Thursday, October 31, 2013

Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 21) with Caridad Pineiro

Next up is someone yummy enough to sink your teeth into!!

Name: Ryder Latimer
Age: Around 200 years, but frozen at 32
Race: Vampire
Height/Weight: 6'2, 225 pounds
Eye Color/Hair Color: Brown eyes, dark brown hair, and simply gorgeous!!
The Sexy Lowdown: 

Born to Love

Five years ago, vampire Ryder Latimer stepped into the path of a bullet meant for FBI Agent Diana Reyes, at once saving her life and condemning her to death when his blood contaminates her open wounds. Now only an experimental treatment, transfusions, and allowing Ryder to sink his teeth into her when they make love keep her alive.

Born to Survive… 

Ryder has always known that no matter what they try, Diana can’t possibly survive what contact with his blood did to her. The reality for him is that no matter how much he loves her, he will lose her if he doesn’t turn her—a choice Diana may have put off for too long. 

Born to Serve… 

Even as her health continues to deteriorate and they battle with that difficult decision, Diana tracks a serial killer targeting their vampire friends. It’s a dangerous job, but she was born to it and, with Ryder’s help, she’ll serve and protect until the day she dies—or until a miracle turns their world upside down.

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Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 20) with Morticia Knight

How about a headless horseman?  Hey...he still has the head that counts ;)

Name: Deidrich Knickerbocker aka The Headless Horseman
Age: 26
Race: White, German descent.
Height/Weight: Six Feet, 195 pounds
Eye Color/Hair Color: Brown eyes, Chestnut hair

The Sexy Lowdown: Deidrich is a lusty man who loves both gentlemen and ladies. His ideal situation would be a long-term menage with Ichabod, and a buxom lass who loves a little domination. He tends to be the protector in a relationship, so he will always be there to save the day. It doesn't hurt that he's also strikingly handsome, trim and well-built. Oh - and did I mention that he's insatiable in bed? That's why he would be too much for just one lover.

There is terror at every turn in the mysterious Sleepy Hollow—but there is also plenty of lustful frolicking. Can three lovers thwart the legendary Headless Horseman to be together forever?
Schoolmaster Ichabod Crane longs to meet someone that he and his lover, Jonathan, can share their amorous talents with on a regular basis. In the mysterious and secluded glen of Sleepy Hollow, Ichabod is enraptured by the curvy coquette, Katrina Van Tassel, heiress to the Van Tassel Farm. With visions of spending long nights consuming both his lady love with Jonathan, and the spoils of the farm, Ichabod sets out to woo her heart away from the town rowdy, Brom Bones.

Katrina knows a good thing when she sees it, and after witnessing what the amply-endowed Ichabod has to offer, she turns away from the manly affections of Brom Bones and his gang of friends. Instead she offers her abundant prizes to Ichabod, with the promise of enjoying his partner Jonathan very soon.

However, soon doesn't seem it will ever arrive when one night it appears that the fabled Headless Horseman has carried away her vigorous schoolmaster. Forced to marry Brom Bones in order to keep her numerous debaucheries from her father and the rest of the town, she soon discovers that some legends aren't always as they seem. When Jonathan finally appears, he and Katrina devise a scheme to free her from Brom's clutches; one that calls upon the talents of the Legendary Headless Hessian. Will their tit for tat plan unite the three lovers, or will the Horseman have the last laugh?

Excerpt: (X-rated)
By the time we had cleared the top of the ladder, Katrina’s ample breasts were exposed to our eyes, her peachy nipples at a hard peak. All that she had left to divest herself of were her undergarments, and she did so slowly and saucily, creating more discomfort for my crotch. I could tell this would not do for what I had planned, wanting to take my time with her tied up to the railing and taking her downstairs as well where I could tie her to a post and whip her. I would not last in this condition.

“My dearest lovers, I’m afraid I need a quick release in order to facilitate this evening’s games more effectively.”

