Monday, October 11, 2010

CATCH is available




Caught between two vampires, Connie is torn between Rurik, the one she loves and Tane, the one she’d love to stake.

Blurb:


Hunger burns in Connie Bences’ soul--she craves the blood of her vampire lover, Rurik, but it’s not satisfying her needs anymore. It’s driving her insane. Desperate to find help, Rurik brings her to Rio De Janeiro, where Tane rules the vampire nation.

The back-stabbing vampire almost killed her and Rurik when they’d first met, then used them to obtain his crown.  She would rather stake him, but the small drop of Nosferatu blood he’d forced her to drink in Budapest is blooming into a bond, one which ties her life to his. One he won’t hesitate to manipulate.

He admits to binding her so Rurik would have to remain at his side, but their timing couldn’t be any worse.  The betrayer finds himself betrayed. Tane’s rule is in upheaval and he’s forced to place his trust in two people who owe him no allegiance—her and Rurik.  In the middle of a power struggle, Connie fights to keep her lover, but didn’t plan on Tane slipping into her heart.


Excerpt:

The cab pulled in front of the hotel and the doorman helped me out after I paid for the ride.
“Senhora, are you well?”
I turned my head from searching the streets for my pursing vampire. Still no signs of Rurik. Could it be possible? Did I win?
“Senhor Rurik, I didn’t see you in the cab.” The doorman’s comment made my hopes drop like a rock.
My lover’s hands rested on my shoulders before he whispered, “Gotcha.”
“Motherfucker.” I shrugged off his hands then stomped through the entrance to the elevators, leaving a wide-eyed doorman and a grinning vampire.
When I hit the up button, the doors slid open. Rurik stopped them from closing with his hand and stepped inside. He cornered me and leaned in for a kiss.
“Hold on.” I pushed against his chest, but may as well have tried to stop a bus. His lips brushed along mine with a feathery skill that curled my toes as his hands caressed my waist then my ass.
“You did good.” He spoke against my mouth.
“I made it to the door. We should consider it a win.” With a quirk of my eyebrow, I gave him a shove and tried to squeeze past his solid mass. The elevator stopped on our suite’s floor at the top of the building. I didn’t get far.
Rurik flung me over his shoulder one-handed. “No, it’s a loss but I’ll reward you for good effort.” He entered our room and crossed to the bedroom.
I twisted around as we passed the bed. “What are you doing?” My heart skipped a beat, the pace quickening.
He opened the closet door, pushed the clothes aside and set me in the small space.
“Don’t you dare lock me in!” The walls felt close and even though the ceiling towered over me, the space lacked air. I reached out the doorway to grasp at anything to help pull me out.
Rurik clasped my hands to his chest. “Connie, when have I done something you didn’t like?” The calm in his voice soothed me enough to listen and the use of my real name drew my attention. He didn’t use it often. Not giving me anytime to respond, he slipped my shirt over my head.
“Sex? Here?” I glanced over my shoulder to the sparse clothing on the closet rod and a cute pair of black heels on the floor. I planned to wear them later to the fireworks at the beach.
He skimmed my shorts and panties off my hips then knelt to remove my running shoes.
“I’m sweaty and I smell.”
As he stood, he pressed his clothed body to mine and reached around me. “It makes you spicy.” The bra clasp sprung behind my back. It tumbled to my feet, allowing my nipples to harden as the cold air conditioning hit them. He stepped back, his hungry stare never leaving my cleavage.
I didn’t know this game. Closet sex? If he kept the door opened, maybe I could manage. He sort of won the hunt and got to be the boss for the night. Next time we needed to change some rules to the game, I’ve never managed to escape. Either he tracked prey very well or I sucked at running away.
Rurik told me once I subconsciously wanted to get caught.
He yanked off his t-shirt and exposed a fine set of six-pack abs.
Maybe I did want him to catch me.
A discarded black silk tie lay on top of the dresser. He picked it up and snapped it against his hand.
The sharp crack made me jump and retreat farther into the closet so I stood under the rod. Getting whipped didn’t turn me on, but I needed to remember this was the vampire who’d given up being the Overlord of Budapest to be with me. Not once in the last seventeen months had he hurt me, no matter how extreme his tastes, or how vigorous our bed play. His smile reassured me and I placed my trust in him.
“Raise your arms and grasp the bar.”


To celebrate the day I am giving away an ebook from my backlist over at Nights of Passion today!

4 comments:

Sherry said...

This sounds like a very good book. I know I would love to be caught between a couple of vampires.

sstrode@scrtc.com

Ambrielle Kirk said...

I don't know if I told you when I first read it, but the closet sex was HOT!

Ambrielle

Annie Nicholas said...

Thanks Sherry and Ambrielle.

Stacey Kennedy said...

Congrats Annie--I'll be picking this one up for sure!! :)