Excerpt 1:
Arms filled with goodies, I returned to our floor. After some admirable acrobatics, I retrieved the key card and approached room eleven. Hanging out with Ivy was always—
A thump shook the door from the inside, followed by a man’s groan.
My pulse revved, my muscles tensed.
“Ivy? Are you okay?” I dropped the food, swiped the card and rattled the knob. “Ivy? Can you hear me?”
Why wasn’t she saying anything? I shouldered the door, which opened a few inches.
“Just a second.” She huffed, and the weight pushing against the other side lifted.
I charged into the room, blood pressure dialed up to the max. Arms crossed, Ivy stood over the werewolf that passed us earlier.
The guy’s lids blinked slowly, as if to refocus. His movements were sluggish.
Served him right. The jerk had walked in here assuming she’d submit to him like a good werewolf female. Instead, she’d rained whoop-ass on him.
Atta girl.
“Is that any way to treat a visitor?” I collected the food from the corridor, and then stepped over the man’s form to drop the goodies on the bed. “Manners, Ivy.”
“He knocked, and I thought it was you.” Her cheeks were flushed. “Oh my God. I forgot. Is this going to turn you into blood-crazed Dracula?”
I’d nearly killed Ivy months ago while under a blood frenzy’s thrall, so her concern was justified. I tried not to be insulted.
Excerpt 2:
I was unraveling. This had been a mistake. I never should have come here. Parker’s new spokesperson would succeed in integrating her, or more likely, seeing her off, and my life would go back to normal. Time to make a clean break.
“Keely.” I rolled my shoulder.
“Hmm?” She dropped her piece of wood next to the saw and stepped closer, leaving mere inches between us.
If there were a way to not be a vampire, I’d seize the chance, but not even Ivy with her guards could make that happen.
“Ready?” Keely’s gaze traveled to my chin, my mouth.
“I—”
She placed her hands, rough from dirt, against my cheeks. My heart throbbed, spurring me to run but also urging me to lean in to her. She lifted her face, and the softness of her lips cradled mine.
The first touch was feather light, like being kissed by the wind. We parted once, twice, then the tips of our tongues met.
Sweet Jesus.
I dropped the plank and wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her against me. I roamed my other hand through her hair, drawing her closer to let our breaths mingle. She moaned, and my mouth swallowed the sound.
Keely did taste like cherries. And summer. And honey and bubblegum.
She raked my shoulders with her fingers, chasing tingles through my nervous system.
I found her ass, that perfect ass, and cupped my hands around it, driving her against my dick. Her body molded against me, following my lines as if chiseled to a precise blueprint.
Hell, she was perfect. My nerves reached out to her, instructing my muscles to tighten their hold.
Why wasn’t this enough? Why did I still crave her as if she were miles away? I deepened our kiss, tearing another moan from her.
She lifted her leg and hooked it around mine, opening herself to me.
“Keely?” A distant voice.
I wouldn’t let her answer. She was mine now.