Both Ichabod and I were still near the top of the ladder standing in the loft, and Katrina—now completely nude—crawled over to us. She looked up at Ichabod and winked. He dropped to his knees, and they began to pull at the opening of my pants. Katrina tugged them down to my ankles, whilst Ichabod cupped my bollocks with his long fingers, teasing and tickling the underside in the way he knew I loved so well. He then presented my pulsing staff to Katrina, and she sucked it into her mouth greedily, taking it all the way in.

I suppose for the sake of clarification only, I should mention that whilst I am not short changed in the manhood department, my cock did not present as much of a challenge as Ichabod’s gargantuan member did. She suckled me in a hungry manner, pulling at my shaft with her hot moist mouth, sending delicious shivers up my spine. Ichabod replaced his hands with his mouth on my testicles, and sucked each in one at a time, licking them boisterously. As I was already in a fevered state before they began, their lusty mouths on both cock and balls simultaneously afforded me no chance to resist, and I spent my seed down the lovely Katrina’s throat. 

I fell to my knees in thanks to them both. I kissed each one in succession, my fingers entwined in their hair, tasting first my salt, then my musk on their tongues.

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Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 19) with Gabrielle Bisset!!!

The sexiness never stops ...even when you die!!!!!

Name: Vasilije
Age:  Turned before he was 30 years old
Species: Vampire
Height/Weight: 6'2", 220 lbs
Hair/Eye Color:  Black hair, blue eyes

Blood Avenged
I am everything you desire.  I am vampire.
Powerful and manipulative, Vasilije does as he pleases. A vampire beholden to no one, he takes what he desires, drinking deeply the pleasures this life has to offer.

When one of his own is staked, Vasilije must travel to New Orleans to exact his revenge. There he meets Sasa, a beautiful woman who arouses him like no other has for centuries. Vasilije’s need for vengeance is equaled only by his passion for her, but what he finds in his revenge is just the beginning...
Her hands slid over his stomach and chest as she arched up to kiss him. Bending down, his lips grazed hers for a moment before he pulled her closer, wanting what she offered.
Warm and wet, her mouth eagerly pressed against his and her tongue met his, teasing him with the tip. His fangs had slid into his mouth at the first touch of her hands on his body, and each playful flick of her tongue came so close, just missing them. To feel her tongue against his fangs would be heaven.
His hand tightened its grip in her hair and tugged, making her moan into his mouth. God, he wanted to hear that sound again. The sound of a woman needy for everything he could give her.
Sasa slid her hands over his shoulders and pulled him to her, pressing her breasts against his body as she devoured his mouth. Her tightened nipples rubbed against him, exciting him. Instinctively, he slid his hand under her thin t-shirt and plucked at one hardened pearl through her lacy bra, squeezing it gently between his thumb and forefinger as he cupped the fullness surrounding it.
Again, she moaned, making that sound that hit him directly between his legs. Already rock hard, his cock strained against the front of his pants. Whatever his mind may have thought about sleeping with her, his body had different plans.
And then her tongue flicked over the tip of one fang and sensations raced from his balls, up his cock, and through his body.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she seductively slid her tongue over his fang again. She had to know what she was doing to him. She had been a vampire’s girlfriend.
The idea that he was about to fuck the girlfriend of his dead vampire momentarily made Vasilije pull back from her, but the touch of her hands on his stomach made him forget every guilty feeling he had. Looking down, he watched her fumble with the shirt buttons.
At the sound of her name, she looked up and even in the darkness he saw the look of desire on her face. In one swift movement, he pinned her hands above her head. Pushing her up against the wall, he leaned into her and pressed his thigh between her legs, feeling the heat coming from her. Slowly, a low growl slid from his throat.
Vasilije is pure Alpha, so any woman expecting sweetness and rainbows has the wrong male. He's power personified, and he loves being in control. But he knows how to take care of a woman, so whoever captures this vampire's heart is lucky indeed. She just needs to know that as devoted as he is, Vasilije is a leader, and with that comes a world she may have to accept. If she can, she'll never find a stronger man than him. He's recently become single again, so now's the time, ladies.

