bluish-gray gaze as she had in the past. He was to fear, respect…worship. Tall and broad shouldered, inherently smooth, he owned a room when he entered it. He had owned her once, almost.
Happy Holidays all!