#TeaserTuesday – DEATH CALLS from The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novel Series

I am so excited to be sharing my re-release of DEATH CALLS with you today. This is #4 in The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novel series, but each book in the series stands alone. DEATH CALLS is one of my favs since it’s about sexy Southern vampire Ryder Latimer and FBI Agent Diana Reyes. After some time together, the darkness of Ryder’s vampire world is pulling them apart, especially when Diana is reunited with her former lover and wonders how it would be to have a normal human life.

This story received critical acclaim and was chosen as a Top Fantasy book by Catalina Magazine and Best Silhouette Nocture by the Cataromance website. Here’s a blurb and teaser for you!

 

Blurb

Darkness Calls to humans as well as vampires. . .

When FBI Agent Diana Reyes fell in love with Ryder Latimer, she knew that her life would never be the same. But her vampire lover brings passion into her life and Diana thought that and his love would be enough. Now she has her doubts if she can stay in his world. His darkness connects with something deep inside her, something that scares as much as it restores her life. But at times, she finds herself wishing for a “normal” life.

Ryder understands that his lover has fears about returning to the darkness that had once claimed her life.  He has fears of his own, namely losing her after a lifetime of being alone.  He doesn’t know what he would do without Diana in his life. When an FBI investigation pulls Diana into a dangerous and dark mission, Ryder is forced to make a choice: Can he let his lover go or will he bring her into his world forever, even if she will hate him for eternity?

Teaser

Warning this teaser is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!

“I don’t regret. . .us,” she whispered. Funny, but it was the truth despite her doubts. He was her damnation and her salvation.

“Let’s not talk about this now. The night is short and. . .I don’t want to spend it. . .”

Burying her head against his chest, she wrapped her arms around him. Her embrace shook loose something inside of him.

He needed to make it impossible for her to deny that this was real, no matter how many doubts both of them now seemed to be having.

It was sweet torture, the feel of her breasts skimming his chest. Her warmth slowly worked its way into the cold of his body. The heat of her passion drove the chill from his skin.

She tugged him toward her bed. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

She wore her false bravado face. Funny how he could recognize it so easily. Funny how he wanted to drive the fear from her until she truly welcomed him into her bed. Invited him into her heart.

“Can you deny it’s what you want, as well?” he said.

She couldn’t lie to herself. She needed more of him. She always needed more even if she refused to give a name to that desire. Even as she wondered if it was a result of some vampire head game, much as Foley had suggested.

Ask me to touch you, he said.

Why?

His demanding reply came swiftly. Because I need you to want me as much as I want you.

“Dios, Ryder. I need you.”

Slowly, way too slowly, he lowered his hand until it rested on top of the nest of curls between her legs. She pressed her hips up, urging him on. He breached the edge of her panties and unerringly found her center.

Beneath his fingers, Ryder experienced the pull of her. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air, so strong that the vampire within begged for a taste. He had lost the battle last time. He wouldn’t allow it to happen tonight. If the animal came. . .she might hate him—or herself—for surrendering to the demon.

He dropped a trail of kisses along her body. She opened her legs, knowing his intent and welcoming it. He slipped between her legs, brought his mouth to her sensitive nub.

Her hips arched in acceptance.

Her wetness—slick against him—and the smell of her. . .the heat. . .He groaned and she held his head to her.

He lost the battle.

The change surged over him. It was almost too much. The smell of their sexual musk. Her racing pulse reverberating in his ears. Her nether lips, wet and flush with blood. The demon imagined feeding there, at her most private of places.

He gasped at the roiling passion making his loins ache and looked up at her with his vampire face. Fangs exposed. Eyes glowing. Skin flushed and warm.

Order

You can order DEATH CALLS at the following retailers and don’t forget that I have special 99 cent pricing on the first books in the series!