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Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 18) with Lisa Beth Darling!!!

How divine would it be to date.....a God???
Name: Ares
Age: 4,000 give or take a hundred years
Race: Olympian
Height/Weight: 7 feet 350lbs all muscle
Eye Color/Hair Color: Onyx, Black

The Sexy Lowdown:

In His Own Words:

Well, some people say that I'm a bit egocentric, dark, moody, even brooding but I don't see myself that way. I mean look at me, I'm devilishly hands, nearly irresistible to women with this perfect physique—why most would say that I'm built like a Greek God and I am. These beefy arms are perfect for holding and this broad furry chest for nuzzling your head on. Not to mention my manhood, I'm told it's the largest on earth. I have the added ability to control its size—length and width. I can tailor it to perfectly suit whatever woman is below me. So, again I ask you; what's not to love?

Being the Greatest Warrior the World has Ever Known, I like order although I'm not afraid of chaos in fact some might say that it's in the heat of chaos that I do my best work. Yet, I consider myself fair about it as preying on those who can't defend themselves is a coward's game. There's no honor in bending someone weaker than you to your will. Like most military men I'm short on talk, long on action, and I like things to be neat and tidy though I don't consider myself a 'neat freak'.

As for hobbies, other than War and making love for days, I'm an excellent hunter and tracker. I'm a great woodworker. In fact, I love to carve, whittle, and make lavish ornate items from good hard wood. I bet you'd be surprised to know that I love to dance—and of course I'm good at it as well.

I don't like sweet things; cakes, pies, candy, they make me ill.  I don't like weak people, especially women, but that's only because, deep in my heart, I know women are the superior sex. I want my woman to be strong to speak her mind and stand up to me even if it frightens her.  I spent my entire life looking for the perfect woman, my soul mate, the one female on the whole planet that could sate my lust, heat my bed and warm my heart as she cooled my temper and eased my mind. It's a big order, I know, but considering an Old Wolf like me mates for life she had to be perfect. It was hard to end 3,500 years of swinging bachelorhood but when I met Alena MacLeod I was helpless before her. I knew I had to make her mine no matter what my family, the Olympians, had to say about it. Thankfully, she saw things the same way. I pity the man that ever tries to take her from me.


Inside the Heart of every Warrior breathes the Soul of a Hero--even within The Heart of War.
Meet Ares God of War, the greatest Warrior the world has ever known. He's moody, grumpy, dominant, ravenously sexual, and above all, built like a Greek God.
Suspected of killing his Daughter in-Law, Psyche, and long in exile from Olympus, the solitude of Ares' secluded Greek Isle is interrupted when Magdalena MacLeod a plucky little Fey washes up on his shore after believing she's been shipwrecked. It's not mere fate that has brought the unlikely couple together yet it may be what tears them apart.
Get lost in this sweeping dark saga of lust, rage, revenge, and redemption. Battle Ancient Gods while falling in love with Ares God of War and Alena MacLeod. They share a love that will rock the world from the heights of Olympus to the Celtic moors.

The Heart of War contains scenes of graphic sex and violence. As such, this novel and the entire OF WAR Series is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY it is NOT recommended for the Faint of Heart.


Alena took his hand and began to walk away from the hearth.  "I’m sure you’ve done this a million times or more, in fact I’ve seen it, haven’t I?  If you don’t mind too much, I’d like to give it a shot."  With a very delicate hand, she gestured for the God of War to sit upon his Throne of Bones.

 "Going to sit on my lap?" Ares grinned and patted his knee as he sat down.  "Climb up here and tell Santa what you want for Christmas?" 

"Maybe later.  For now, I thought I’d do my best to treat you like the God you are."

"Does this mean you’re going to dance for me now?" 

That wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.  "There’s no music," Alena said mournfully and then sighed.
Ares snorted a laugh and snapped his fingers.  Her cell phone appeared in his hand.  "Now let’s see what we have in here."  Giving it a jolt from his finger, Ares turned on the phone and let his fingers slide over the little icon that read music.

