Happy Middle of the week to you, folks. It's that time again, where we tease you from a WIP or published work, thanks to the lovely Sandra Bunino who brings us together every week.
It's been a while since I teased from a WIP, and as I've been living and breathing my Protectors series, lately, I thought I would introduce you to Dimitrius and Eva from The Vampire's Protector. This will be book 4 in the series.
Book one, Her Bear Protector released last year, and it took me a while to get on with the series, but for the first time ever, I am writing a series one after the other...
Not quite sure what got into my muse to be honest with you, but then again, she does have some rather yummy inspiration. Check out The Protectors Board on Pinterest.
The Witch's Protector (Book 2) is scheduled to release April 2nd, and I have just had an acceptance for book three in the series, Her Lion Protector,which is set to release April 28th.
Which brings me to book four.
To set the scene a little, Eva is a Golden Eagle shifter and a Protector. She ran into a spot of bother with a nest of vamps the night before, and is waking up in a stranger's house... Meet Dimitrius.
It's been a while since I teased from a WIP, and as I've been living and breathing my Protectors series, lately, I thought I would introduce you to Dimitrius and Eva from The Vampire's Protector. This will be book 4 in the series.
Book one, Her Bear Protector released last year, and it took me a while to get on with the series, but for the first time ever, I am writing a series one after the other...
Not quite sure what got into my muse to be honest with you, but then again, she does have some rather yummy inspiration. Check out The Protectors Board on Pinterest.
The Witch's Protector (Book 2) is scheduled to release April 2nd, and I have just had an acceptance for book three in the series, Her Lion Protector,which is set to release April 28th.
Which brings me to book four.
To set the scene a little, Eva is a Golden Eagle shifter and a Protector. She ran into a spot of bother with a nest of vamps the night before, and is waking up in a stranger's house... Meet Dimitrius.
**** This is unedited first draft material, so please excuse any mistakes.****
Eva groaned as she tried to turn her head away from that annoying beam, and a soft laugh echoed from the bottom of her bed. Only it wasn’t her bed, was it? With a start Eva realized that she was naked and tied to a sumptuous four poster bed that wouldn’t have looked amiss in a period drama. Antiques made up the room, and on one of those surely priceless pieces of period furniture sat the man from last night. Her breathing hitched as he raised the crystal goblet in his hand, swirled the dark liquid around, and then raised the glass up in a mock salute, before he downed it in one swallow.
Unbidden her gaze followed the movement of his throat, as he swallowed, and snared on the open neckline of his shirt. He’d left several buttons undone, revealing a powerful chest with a light dusting of dark hair that led down to his belt buckle and her throat went dry as she caught sight of the massive bulge in his tailored trousers. He wasn’t a shifter, she sensed that much, and he didn’t have the overbearing muscle mass most male shifters had, but he still had a presence that took her breath away. Corded forearms flexed, as he leaned back in the chair he occupied, and the rolled up sleeves of his old fashioned style of shirt hitched higher up his naturally tanned arms. It made her wonder what his nationality was.
“Sleeping beauty is awake, I see. Tell me, did I pass the inspection?” Unwanted heat rose in Eva’s cheeks, and she groaned under her breath. Really, blushing? Had she woken up in an alternate universe, where she was reduced back to a simpering female who couldn’t look at a man without blushing? So, he’d caught her checking him out, so what?
Her eagle strained to get closer to this man, and Eva yanked on her restraints. The action made the sheet covering her slip, and she froze when one of her breasts was exposed to the chilly air. Immediately that nipple puckered, and Eva couldn’t shake the feeling that it had more to do with the sudden spark of heat in the stranger’s gaze than the actual room. It wasn’t that cold in here. In fact had he just turned up the heat? It sure felt like it, as he rose out of the chair with a grace belying his large frame, and walked up to her. He pulled the sheet back over her bosom with a sinful grin that made her curl her toes under, and meant her Eagle was ready to snuggle. Really now, since when was her inner animal the snuggly type, let alone with a man she had only just met and who had tied her up.
