The Fabulous Ms. Frost dropped this excerpt on her Facebook page.
She stated the following:
Below is an excerpt from Twice Tempted, releasing March 26th. Hope you enjoy! — Jeaniene Frost
The following is an excerpt:
Vlad was waiting at the bottom of the staircase. His black tuxedo should’ve been too severe with its lack of accent color, but instead, he looked like a sensual version of the Angel of Death. I couldn’t stop my shiver as his gaze swept over me. Emerald briefly shone from his eyes, and when he took my hand, I felt his heat even through my gloves. Normal vampires felt room temperature, but not Vlad. The pyrokinesis that made him so feared among his kind also made him warmer than most humans when his abilities, temper, or desire flared to life.
“You look ravishing.”
His low growl let me know which emotion heated him now, and once again I shivered. My feelings for him might be rife with doubt, but my body wasn’t conflicted. I’d moved closer before I realized it, my nipples puckering as soon as his chest brushed mine. Then something lower in me clenched as his mouth grazed my neck, that thick stubble deliciously chafing my skin.
He inhaled, air landing like the softest of kisses on my pulse when he let it out. Then his hands closed over my shoulders, their heat wonderfully potent. A flick of his fingers pushed my hair aside, exposing my neck. I gasped as his mouth lowered and two hard, sharp fangs pressed against my skin. The dark rapture of his bite was second only to making love to him, and I’d missed partaking of both recently. Without thought, I gripped his head closer, almost shuddering in anticipation.
He muttered something unintelligible and drew away, his gaze still lit up with emerald.
“Not now. Our guests are waiting.”
I don’t care! was my first thought, followed immediately by What is wrong with me? Yes, people were waiting for us, not to mention several guards lurked in this hallway. Even if none of the above were true, I had serious issues to work out with Vlad. Assuaging my libido should be the last thing on my To Do list.
“Right,” I said, dropping my hands and stepping away. I didn’t look at him as I brushed my hair back over my shoulder, covering as much of the zigzagging scar as I could. I wasn’t ashamed, but the inevitable pitying glances from people who saw it for the first time got old.
The way he said my name made me jerk my head up. Vlad’s eyes had changed back to burnished mahogany, the only green in them now the natural ring that encircled his irises.
“Don’t hide for anyone,” he stated, pushing my hair off my shoulder. “Only fools pity survivors their scars and you should never kowtow to fools.”
Then he held out his hand, his own faded battle wounds crisscrossing his flesh like tiny pale stripes. “Come.”
I took his hand, forcing back the emotion that constricted my heart with invisible bands. Then I began reciting songs in my head, masking the most dangerous thought before it reached him.
That’s one of the reasons I love you. You bend for no one.
Unfortunately, that same trait might also tear us apart.
Cannot wait to read this!!!!