"It’s not a touch screen."

"It is now," Ares corrected and let his eyes scan over the few songs the phone held.  Thinking he recognized the title of one of the tunes, Ares tapped it and it began to play.

I know you wanna leave me,
But I refuse to let you go

Yes, he knew this tune.  His head began bobbing around on his shoulders while his foot kept time with the beat.
If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy,
I don't mind cuz' you mean that much to me

Alena laughed.

"Come on, dance for me."

It had been a very long time since Alena danced and she thought it was possible she had forgotten how.  She wished he had picked something a little slower.

"Shy?"  She was blushing.  Ares stood up.  "I that case, come on, dance with me, Alena."

"With you?" Alena asked in soft surprise.  "You dance?"

"I love to dance."  Ares grabbed her hand, raised it over her head and twirled her around.  "I am also good at it, as you can see," he said without a dose of modesty as he dipped her and then brought her back to her feet.
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin’
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go

"So modest," she quipped yet the dip and sweep was very swift and very expertly pulled off by her partner; it also came out of nowhere, yet not for a single second did she fear he would drop her or haul her to her feet with too much force.  For a few moments, Alena wondered if this was what it felt like when the girls talked about their Senior Proms.  The boys they went with and the things they did. "Will you never stop surprising me?"

"I hope not and only with the most delightful of things."

 "I never would have believed that you like to dance."  Or that he would look so damn sexy while he was doing it.

"Everything in Life has its own rhythm, its own beat, from waging war to making love to dancing.  You just have to listen for it and then fall into it," Ares said easily and twirled her once.



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Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 17) with Felicity Heaton!!

How about a date with an angel....of hell that!!!!!

Name: Asmodeus

Age: unknown, several thousand years old

Race: Angel

Height/Weight: 6’2” / 200lbs+

Eye Color/Hair Color: Golden eyes with flecks of amber and black. Midnight black hair, worn short and wild.

The Sexy Lowdown:
Dark, dangerous and deadly, Asmodeus is the King of Demons and was created millennia ago when the Devil first defeated Apollyon, Heaven's great angel of destruction. The Devil used the blood of Apollyon to create Asmodeus, his own dark destroyer.

Asmodeus is more than content with his situation as the Devil's right hand man, and has spent his entire life in Hell, carrying out his master's commands. He is happiest when torturing demons or mortals for information or fun, or merely to amuse his master. While he lived with the Devil in his fortress for countless centuries, he now lives in his own black castle in the wastelands of Hell, and allows none to venture close to it.

He is quick to resort to violence and has an infinite capacity for evil, with almost no good in him, and has secrets that even his master doesn't know.

He has never left Hell before his romance begins in Her Wicked Angel, and has always wanted to see the mortal realm with his own eyes. When he is finally given leave to visit that realm, he meets a witch who will change his life forever, challenge him at every turn, and unleash a side of himself he had always tried to hide.

Since meeting Liora, he has developed a love of cakes and sweet items, strawberries, and the stars, and likes to share all of them with his woman, and also a tolerance for his twin, Apollyon, and others.

The King of Demons and the Devil’s right hand man, Asmodeus is a dark angel born of evil and created for destruction. When his master orders him to venture into the mortal world and retrieve a female for him, he seizes the chance to leave Hell for the first time, uncaring of what the Devil has planned for her… until he sets eyes on the most beautiful woman he has ever seen—a female who awakens new feelings within his black heart, unleashing passion so intense that it controls him and desire he cannot resist.

He will not let his wretched master have her. She will belong to him.

Liora is a witch with a bad reputation and an obsession with fighting demons. A mission gone wrong sees her sent to Paris to cool off, but when a dark and deadly warrior with a gaze of golden fire lands in her life, she ends up burning hotter than Hell for the wicked angel. Nothing will stand between her and the immense, forbidding male. Not her cousin. Not Asmodeus’s sworn enemy and twin, Apollyon. And certainly not the Devil.

