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"Of the Night" is my first!
This is a sexy and romantic paranormal romance of about 70,000+ words that will be released July 15, 2015 - so mark your calendars! Better yet. Pre-order at the links provided in the left column at Barnes& Noble, iBookstore, and Kobo.
Description:
Lilly Anjou, an aspiring author moonlighting as a limo chauffeur, has a secret crush on enigmatic and reclusive billionaire, Marten DeGarnier; a client she's been driving around the Big Apple and, unbeknownst to her, a vampire. When he offers to help her write her first vampire novel and she accepts, she quickly discovers that his interest isn't in her writing, but rather in her.
Excerpt
©2015 Catharina Shields ~All Rights Reserved
“How-How did—How did you...?
“Get in?” he asked with an arched eyebrow. “Well, dear Lilly, you let me in, remember?”
She shook her head profusely. “No. No, that’s not true. I even locked—”
“—Words spoken cannot be taken back, Lilly. Once permission is granted, no door can keep me out, and you gave me your permission or I wouldn’t be standing here now.”
He stepped to her and she found herself going through her knees a little, cowering. She stared with “bug-eyes” up at his stark, handsome face as he raised arms and braced black-gloved palms flat against the door on either side of her shoulders as his eyes slowly rose and looked into her eyes. She felt as if he could see straight into her soul!
“So, my dear, have you enjoyed your little taunt this evening?” he inquired with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Personally,” his fingers made little work of the knot in her scarf, “you were intentionally vexing me to incite my jealousy. Tell me true…is that so?” he asked as he lay the two parts aside before his fingertips gently touched the twin bumps in her neck where he had bitten her.
She couldn’t help but tremble as a sensation rippled through her the moment he touched her.
“What?” she got out breathlessly, in disbelief. It was hard to think straight when Marten DeGarnier was caressing her skin!
“If it was your intention to provoke my possessiveness, you’ve succeeded,” he said in a hushed tone. “I have to admit, though, that these emotions are rather new to me and I’m not entirely sure if I care for them. They confuse me. It’s a quandary that has benefited Brogue this night.”
“W-What did you say?”
“It would have otherwise not gone well for him were I not in this state of befuddlement.”
She slowly frowned as she felt this sudden sense of protectiveness for Ken, and it seemed to give her strength. “Was that a veiled threat against Ken?”
His fingers paused against the side of her neck as he looked into her eyes. “It’s not intended to be veiled.”
“Listen,” she said breathlessly, “I don’t know how you did it; how you got into my home—”
“—But you do.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t. I really don’t.”
He studied the fear in her eyes with a calm look in his. “Then ask me.”
She swallowed away a lump as she searched his eyes.
“Ask me, Lilly, and I’ll tell you.”
She slowly shook her head as she pressed back tighter against the door, realizing that she really didn’t want to know…not understanding why that revelation would terrify her. “It-It doesn’t really matter now. I just want you to go—”
“—Why are you afraid to ask, Lilly? Do you fear you might not like the answer?”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, but you do,” he said, quietly. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” His gaze dropped to stare at her lips. “For you know what I am—a fact you have diligently avoided to accept. And I have allowed it, for I had hoped that you’d come to me out of your own. But you haven’t,” his gaze rose as he looked into her big eyes, “and my patience has reached its limits.”
