Featuring Lynn’s story, “Detour”
Publisher: Naughty Literati
Release Date: September 1, 2017 (print and ebook)
Genre: Contemporary Vampire MF
Length: Novella in Anthology
Cover Design by: Nicole Austin
|As a descendent of the oldest vampire family in Europe, Tain Remington knows it would be almost impossible to meet that special woman who carries the rare gene needed to turn her into a vampire.
Marina Black is that woman.
Marina is immediately drawn to the black-haired hunk who offers to help her when she gets lost in a snowstorm. Finding out the hunk is a vampire quickly turns her desire into anger and fear.
That desire returns when she experiences the intense pleasure Tain gives her. She can either turn away from him, or push aside her fears and accept the love he offers.
(Previously published as Diverted Destiny. This story also available as a stand-alone novella here.)
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The door opened as she reached to press the doorbell. A man stood in the doorway.
An inch or two over six feet tall and dressed all in black. His dark hair swept back from a handsome face. Piercing blue eyes peered at her from beneath black eyebrows. A hint of stubble covered his cheeks and jaw. His shirt stretched over broad shoulders, tight pants cupped his penis.
Dayum. Nice package.
He opened the door wider. “Come in, please.”
Marina jerked her attention to his face when he spoke to her. Heat rushed to her cheeks when she realized she’d stared at his fly as if she’d never seen what lay hidden behind the zipper.
Well, it had been awhile…
She stepped into the foyer and he closed the door behind her. “I’m Tain Remington. How can I help you, Ms…”
“Black. Marina Black. I’d appreciate it if I could use your phone.”
“Of course. Follow me.”
He turned left and led her into a large room. An L-shaped mahogany desk dominated one corner. A leather sectional, tables, and lamps made a comfortable seating area in another corner. A rock fireplace covered one wall, an entertainment center the other. Marina didn’t know whether to call it an office or den.
“My assistant’s hideout,” Tain said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “He spends a lot of time in here, so I want him to be comfortable.” He gestured toward the desk. “Help yourself to the phone. Would you like coffee or perhaps hot tea?”
“I’d love a cup of tea.”
“Tea it is.” He smiled. “Take your time.”
He closed the door behind him. Marina’s knees grew weak. She flopped down in the chair behind the desk before they gave out on her. It’d been months since she and her boyfriend broke up, but that didn’t explain the breathless feeling, the heavy thudding of her heart. Tain Remington was a handsome man. That shouldn’t matter. Handsome men flitted in and out of her boss’s office every day. None of them made her clit throb, her nipples peak.
She didn’t think any man had ever affected her so strongly, so quickly.