Caught up in a tempest of danger and soul-searing passion, can they survive against the odds and seize their forever after?

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Excerpt from Her Wicked Angel
Liora ran her hands over his thighs, earning a low growl for her efforts. She wanted to curl up on them and fall asleep until her magic had replenished itself, but she couldn’t. She had to find a way back to her world, far away from this one and the Devil. Right now, she didn’t have the strength to teleport out of Hell, and wasn’t even sure if it would work if she tried. She knew how to teleport in her world but the rules were different here. This wasn’t her world and she would probably need to learn the trick to bending space in this realm before she could teleport.

“Can you take me home?” she said and knew from the way his eyes darkened that he didn’t like that request.

“No, not yet.” He leaned back again and stared up at her as she stepped back, trailing her hands off his thighs and coming to stand a few feet away from him. She frowned at him, taking in the number of injuries that remained on his body and how weak he had been when he had first returned through the portal.

He wasn’t in any condition to transport her out of this realm and neither was she.

“It is not safe right now,” he said and Romulus sat up beside him. Asmodeus stroked him between his ears, his gaze still locked on her. “Later.”

The intensity of his gaze on her and her awareness of him increased, until the world around her fell away and she was aware of only him and the feelings flowing through her, lighting up her blood like firecrackers and reigniting her desire.

Before her sat a powerful male, bloodstained and beaten because he desired to protect her, a dark and wicked angel capable of incredible evil and absolute good. A king of demons on his throne.

He was everything cruel and vicious, dangerous and deadly, and the tiny sensible part of her heart said that she should fear this man. She was in his world now, a land of shadows and terror, and he wasn’t going to let her go. He wanted to keep her here in his castle and that alone should scare her and make her want to leave.

Funny, but all she could think about was crawling onto his lap and satisfying her need for him.

“Will you kiss me again, Liora?” he husked and a hot shiver went through her, causing fire to pool in her belly. “I would like that.”

It was all the confirmation her remaining sensible part needed. He could take her home if he wanted to, but he was enjoying having her here in his castle, all to himself, away from her cousin and his twin.

Sensible Liora said to demand that he take her home.

Wicked Liora crushed that tiny voice, obliterating it.

This beautiful deadly male before her was such a contradiction, a mixture of innocence and experience. She liked the way he looked at her as if he wanted to devour her. She liked that he didn’t want to let her leave now that he had her in his home. She loved that he didn’t care about anyone, but he seemed to care about her.

She liked that she could tease him and he would find a way to compromise and please her.

He would do anything to keep her.

“Unlike you, I do need to eat when I’m in Hell. I’ll starve if you keep me here.”

He frowned and folded his arms across his chest, causing his muscles to bunch and tense in a way that stoked the fire in her belly, making it overflow into her veins again, heating her to a thousand degrees.

“I enjoyed my first experience of food. It was interesting. Sweet. I would like to eat more. I want to experience other food.”

“We can do that.” She was tempted to mention that he would have to leave Hell to procure said food and therefore he could take her with him, but resisted. She couldn’t resist teasing him a little more to get a reaction from him though. Proof of innocence, as it were. “I know what caffeine does to angels so we’ll keep away from that.”

His frown deepened. “What does it do?”

Liora motioned a rising action with her rigid right index finger, swinging it slowly upwards, and pointedly looked down at his black loincloth and the worn strips of armour covering it.

Asmodeus’s eyes went wide and a blush darkened his cheeks, visible even through the blood and grime. He looked down at his crotch and then up into her eyes.

“It will make me hard?”

Liora blushed worse than he was from the blunt way he said that when she had been too afraid to say it aloud. It wasn’t like her. Normally, she was forward and spoke her mind without blushing. She had been blushing like a maiden around Asmodeus though, as if she was the one verging on her first time.

“Get me food then… if you want me to stay here for a while.” She cursed under her breath as those words left her in a stuttering unsteady manner.

Asmodeus nodded. “I will feed you and take care of your needs.”

