Good morning and happy Hump Day! I signed on this morning to find a brand spanking new cover in my email. And I am absolutely thrilled by the way it turned out.
The cover is for Carnal Hunger, the second book in my Twilight's Possession series. Check it out...
Here's the blurb:
Jasmyne Vaughn’s mother has--once again--vanished into the dark world of drug addiction, or so Jasmyne assumes. Until a call in the middle of the night sparks a frantic search in places so depraved Jasmyne couldn’t have imagined them in her worst nightmares. But before she can find her mother, and recover the package her mom has stolen, Jasmyne is kidnapped by two powerful strangers.
Sons of the Twilight Asher Pryce and Draven Falk have their own problems. Asher is desperate to reclaim what has been taken from him. And Draven has learned his conflicting loyalties are going to cost a number of people--Asher included--a dear price. And then there’s the desperate hunger that has driven them both to near death. Propelled by honor, duty and love, the three spend their nights searching for Jasmyne’s mother and the ancient Greek relic she’s stolen. And days spent sating their unrelenting carnal hunger.
Two men, one woman—and a driving sexual hunger that none can resist—in a race against time to save the innocent…or destroy themselves.
I've posted a steamy excerpt on the Twilight's Possession website. Click HERE to go directly to the page.
How about a little teaser?
He inhaled deeply, drinking in the aroma of his prey’s terror. He wanted her.
He stooped, swept her into his arms and lowered her to the bed. As expected, she fought him, but he wasn’t as weak from the hunger as Asher. He easily overpowered her, pinning her on her back. He held her hands over her head. Her breasts rose and fell with each rapid gasp. Lust swelled within him. His cock hardened. His balls tightened.
“Now,” he said on a grunt, indicating with his head to Asher. He held her wrists tightly, although he knew the instant one of them bit the woman, the resistance would cease. Cold terror would be replaced by burning desire. Their terrified victim would become a willing participant.
Asher’s hand trembled as he struggled to unfasten her pants. He was going for her femoral artery, a wise choice. But not without its risks. Draven shifted, balancing himself above her torso to keep her still enough for Asher to remove the rest of her clothing from the waist down. Shoes. Socks. Jeans. Cotton panties.
Oh, her scent. A bouquet of woman and soap.
Shrill screams echoed through the room. Between the sounds and smells, he became instantly dizzy, nearly blind with need. “Hurry,” he pleaded as he repositioned himself. He used his arms to secure their quarry but angled his upper body so that he could bend down and taste her skin. More intoxicating scents swept into his nostrils as he nuzzled the crook between her shoulder and the slender column of her neck.
She shrieked again and then went dead still.
Asher had bitten her. His venom was pulsing through her blood vessels. It would take less than ten seconds.
Nine, eight, seven…
He ran his tongue along her jugular. Her heartbeat fluttered beneath her skin, a staccato tempo that beat within him.
Six, five, four…
He ached to sink his teeth into her sweet skin, to drink her essence and then give back the pleasure she deserved. But he had to wait a few more agonizing seconds until Asher had taken what he needed.
Three, two, one…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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