The Vampire and the Vixen












ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-859-2
Page Count: 53
Word Count: 11838
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


Kelsey Adams is determined to get ahead without the influence of a famous father or by getting special favors from her boss. So it was a big mistake to kiss Rafe Alexander on the balcony at a library fundraiser.

Rafe is mysterious, charming, and sexy. And he's Kelsey's new boss. He wants people to accept him for what he is. Which could be difficult because Kelsey has more than a sneaking suspicion he's a vampire.

Can Kelsey look beyond that and trust him with her heart to have the future she wants? And will he still be there when the sun comes up?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 53
Word Count: 11838
978-1-61217-859-2 Digital

Excerpt:

“Nights like these are magical, aren’t they?” The words were as soft as the velvety darkness below.

She nodded. What other than magic could explain how she felt like she knew him, even though they’d never met before? As if their souls and bodies recognized one another, even if their minds didn’t. What else could explain her intense reaction to him?

“Rafe. I…” She needed to get back inside before she did something stupid. She hated heroines who were too stupid to live. Kissing this stranger, which every instinct in her being clamored for her to do, put her right in that category. She stepped back.

Warm hands on her shoulders stopped her. “Grown-ups hardly ever get to play dress up. To…pretend…to be someone else for a while. It’s nice, don’t you think?”

“Rafe.”

“Shh.” His silken whisper skittered over her. “Let’s just pretend for a little while longer.” He lowered his head and his lips found hers.

Sweet heaven. His warmth enveloped her. Surrounded her. Urged her to yield to the tender brush of his masterful strokes. With a sigh she splayed her hands on his wide back beneath the cape and surrendered. Her lips parted and his mouth consumed hers. The taste of red wine, but richer, headier, lingered on his tongue. When she trembled, he pulled her closer, until the mounds of her breasts above the low neckline of her gown nestled against firm, hard muscle.




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