Liora bit her lower lip and tried not to jump on that one, but she failed dramatically. “All of my needs?”

He blushed again but quickly recovered. His golden gaze darkened with desire and she shivered under the intensity of it.

“All of them,” he growled and swiftly stood and closed the gap between them.

He brushed the knuckles of his right hand across her face, tunnelled his fingers into her chestnut hair and grasped it tightly. Liora gasped when he tugged her head backwards and banded his other arm around her, holding her immobile and powerless. His hungry gaze fell to her lips. He growled again, a husky feral sound that thrilled her, dropped his head and kissed her hard, devouring her mouth and dominating her. She melted into him, helpless against the force of his kiss and the pleasure that swept through her in response.

Liora ran her palms down his bare chest and pressed her short nails into his pectorals. He growled into her mouth and kissed her harder, his tongue tangling with hers, stoking her own passion until she battled him for dominance and could think only of satisfying her incredible need for her powerful wicked angel.

Asmodeus tightened his grip on her long hair and snarled as he deepened the kiss, taking all of her, driving her into submission. She went willingly, allowing him to master her and take the lead, letting him pour out his passion and feeling it flow over her.

This was the passion she had felt locked within him.

Passion she had awakened.

Passion she would unleash.

About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton writes passionate paranormal romance books as Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!

If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, Felicity Heaton’s best selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series she writes as F E Heaton or any of her stand alone vampire romance books she writes as Felicity Heaton. Or if you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try Felicity Heaton’s new Vampire Erotic Theatre series.

In 2011, five of her six paranormal romance books received Top Pick awards from Night Owl Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated as Best PNR Vampire Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her releases received five star reviews from numerous websites.
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Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 16) with Kallysten!!!

I just love my vampires...especially my kinky ones!!

Name: Morgan Ward
Age: officially 40. Actually 400.
Race: Vampire
Height/Weight: 6’.2”
Eye Color/Hair Color: Dark brown, chestnut

The Sexy Lowdown:

Morgan’s a tough nut to crack. Businessman, millionaire, bachelor, patron of the arts… But also recluse… For twenty years, he’s been keeping everyone but his vampire family at bay, haunted by a secret he buried deep inside himself. Don’t let his apparent grumpiness fool you: behind the jerk-of-the-hour act hides a kind, considerate man only waiting for the right woman to emerge again…

Book blurb

First part of the Ward of the Vampire serial

It’s THE party of the season. Socialites, artists and A-list stars have been invited to Morgan Ward’s birthday bash, including Angelina’s boss, Delilah.

For months, Angelina has been looking at the preparations from afar, but never did she imagine that, come the day, Miss Delilah would put her in a gorgeous gown and bring her along as her ‘plus one.’

Wandering from crowded room to crowded room in the sumptuous mansion, Angelina grows overwhelmed and escapes onto a balcony, only to find it occupied by her host. That first meeting leaves her struggling for her very life, but she soon gets an unexpected do-over.

Meeting Morgan Ward for the first time all over again, Angelina finds herself falling into his arms… But is it all only a fantasy?

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I checked that no one was paying attention to me, then slipped behind the curtain and opened the window. It was only when I stepped onto the balcony that I realized someone was already there.

He was leaning forward, one elbow resting on the ornate stone balustrade, his chin propped in his palm. His hair was darker than ink. When he glanced back, I barely saw the cigarette hanging from his lips.

My eyes went straight to his, and I couldn’t suppress a quiet gasp. They were so dark that they seemed completely black. I knew it was only because of the lack of light, but just the same, that look made me shiver. That, and the cold December air. He didn’t seem to mind the cold at all. He’d taken his tuxedo jacket off, and it rested on the balustrade next to him.

“The freaking party’s inside,” he said in an exhalation of smoke, looking away again. “Go back in and leave me the hell alone.”

At any other time, I’d have stammered an apology and gone back in. I honestly don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the champagne. Maybe I simply couldn’t stand going back to all that noise, all those people quite yet. Maybe it was the smoke; I quit a long time ago, but when I’m stressed I still crave nicotine. Or maybe I was just tired of doing what other people told me to.