Belatedly that nugget of insight made it through her befuddled brain and she yanked on her restraints again.
The man shook his head, and put his large hand on her forearm. Curiously cool that hand seemed to nonetheless burn her skin, and meant she stopped struggling instantly.
“That’s better, myshka, I wouldn’t want you to hurt that arm again. It was a nasty break and I dare say you’ll be stiff for a while.”
That accent of his was to die for and the deep tones of his gravelly voice washed over her senses, and made her want to just do as she was told. It was ridiculous, this hold this man seemed to have on her, and hello, Eva, he’s tied you up, while you were unconscious. Wake up.
“Why the hell am I tied up?” She managed to get the words out, at last, and tried for her best intimidating glare. Tried and failed, if the breathy quality of those words and the amusement dancing in his black eyes was anything to go by.
Damn it all to hell and back, where was her usual spunk and attitude? She was a Protector, for fucks, sake, and majestic golden eagle, and this man...
“And who the hell are you? Did you kidnap me?” Her voice rose to a shrill shriek in her agitation, and her tormentor ran a hand through his thick hair, and smiled down at her. The bed dipped as he sat down on the edge of it, and her breathing sped up, when he ran just the tip of his index finger up and down her throat and into valley of her breasts. The sheet slipped again, until it barely covered her assets, and she bit her lip. This really shouldn’t be such a turn on. What the hell was wrong with her this morning?
He watched her through hooded lids, and shook his head.
“Myshka, do I look as though I need to kidnap women?”
Normally speaking the arrogant tilt to his mouth would have earned him at least a verbal dressing down, but her ability for snarkyness seemed to have disappeared with her clothes. Besides, he had a point. The man was walking, talking Viagra for any female, after all.
“Why do you keep calling me that? And who the hell are you. Fucking untie me, you… you…”
Her world tilted anew when he frowned and there was a distinct click, she was all too familiar with. No, it couldn’t be. It was daylight for fuck’s sake. At least the jolt of seeing his fangs cleared her lust filled brain, as the events of last night came back to her in glorious Technicolor detail. She’d pranged her bike, and then she’d fought those vamps, and he’d been there, sitting on his car. Watching her with the same slightly bemused expression he wore now. And then the others had arrived, and she’d shifted, and then…
“Fuck, you’re a vamp.”
“Very observant of you, girl, but if you don’t stop swearing in front of me, I’ll have to gag that pretty mouth of yours. Young ladies should not need to resort to such degrading words.”
Eva knew her mouth dropped open at his words, and he laughed. It gave her a clear view of his fangs, and she shook her head in disbelief.
“Young ladies? Really, enough of this. What the hell are you? A period actor? I get it now, this is all a prank. Explains this whole ridiculous set up.” She frowned at him when he simply stared at her, as though he suddenly couldn’t understand English, and rolled her eyes in annoyance. His mouth set in a grim line and the way he raised one eyebrow at her, almost made her relent, but this had to be a set up. It just had to.
Taking a deep breath in, she firmed her voice and hollered.
“Sasha, enough, call your actor off, and let me loose, or so help me, when I get free I’ll have your fucking hide.”
The man in front of her moved so fast she never saw it coming. One minute she was shouting the next another one of those linen handkerchiefs she’d seen him use last night to dust off the vamp remains of his shoes, was stuffed in her mouth, and his large hand closed over her lips.
Eva yanked at her restraints, and screamed around the gag in her mouth as loud as he could, but nothing came up bar a muffled sound.
“I told you what would happen when you swear again in front of me, and I always follow through on my words. Now hold still, and stop struggling. It took a fair amount of my blood to heal you, and I really don’t want to see it going to waste. If you don’t start doing as you’re told, I’ll have no compunction to put you over my knee and paddle that luscious ass of yours, until you do listen to me. Do you understand me, myshka?”
He paused to assess her reaction, and when she grunted her acknowledgement, his hold on her mouth relented. Eva spat the handkerchief out, and he lifted a glass of water to her lips.
