VAMPIRE’S HUNGER by Cynthia Garner (April 1, 2014; Forever Yours E-Book; $3.99)
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In a post-apocalyptic
wasteland, civilization no longer exists, and only the strongest
survive. The few remaining humans must band together with supernatural
beings to battle unspeakable evil-or all hope
will be lost.
Kimber
Treat is an ordinary woman with an extraordinary gift: she can raise
the dead. As a necromancer who works with the police, she communicates
with murder victims to bring
their killers to justice. But after a normal session goes horribly
wrong, Kimber realizes she's summoned something dark and sinister. She's
unwittingly unleashed the apocalypse, and everyone blames her…except Duncan MacDonnough,
the devastatingly handsome vampire she can't stop fantasizing about.
As society shuts down and flesh-eating hordes close in, Duncan vows to protect Kimber. He can keep her safe from others-but not from the insatiable carnal hunger he feels for her. Now racing to reverse the chaos she's unleashed, Kimber can't afford any distractions. But even as she succumbs to Duncan's seduction, she fears that he has a hidden agenda. And with the line between life and death starting to blur, his secrets might kill her-or worse…
As society shuts down and flesh-eating hordes close in, Duncan vows to protect Kimber. He can keep her safe from others-but not from the insatiable carnal hunger he feels for her. Now racing to reverse the chaos she's unleashed, Kimber can't afford any distractions. But even as she succumbs to Duncan's seduction, she fears that he has a hidden agenda. And with the line between life and death starting to blur, his secrets might kill her-or worse…
Adult Teaser Excerpt:
Duncan sat beside Kimber and put an arm
around her shoulders. He pulled her to his side, wishing his body held heat
like a human’s so he could warm her, console her. The fact that she didn’t
fight the little bit of comfort he tried to give told him clearly how defeated
she felt at the moment. She remained stiff, not relaxing into his light hold at
all. She seemed to be regaining some vitality, because color had seeped back
into skin that had gone gray with the energy she’d used to tap into the Unseen.
They sat like that for several minutes. The sound of the shower
shut off—a record short time for Natalie—and then the bathroom door opened. He
heard her patter to the bedroom she and Kimber shared, and that door closed.
Duncan rubbed his palm up and down Kimber’s upper arm, lending his
silent support as she processed Bishop’s death. Finally she took a shuddering
breath and settled against him. She turned slightly, winding one arm behind his
back and the other across his waist, turning his one-armed hug into a true
embrace.
“I’m sorry for hitting you,” she whispered. She rubbed her face
against his shoulder. “I know it wasn’t your fault.”
Duncan brought his left arm over her and clasped his hands
together. He rested his cheek against the top of her head. “It wasn’t your
fault, either.”
She stiffened slightly. “If I hadn’t—”
“No, Kimber.” He tightened his hold. “Enough. You can’t keep
blaming yourself for creating this mess. Even if you somehow caused it through
your necromancy, you didn’t do it on purpose.” He paused. “Unless you have some
secret take-over-the-world plan I don’t know anything about.”
She snorted a laugh. “No. No plans to take over the world with my
zombie hordes.”
“Good to know.” He could feel the slight tremble going through her
body and knew the lingering effects of shock continued to affect her. “Come
on,” he said, standing and drawing her to her feet.
“Where’re we going?” She swayed, clutching at his arms for balance.
“You’re going to take a shower.” He swept her up into his arms and
strode down the hallway. He didn’t set her down until he reached the bathroom.
He reached into the shower and turned on the water, adjusting it until it was
warm enough, then turned back to her. She stood where he’d placed her, blinking
up at him. He stroked the back of his hand down her satiny cheek. “Go on,
then,” he murmured. “Get your clothes off and hop in.” He turned to leave.
“Duncan.” Her scratchy voice stopped him.
He looked at her. Her eyes beseeched him, tugged at a heart he’d
long ago been certain he’d squandered. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I don’t want to be alone.”
The brokenness in her voice broke the heart he’d just rediscovered.
“Kimber, if I get naked with you…” He wanted her. But he wasn’t going to take
advantage of her trauma. She’d lost a good friend and wasn’t thinking things
through. If she were, the last person on the planet with whom she’d want to be
nude was him. She’d always been very clear about that. He shook his head. “Just
take a shower. I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.”
He started to leave the bathroom again but she called him back. “I want you to get naked with me,” she whispered.
Shock made him draw a reflexive and unnecessary breath. It didn’t,
however, keep him from getting an erection. He slowly moved to face her again.
He wasn’t so noble that he could continue to turn her down. He wanted her to be
very sure about what she was asking of him, what consequences would come of her
request. “If we’re both naked, I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice and
words raw and needy. His fangs elongated, the slight prick of them against his
lip a reminder of how far gone he was already. “It won’t be slow and gentle.
I’ve waited too long. I’m so desperate to get inside you that I’ll fuck you
hard and fast. I’ll work my cock so deep you’ll feel me against your womb.”
Her pupils dilated. She bit her bottom lip but met his gaze
head-on. “I don’t want slow. I don’t want gentle. I need hard and fast and
desperate.” She pulled his T-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
The upper swells of her breasts gleamed pale against the soft lace of her bra.
He watched with burning eyes as she flipped the button at the waist
of her low-slung jeans and slid down the zipper. She wiggled them down her hips
and stepped out of them. When her hands went behind her back and unhooked her
bra, thrusting her breasts out, blood pulsed in his cock. And when she shrugged
out of the bra and he saw her bare breasts with their pink-tipped nipples, a
groan rumbled from his chest. He’d wanted so long to see her like this, his
self-control, his sense of right and wrong was being quickly overridden by the
need pulsing in his cock and fangs.
He stepped forward and palmed one plump mound. Her nipple peaked
against his hand. “Be sure,” he said, his gaze holding hers.
“Take a shower with me.” She
pressed his hand harder against her. “Take me.”
About the Author
Cynthia Garner
discovered her love for writing when her sixth grade teacher told the
class to write a story that began "It was a dark and stormy night..."
With that Cynthia's love for all things paranormal
was born. When she's not working her day job as a mostly mild-mannered
Human Resources Manager, she's on her laptop writing or playing way too
much Solitaire. Originally from Northeast Ohio, Cynthia now lives in
the desert Southwest.
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