“I don’t think so,” I replied, stepping to the other end of the balcony, as far away from him and from that delicious smoke as I could. “Why go in and enjoy the company of so many pleasant people when I can be out here with a jerk?”

I was looking down at the park on the other side of the street, but from the corner of my eye I could see him turn his face to me, the end of the cigarette flaring bright red when he sucked in a breath.

“Why indeed inflict such charm on them,” he drawled, “when you can focus it on me? Name your price, already and go.”

I turned fully toward him, outraged. “My price?” I repeated, probably in a too loud voice. “My price for what? Who do you think I am?”

“I have no idea whatsoever who you are,” he said, looking away from me again. “But I know your kind. I know why you come to parties like this, showing skin halfway down to your navel.”

I gasped in disbelief, my free hand instinctively coming up to the exposed skin above the top of my gown. Compared to some other décolleté dresses I’d seen that night, mine was nothing if not conservative. And it definitely didn’t go down to my navel.

“How dare you,” I started, but he wasn’t finished.

“Your kind only wants two things. To meet famous people or to swindle money out of them. Either go back in or name your price. Or would you rather I get you thrown out of my home?”

My outrage and protests vanished in the time of a heartbeat, as I understood who he was.

My home, he’d said.

I shuddered as I remembered Miss Delilah’s admonition. She’d told me to be nice. And instead…

My heart jumped to my throat. My chest constricted until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Every inch of my body felt as though my skin were being sliced with shards of glass.

I knew only two things in that instant. I was in front of Morgan Ward, my host, Miss Delilah’s brother, whom I’d been rude to. And I was about to die.

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Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 15) with Brenda Dyer!!

Let's get wicked with another kick-ass sexy vampire!!
Name: Kal from the Fifth Vampire Clan
Age: 120
Race: Vampire
Height: 6ft 4in/ Weight: Not sure
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black with blue highlights

Sexy Low-down: 

Kal is a vampire warrior. Although the youngest slayer in Roarik’s squad, Kal has proven himself as a valuable member of the team. On the outside he appears as a carefree bachelor, but inside he yearns for love and a family. But this secret he guards from the other slayers. His handsome face and tall, well muscled body get him a lot of attention from women—vampires and humans. And over the course of his life, he has sure learned how to make a woman feel like a woman, lol. But hands down, what makes Kal so damn sexy is his wicked sense of humor. He loves nothing more than pulling pranks on the other slayers stationed at the base—which usually results in a black eye or two, lol.

Kal has two tattoos: one circling his left bicep, which shows what family he comes from, and the other is a naked woman between his shoulder blades. To find out whom the nude woman is and why he has her tattooed on his body, pick up a copy of Prophecy’s Child.

His secret will shatter her world.
Katherine Colby’s life splintered ten years ago when her lover suddenly vanished, leaving her with more than a broken heart. But when Kal unexpectedly makes an appearance, her safe, dependable existence is shattered once more. Drawn into Kal’s deadly world of vampires and demons, she must now put aside her hurt and anger and learn to trust him. Can she forgive past deceptions and find the courage to love again? Or will she turn away the one man who owns her heart and soul?

Her secret will change his life.
Powerful, and lethal, Kal is a vampire warrior, sworn to protect humans from demons. Loving Katherine too much to pull her into his dangerous world, Kal deserted her, believing his decision was best for them both. But not even time could assuage his yearning for the woman who has captured his heart. As fate tosses them together once again, Kal must fight to win Katherine’s trust and forgiveness before evil separates them forever. But is he ready to become the man she needs him to be? Or will he lose the one woman he can’t live without?

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In this excerpt, Kal’s mother just found out about Katherine and Ike, and she is none too thrilled. Kal is none too thrilled with his mother’s attitude.

