The Vampire Oracle: Power excerpt
July 14, 2008 by Melissa
The Vampire Oracle: Power
They walked in silence, her injury slowing them down. Beneath her top, her heart thumped from the adrenaline now surging through her body. All of her senses were hyper-aware of the man beside her, and the heat of his hand at her waist sent shivers down her spine. Little thrills of desire. She gave a quick shake of her head. How crazy that this man could turn her on only minutes after the threat of a sexual assault.
“Are we nearly there?” His rich voice pulled at something low in her belly, making her breathing hitch.
“Ummm,” she glanced around and slapped a palm to her forehead. Embarrassment heated her cheeks. “We’ve passed it.”
“Okay, so which way?” A wry smile quirked his lips.
She directed him to the red brick building which housed her tiny apartment. Stepping inside, she dug into her purse and fished out her key. Her hand shook as she slid it in the keyhole, making her blush even harder.
His strong arm rose over her head, and he pushed open the door. “Is there someone you can call?”
“I’m fine. Just need to get ice on my ankle.” She hopped inside, then looked back to see his frame hovering by the door. “Would you like a drink?” She almost slapped her hand to her mouth. The offer had slipped from her lips without a second thought. Christ, Bryanne, do you have to be so obvious?
He didn’t even blink. “Yes.” He stepped inside, his presence filling the room. “Sit down. I’ll get the ice.”
She nodded, struck dumb as he helped her to the sofa. Then he went to the freezer.
“There’s beer in the refrigerator,” she said. “Help yourself.”
While he rummaged for drinks, she examined the length of his body. A long black coat hung from his broad shoulders, and his black-as-midnight hair curled over his collar. The look was unusual, dark, and mysterious. Very sexy.
He turned her way and carried the ice and beer to the sofa. His strong jaw and slightly large nose gave him a mouth-watering masculinity. She pressed her thighs together and mentally calculated when she’d last had sex. At least five months ago. Far too long.
She swallowed as the stranger crouched and lifted her foot. “Does it hurt?”
“Just a dull ache.” She bit her lip. His hand brushed the back of her knee, and she shifted on the sofa. He worked the zipper of her boot downward until it slipped off her foot. She winced. “Ow.”
“It’s not too swollen,” he said, holding her heel. Reaching for the icepack, he placed it against the redness. “Is that better?”
Unable to speak, she nodded. His touch on her bare skin sent shockwaves of pure lust straight to her pussy. His hair fell forward, but he kept his eyes on her ankle. She itched to tangle her fingers in the inky waves of his hair, to feel that silk sliding between her fingers.
“What’s your name?” she croaked, needing to break the tension.
His lips curved at her question. “Jourdain.”
“Jourdain.” She loved how it rolled across her tongue. “Is that French?”
“Yes.”
“I see.” No wonder. French men and sex appeal went hand-in-hand. “What do you do, Jourdain?”
He lifted his head, and his eyes caught hers. The intensity she saw there made her heart stop.
“I rescue damsels in distress.” A hint of amusement tinged his rich voice. “That’s what I do.”
She stared back at him, hypnotized by his green eyes. What would he say if she asked him to make love to her?
She shivered as he began to draw tiny circles on the back of her foot. “And what’s your name, damsel?”
“Bryanne.” She would have blushed at her breathless answer if she hadn’t been so caught up in his touch. “My name’s Bryanne.”
“That’s a beautiful name, Bryanne.” His hand rose further, caressing the back of her calf. “Very unusual.”
“My parents thought I would be a boy. They had Bryan already picked out. They just added ‘ne’ to the end.” Oh hell, now she was babbling.
He appeared to be enjoying her nervousness. His eyes glinted, and his lips quirked up in a tiny smile. He slid his rough palms over her knees and beneath her leather skirt. Any second, he’d find out just how much he turned her on.
“Were you dancing tonight, Bryanne?”
She nodded, her thighs clenching as the tips of his fingers rubbed circles along them. He was so close to touching her where she needed to be touched.
“You like to dance?”
“Yes.” Her reply was a whimper. His hands now moved along her inner thighs.
“Do you also like to make love?”
His words, dark and smooth as the richest chocolate, pulled at her clit. She nodded again, and then gasped as his palm flattened on the front of her panties, cupping her pussy.
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Nice Site layout for your blog. I am looking forward to reading more from you.
Tom Humes
Oh I am going to definitely have to get this eBook. This is one book I really have to have and that excerpt is what makes me need to have it.
I’m a damsel in distress. Can I be rescued? LOL
Deidre
Love the excerpt. Makes me want to be a damsel in distress as well. LOL
Got this on my TBR List.
Dawn R.
LHM, I want Jourdain-er, this book! Yowza!
Hell I’d FAKE being a damsel in distress if HE’D rescue me!!! Wow!!
I really have to go get this book!!!
Ashley A
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Wow, that is a cover that will grab and hold your attention.
Oh!! I love the eexcerpt to this book it sounds like a scorcher, LOL
OOOH. This one looks absolutely delicious. I can’t wait to read it.
Great excerpt!
Thanks for the peek of Jourdain!
Love the way she’s so engrossed in him she walks past her own home
This sounds awesome!
Kimmie