“Here, drink this, and if you promise me to behave yourself I’ll cut you loose.”
In her astonishment at his words the sip of water she’d just partook of went completely down the wrong way, and he swore. The world tilted again, and in the next instant her hands were free and she was sitting up with him gently patting her back.
When she could breathe without coughing, she stared at him through watery eyes. That’s it she’d lost her mind. He was sitting right in that beam of sunlight. What the holy fuck was going on?
******
*sniggers*
As you might have guessed, Dimitrius is not your average vampire....
Do hop along to to the other teasers today, and if you're an Author, then why not join us next week? You can sign up on Sandra's blog.
Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.
D xxxx
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Siobhan Muir
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Nicola Cameron Writes
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Sandra Bunino
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Kacey Hammell
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Carlene Love Flores
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Kai Tyler
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Lucy Felthouse
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Author Lynn Burke
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Doris O'Connor
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London's Scribbles
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Living the Dream
Eva groaned as she tried to turn her head away from that annoying beam, and a soft laugh echoed from the bottom of her bed. Only it wasn’t her bed, was it? With a start Eva realized that she was naked and tied to a sumptuous four poster bed that wouldn’t have looked amiss in a period drama. Antiques made up the room, and on one of those surely priceless pieces of period furniture sat the man from last night. Her breathing hitched as he raised the crystal goblet in his hand, swirled the dark liquid around, and then raised the glass up in a mock salute, before he downed it in one swallow.
Unbidden her gaze followed the movement of his throat, as he swallowed, and snared on the open neckline of his shirt. He’d left several buttons undone, revealing a powerful chest with a light dusting of dark hair that led down to his belt buckle and her throat went dry as she caught sight of the massive bulge in his tailored trousers. He wasn’t a shifter, she sensed that much, and he didn’t have the overbearing muscle mass most male shifters had, but he still had a presence that took her breath away. Corded forearms flexed, as he leaned back in the chair he occupied, and the rolled up sleeves of his old fashioned style of shirt hitched higher up his naturally tanned arms. It made her wonder what his nationality was.
“Sleeping beauty is awake, I see. Tell me, did I pass the inspection?” Unwanted heat rose in Eva’s cheeks, and she groaned under her breath. Really, blushing? Had she woken up in an alternate universe, where she was reduced back to a simpering female who couldn’t look at a man without blushing? So, he’d caught her checking him out, so what?
Her eagle strained to get closer to this man, and Eva yanked on her restraints. The action made the sheet covering her slip, and she froze when one of her breasts was exposed to the chilly air. Immediately that nipple puckered, and Eva couldn’t shake the feeling that it had more to do with the sudden spark of heat in the stranger’s gaze than the actual room. It wasn’t that cold in here. In fact had he just turned up the heat? It sure felt like it, as he rose out of the chair with a grace belying his large frame, and walked up to her. He pulled the sheet back over her bosom with a sinful grin that made her curl her toes under, and meant her Eagle was ready to snuggle. Really now, since when was her inner animal the snuggly type, let alone with a man she had only just met and who had tied her up.
Belatedly that nugget of insight made it through her befuddled brain and she yanked on her restraints again.
The man shook his head, and put his large hand on her forearm. Curiously cool that hand seemed to nonetheless burn her skin, and meant she stopped struggling instantly.
“That’s better, myshka, I wouldn’t want you to hurt that arm again. It was a nasty break and I dare say you’ll be stiff for a while.”
That accent of his was to die for and the deep tones of his gravelly voice washed over her senses, and made her want to just do as she was told. It was ridiculous, this hold this man seemed to have on her, and hello, Eva, he’s tied you up, while you were unconscious. Wake up.
“Why the hell am I tied up?” She managed to get the words out, at last, and tried for her best intimidating glare. Tried and failed, if the breathy quality of those words and the amusement dancing in his black eyes was anything to go by.
Damn it all to hell and back, where was her usual spunk and attitude? She was a Protector, for fucks, sake, and majestic golden eagle, and this man...