Whisperings in their native tongue tickled Kal’s ear. His righteous mother prayed to her gods.
Try praying for your soul, Mother, because you’re being a royal bitch.
The quiet mumblings stopped, and Cataronia’s hard tone was back in action. “Take your son from the mother. We can make this work. Of course, I will have to inform the females I’ve chosen for you of this…atrocity, yet after all, you are a respected warrior from the fifth clan. As long as we make it clear your son will not be in line to be your heir, it shouldn’t be a problem. Although, I think it would be wise if he lived elsewhere. I can set him up in a nice house and hire staff to take care of him. He’ll be well provided for. This way it shouldn’t interfere with your upcoming marriage.”
Shock over her cold and calculating words made him sick to his stomach. “Wow, Mother. You have it all figured out. But for one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“The only wedding that’ll take place is one between Katherine and me. That’s her name, if you were wondering. And obviously you didn’t hear me. I love her.”
“Oh, son. You can’t mean that. She’s a human—she’s beneath you. Don’t sacrifice your happiness, because you feel a misguided sense of moral responsibility toward her.”
“Sacrifice my happiness? Did you seriously just say that? Let me tell you something, my dear sweet Mother. I would be sacrificing my happiness if I were to go along with your plan and marry one of those cold bitches you’ve picked out for me. And another thing. You blame humans for this war. Try blaming those whose fault it really is. Your precious gods.”

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Let's move on to some out-of-this-world sexiness....literally!!
Name: Noah
Age: 520 years old - but I don't look a day over 30
Race: SR44ian in a human body
Height/Weight: 6'8/270
Eye Color/Hair Color: dark brown hair. During the day, my eyes are black, after the sun sets, they glow a warm orange

The Sexy Lowdown: I am the reluctant leader of the Six Saviors, a group of Warriors sent to eradicate the evil of my race that was unleashed on Earth over two hundred years ago. I say reluctant because I really don't want the job, but none of my fellow Warriors have stepped up to the plate, so the job has fallen on me.
I'm focused and determined to get my job done, and I expect my fellow Warriors to take our mission seriously and not mess around. 

As with any SR44 male, my biggest Achilles heel is my mate. If I were looking for a mate, I would be looking for a female like my mate, Abby. I need a strong female. Abby keeps me in line when my temper or stress gets out of control. I love a good whiskey, sitting with Abby outside at night - especially during a full moon cuddled up under a thick blanket, large dinners with my fellow Warriors and their mates, and snuggling up to Abby at any time she'll let me.

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When Abby and Noah meet, there is an explosive attraction between them that neither can deny...

As a shy, awkward, social misfit, Abby has gone her whole life feeling as though she's different from everyone else and she simply doesn't fit in well with society as a whole. She longs to feel a real connection with someone, and she finally does when she meets Noah.

Unbeknownst to Abby, Noah is from another world and his sole purpose is to hunt down the evil of his people that was unleashed on Earth hundreds of years ago. He's certain he isn't going to be able to return to his home, and anger and the need for revenge are his constant companions. His focus has been eradicating the evil and making them pay for taking his life on his world away from him.

Noah tries desperately to fight his attraction to Abby so he can keep his focus on his mission. But when Abby gets dragged into the evil and mayhem from Noah's world, he realizes that maybe with Abby he can find a home here on Earth...if he can save her in time.
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She met Noah’s eyes and smiled. What she saw there surprised her. His eyes grew even darker, and the half grin on his face made him look endearing, almost like a little boy who had been caught stealing cookies and was sheepishly trying to get out of it. She held her breath as his hand suddenly grazed over her cheek, slid down her shoulder, and briefly squeezed her fingers.

“Goodnight, Abby,” he said quietly and turned back toward his car. As he walked into the sunset, Abby watched his large body move, feeling stunned. Her cheek burned where he had touched her, and she found her heart beating a little faster. She reminded herself to breathe. She loved the way his shoulders seemed to roll with every step, the way his long, strong legs carried him with a lethal grace.

She shook her head and tried to bring herself around to reality. If he could make her feel like that with just a touch to the cheek, she couldn’t imagine what would happen if he kissed her.

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