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#TeaserTuesday – Free Read from Temptation Calls Vampire Suspense

As you may know from visiting, THE CALLING IS REBORN Vampire Suspense series is a series of the heart. This particular book, TEMPTATION CALLS, is special to me because it tells the story of a woman who has overcome so much adversity and still has the strength to help others avoid the violence and pain she has experienced in her life. The heroine, Samantha Turner, is a mixed-race woman who suffered domestic violence and lost her life at the hands of a vampire. There’s also a twist you won’t see coming and it has to do with sexy Southern Vampire Ryder Latimer. I won’t spill, but it’s a big one! I hope you enjoy this free read.
The Calling is Reborn Vampire Suspense series

Teaser

As lives went, both of hers had sucked.

Samantha Turner’s long existence has been filled with nothing but brutality and pain.  But despite that, she still has the strength to help others escape the violence she could not and deep inside her undead heart, she still hopes that one day she will find love. When NYPD Detective Peter Daly enters her life, Samantha dares to want the kind of life she thought she had forever lost.

It’s his job and his calling to keep his city safe.

NYPD Homicide Detective Peter Daly has but one goal in his life:  to protect and serve the people of the City of New York.  Ever since his ex-wife’s betrayal, Peter has stopped hoping for the kind of life he’d thought he’d once have.  One with a loving woman and kids waiting for him after a day of fighting for justice.  The last thing he expected or wanted was to fall in love with a woman whose immortal existence threatens to pull him into an underworld unlike any he could have imagined. But can Peter ignore the temptation that calls him to be her lover?

Excerpt

Chapter 1
Spanish Harlem, 2004

As lives went, both of hers had sucked. Still, life went on and on and on, and everyday things still had to be dealt with.

Samantha Turner bore the weight of the heavy bags without complaint. They were filled with groceries for the women and children at her shelter — The Artemis Shelter. She’d struggled to be able to make it a reality and had finally succeeded a few years ago.

Now she was finally doing something positive with this life. The shelter was a resting place; a halfway house where women and their children could heal and find a way out of the abusive relationships in their lives. With her help, many families had already broken the cycle of violence which had cursed Samantha’s existence.

The local Gristedes would have delivered the groceries, but after being trapped indoors all day long, Samantha wanted to go out into the night air. Savor the activity of the city that never slept. Revel in its humanity and prepare for another day of battling its cruelty.

The bags pulled at her arms, not that she minded. Just another half a block and she’d be home. Back at the shelter.

She rounded the corner onto her block and noticed the group lingering on the stoop next to the shelter — a few youths from the neighborhood and two younger children. It was nearly midnight. Too late for them and their hip hop music blaring from the boom box on the railing.

Despite the distance and the dark, Samantha was able to identify who loitered on the stoop: Juan Williams, his little brother and sister, plus an assortment of kids from Juan’s self-made posse. Mrs. Williams worked the late shift at a nearby hospital and Juan was supposed to take care of things when she was gone.

He did anything but, Samantha thought as she quickened her pace so that she could get the younger Williams children inside and in bed where their mother expected them to be. It was the kind of thing they all did for one another in the neighborhood — watching out for each other to try and improve their daily lives.

In the years since Samantha had brought the Artemis Shelter to this part of New York, life had gotten better for this block and that sense of community had slowly spread to the adjacent blocks. Funny that her little point of light came from something darker than most could begin to imagine.

Samantha was halfway down the street when a car came sharply around the corner, tires squealing it car swerved for a moment before the driver could right it. The squeal was not enough to hide the other noises Samantha heard. The lock and load sound of a weapon. The voices urging on the shooter as he stuck himself halfway out the open window of the car as it traveled toward her and the youths on the stoop.

So many in harm’s way. Too many, she thought.

Samantha dropped the bags and in the brief span of a second made a difficult decision. Accelerating beyond human speed, she grabbed the two youngest children and carried them down the stairs to the shelter’s lower level. She shoved them into a far corner of the stairwell before returning to street level to help the others.

The loud pop-pop-pop of gunfire erupted in the night. Bullets flew, striking sparks where they hit brick and stone. Splattering blood and bits of human where they connected with flesh and bone.

The teenagers scurried to get away, their bodies jerking and thrashing about as they failed to avoid the line of fire.

As Samantha reached for one youth, a bullet tore into her upper back and another lower, into her side, the impact of the bullets nearly knocking her over. She kept on moving, carrying the teenager away from the stoop and to the stairwell while the shooter continued to fire.

