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.Â He has fears of his own, namely losing her after a lifetime of being alone.Â 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!

â€œI donâ€™t regret. . .us,â€ she whispered. Funny, but it was the truth despite her doubts. He was her damnation and her salvation.

â€œLetâ€™s not talk about this now. The night is short and. . .I donâ€™t want to spend it. . .â€

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. â€œThis is what you want, isnâ€™t it?â€

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.

â€œCan you deny itâ€™s what you want, as well?â€ he said.

She couldnâ€™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.

â€œDios, Ryder. I need you.â€

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 wouldnâ€™t allow it to happen tonight. If the animal came. . .she might hate himâ€”or herselfâ€”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 wetnessâ€”slick against himâ€”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.