#humpdayhook - YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME

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-- (c) JoAnne Kenrick, all rights reserved.

“I’m curious...” Ryker strutted toward her, his decadent hazel eyes set on her. As if time had zapped them back to the first time she had seen him, she struggled for air and a smart answer. He proceeded with his seduction by taking her glasses off. And, with a disregard only he could have, he sent them hurdling to the floor. He yanked her to him, the masterful touch whirling her into submission. She could feel his hard bulge hiding behind denim, and heat radiated between her legs. She forgot her train of thought. Oh yeah, his smile, I was thinking about his smile. A distant voice of reason screamed “no” in her head, yet her body screamed out “hell yes”. So far, it was neck and neck. But if things kept up, her body would win that battle. Ghetto blaster cue: “You Give Love a Bad Name” by Bon Jovi. No, skip that. Think about lame supermarket music, Sadie. Stay focused. Must. Keep. Legs. Closed.

Weekend Dirty Dozen #1 Drink My Blood from Dracula's Kiss - adult excerpt

Welcome...to the first edition of Weekend Dirty Dozen, where authors gather and post up 12 sentences from either published works or works in progress on their blogs. This is an excellent way to go window shopping for your next read.

And it seems only right, for the first WDD, to share some sentences from my brand new release fresh from the eInk press :) ready for Halloween! We're talking hot Scottish vampires, castle ruins with actual connections to Bram Stoker's Dracula, and spooky gothic-esk halloween fun!

Dracula's Kiss, 1NightStand book #48

VAMPIRE | SCOTTISH | EROTIC

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She pivoted to face him and ripped at the dress, revealing two very beautiful breasts with rosy nipples pointing straight at him. She removed a broach from the neckline of her dress. He remembered her wearing it on Halloween; a cheap, costume piece. Once she had folded out the pin, she took it to her cleavage and trailed it along the surface of her skin just above her left breast. She kept going until she had made an inch long scrape, and blood trickled. Red, thick, and acidic in scent. Alec couldn’t take his sight off her offering.

“We’ve both provided healthy blood tests, so let’s do it.” She licked her lips. “I’ve always wanted someone to drink my blood...will you do it? I’ll drink yours, too, if you want me to.”

Alec grabbed her wrist before she had a chance to bring down the point to his skin -- (c) JoAnne Kenrick, Dracula's Kiss.

BLURB:

Cathela's Office Halloween Ball is a complete bust. She spills out her Dracula's Bride costume, and her vamp fetish chases away her boyfriend. Only redeeming feature to the night? Necking multiple shots of Dracula's Kiss—a lush Black Cherry Vodka cocktail—and an interlude with a gorgeous man dressed Gary Oldman style.

No one comes close to satisfying Alec Murray's needs until he meets Cathela during some lame-ass party for bankers. One taste of her blood, sweet yet darkly dangerous, he knows she's perfect for him.

A night of goth bondage is planned for one. For the other, a night of sexual control is a must. A perfect fit. Alec is compelled to reveal his true nature, but can their relationship survive his dark secret?