Then as suddenly as it began, it stopped. The car peeled away with another angry squeal of its tires. Samantha heard the congratulations and rejoicing of its occupants. Anger rose up sharply within her. She left the children and teenager in the stairwell and raced after the car, intent on retribution, the animal within wanting vengeance.

As she neared the back of the car, the human side of her rose up. Instead of going for the throat of the nearest occupant, she memorized the faces of those responsible, and then dropped back and noted the car’s license plate number.

When the car whipped around the far corner, Samantha stopped chasing it. Others needed her. Even this far down the block, the smell of gun smoke and blood was strong. Too strong, Samantha thought, battling the urge threatening to overwhelm her.

She took a deep breath, began a slow walk back to the stoop. In the distance there was already the sound of a siren, fast approaching. It grated on her sensitive hearing and she reached up to cover her ears.

The familiar touch of his strong hand came against her shoulder. She turned.

“They can’t see you like that,” he said, motioning with his free hand to her face. “And you’re hurt.”

“I’ll be okay, Ricardo, but . . . Is there anything you can do for the others?” Samantha asked him and gestured down the block to where bodies littered the stoop and sidewalk.

Ricardo slipped off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, revealing his naked chest and a low-slung pair of pajama bottoms. He’d clearly just run out of his place — a small botanica on the corner of her block — without bothering to change.

“I’m not sure — ”

“Someone has to see to them. I can’t go back right now,” Samantha said. There were too many things trapping her in her current state — her anger, the smell of blood and the pain from her injuries. She couldn’t afford to have her secret revealed to anyone else.

Ricardo nodded, reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her the keys to his place. “Go and rest. I’ll do what I can.”

Samantha thanked him, and then quickly gave Ricardo a description of the occupants of the car and the license plate number. With his keys in hand, she fled to the safety of Ricardo’s botanica. Once inside, the smells of the various herbs, flowers and candles he kept there calmed her heightened senses. She moved slowly toward the back of the shop and the steps leading up to Ricardo’s living area.

She’d been there often. Many in the neighborhood suspected them of being lovers. None could have guessed the true nature of their relationship.

Samantha slipped off his jacket and draped it over the small sofa in the parlor before Ricardo’s bedroom. Slowly she walked to his bathroom to wash the blood off her hands and wondered how many had been killed. Guilt flooded her that she hadn’t been able to save more of them.

Gazing up at the mirror, she saw nothing. No guilt. No anguish. No image. She hadn’t seen one in over one hundred and forty one years.

She eased off her shirt, reached up and ran her hand over the burning spot high on her shoulder. There was but a half-closed hole left and beneath her fingers, there was the shifting of muscle as her body slowly expelled the bullet that had ripped into her flesh.

Further down, along her side, was a ragged exit wound where the bullet had passed completely through her. Here as well the bleeding had stopped and the wound was already beginning to knit.

It would take a little longer, but not much. The healing would leave her weak, however.

Samantha slipped her shirt back on and headed for Ricardo’s bedroom and the rocker he kept there so that she could rest. The rocker reminded her of her mother and how she’d sway Samantha to sleep as a child. She curled up on the rocker’s worn wooden seat, thinking whatever blood managed to escape her wounds would be easy to clean from the chair’s surface. Huddling tight, she rocked back and forth, and thought, “Maman, will it never end?”

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#ManCandyMonday – NYPD Detective Peter Daly from TEMPTATION CALLS

One of the things I loved about working with Harlequin on THE CALLING IS REBORN vampire romance series was that they were always willing to let my push boundaries in the stories. This was especially true in TEMPTATION CALLS which included not only issues with domestic abuse, but also featured a mixed race heroine, Samantha Turner, who falls in love with NYPD Detective Peter Daly. Actually it would be hard to not fall in love with Peter. He’s loyal, courageous, and respectful of Samantha. He loves the kids in the shelter she runs and protects Samantha and the women there. And when he observes how much Samantha loves to garden, he brings her a flat of impatiens. He’s almost too good to be true, but he’s also a man whose job is filled with violence, something Samantha wants to avoid at all costs. I hope you’ll check out Peter in TEMPTATION CALLS. You’ll also get to meet sexy santero Ricardo Fernandez in this book. You’ll see more of him in DEVOTION CALLS.