“And who the hell are you? Did you kidnap me?” Her voice rose to a shrill shriek in her agitation, and her tormentor ran a hand through his thick hair, and smiled down at her. The bed dipped as he sat down on the edge of it, and her breathing sped up, when he ran just the tip of his index finger up and down her throat and into valley of her breasts. The sheet slipped again, until it barely covered her assets, and she bit her lip. This really shouldn’t be such a turn on. What the hell was wrong with her this morning?
He watched her through hooded lids, and shook his head.
“Myshka, do I look as though I need to kidnap women?”
Normally speaking the arrogant tilt to his mouth would have earned him at least a verbal dressing down, but her ability for snarkyness seemed to have disappeared with her clothes. Besides, he had a point. The man was walking, talking Viagra for any female, after all.
“Why do you keep calling me that? And who the hell are you. Fucking untie me, you… you…”
Her world tilted anew when he frowned and there was a distinct click, she was all too familiar with. No, it couldn’t be. It was daylight for fuck’s sake. At least the jolt of seeing his fangs cleared her lust filled brain, as the events of last night came back to her in glorious Technicolor detail. She’d pranged her bike, and then she’d fought those vamps, and he’d been there, sitting on his car. Watching her with the same slightly bemused expression he wore now. And then the others had arrived, and she’d shifted, and then…
“Fuck, you’re a vamp.”
“Very observant of you, girl, but if you don’t stop swearing in front of me, I’ll have to gag that pretty mouth of yours. Young ladies should not need to resort to such degrading words.”
Eva knew her mouth dropped open at his words, and he laughed. It gave her a clear view of his fangs, and she shook her head in disbelief.
“Young ladies? Really, enough of this. What the hell are you? A period actor? I get it now, this is all a prank. Explains this whole ridiculous set up.” She frowned at him when he simply stared at her, as though he suddenly couldn’t understand English, and rolled her eyes in annoyance. His mouth set in a grim line and the way he raised one eyebrow at her, almost made her relent, but this had to be a set up. It just had to.
Taking a deep breath in, she firmed her voice and hollered.
“Sasha, enough, call your actor off, and let me loose, or so help me, when I get free I’ll have your fucking hide.”
The man in front of her moved so fast she never saw it coming. One minute she was shouting the next another one of those linen handkerchiefs she’d seen him use last night to dust off the vamp remains of his shoes, was stuffed in her mouth, and his large hand closed over her lips.
Eva yanked at her restraints, and screamed around the gag in her mouth as loud as he could, but nothing came up bar a muffled sound.
“I told you what would happen when you swear again in front of me, and I always follow through on my words. Now hold still, and stop struggling. It took a fair amount of my blood to heal you, and I really don’t want to see it going to waste. If you don’t start doing as you’re told, I’ll have no compunction to put you over my knee and paddle that luscious ass of yours, until you do listen to me. Do you understand me, myshka?”
He paused to assess her reaction, and when she grunted her acknowledgement, his hold on her mouth relented. Eva spat the handkerchief out, and he lifted a glass of water to her lips.
“Here, drink this, and if you promise me to behave yourself I’ll cut you loose.”
In her astonishment at his words the sip of water she’d just partook of went completely down the wrong way, and he swore. The world tilted again, and in the next instant her hands were free and she was sitting up with him gently patting her back.
When she could breathe without coughing, she stared at him through watery eyes. That’s it she’d lost her mind. He was sitting right in that beam of sunlight. What the holy fuck was going on?
******
*sniggers*
As you might have guessed, Dimitrius is not your average vampire....
Do hop along to to the other teasers today, and if you're an Author, then why not join us next week? You can sign up on Sandra's blog.
Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.
D xxxx
1.
Siobhan Muir
2.
Nicola Cameron Writes
3.
Sandra Bunino
4.
Kacey Hammell
5.
a romance writer's blog
6.
Carlene Love Flores
7.
Kai Tyler
8.
Lucy Felthouse
9.
Author Lynn Burke
10.
Doris O'Connor
11.
London's Scribbles
12.
Living the Dream
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