TEMPTATION CALLS is specially priced at 99 cents until March 8.

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#Vampire Reborn from The Calling is Reborn #TeaserTuesday

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is a look at VAMPIRE REBORN from THE CALLING IS REBORN Vampire Novel Series. I just love exploring where FBI Agent Diana Reyes and vampire Ryder Latimer are going in their relationship and I hope you’re enjoying it as well. I’ll shortly have DARE TO LOVE, the next installment in the series, up for you and will be working on FIGHT FOR LOVE, the next step in Diana and Ryder’s story, for late 2017.

Here’s a little teaser from VAMPIRE REBORN.

Teaser

Although his vampire blood called on him to rest during the day, Ryder regularly fought that need in his desire to be more human. To share time with Diana the way normal couples did. He had worked at his desk in the morning, checking on his various investments, and now the two of them were in the gym, working out.

Ryder moved through the steps in the kata, Diana beside him, shifting in unison.

A left turn to face forward followed by a low block with the left hand.

A step ahead with a sharp right-handed punch.

A quick whirl and back to the front for another low block.

They glided, pushed forward and back, almost as if in a ballet.

Pivot, forward, punch, and then retreat.

An upper cut followed by a drop of the hands to the hips with another one hundred eighty degree turn and a double high block.

From the corner of his eye, he measured Diana’s movements and strength since he hadn’t been the only one who had almost lost his life weeks earlier.

Not that you could tell from her fluid and powerful movements. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation or fragility to attest to the fact that his wife had not only been on death’s door, but that she’d recently given birth. Well, almost nothing. Her warrior’s body wore its lean muscled strength nicely, but the womanly curves were ever more rounded, especially her breasts.

Her command came in his head through their shared connection. Focus.

The warning made him stumble through the final punch and slide of the kata, but he recovered to end it gracefully.

They faced each other and bowed to acknowledge the completion of the exercise.

With the kata finished, she grinned and rolled her eyes. “Men. Show a little tit and it totally throws you off.”

Reaching out, he playfully squeezed her breast and said, “Nothing little about those.”

She slapped at him and he recognized the invitation in her gaze. “Think you can boss me around?” he asked.

“I know I can, remember?”

Yeah, he remembered all right. She’d beaten him more than once during their workouts, but he’d been training hard and this time, he planned on coming out on top. Literally.

“Prove it,” he challenged and put his hands up in a fighting stance.
She arched a brow and her demeanor grew a tad too serious for his taste. “Are you sure?”

“If you’re meaning to ask if I’m up to it – ”

“Are you?” she asked, but raised her hands and braced her legs slightly apart, ready for battle.

Her words stung more than any punch she could have landed. “Don’t patronize me, darlin’. I’m fit enough to protect you and Charlie.”

Order

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#FreebieFriday The Calling is Reborn Novels & Take a Chance Box Set

Good morning! I’ve got two Freebie Friday specials for you! For those who visit the blog and are on my Caridaddicts street team, click here to download your free copy of the Take a Chance Box Set Volume 2. This is all six stories in the Take a Chance series. I’m actually plotting out #7 right now! Very excited.

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#ManCandyMonday NFL Player Danny Amendola

Good morning! I hope you all had a great weekend. We had more snow . . . Ugh.

Time to warm you up with some Man Candy! Today’s pick is in honor of STRONGER THAN SIN from the Dangerous Passions Box Set.

Why Danny? Well, in STRONGER THAN SIN the hero, Jesse Bradford, is a football player and Danny is a wide receiver for the New England Patriots. Danny was an undrafted free agent when the Dallas Cowboys picked him up. He then went to the Philadelphia Eagles before being signed by the Patriots.

Gotta love that smile, that face and those muscles! Sigh. I hope I took a little bit of the chill away from you with today’s Man Candy.

Danny Amendola
By Jeffrey Beall (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 or GFDL], via Wikimedia Commons