COMING SPRING 2018
Sin & Seduction:
A Spicy Paranormal & Contemporary Romance
Collection
Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International
bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of
paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to
ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.
Bursting with sexy-as-sin heros & devilish heroines, our
titilating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get
ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!
Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest
all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this
collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page. Please
read responsibly.
Blood Wine Kisses
Eden Colbourne has
spent most of her life pursuing dreams that never quite came true. Running from
yet another failed relationship, she seeks solace in the familiar surroundings
of England's countryside, and her art. Drawn to the remnants of the abbey, she
spends her days sketching the face of a man she believes is a ghost haunting
both the abbey and her heart. The reality is even more disturbing...
When Sean Rourke
finally reveals himself to her, Eden discovers the ghost is a creature of myth
and dark dreams. Turned into a vampire by the man for whom his wife betrayed
him, Sean is tormented and lonely, and more afraid of Eden's power to make him
love than she is of his nocturnal curse. It isn't until the ancient vampire who
made him returns to claim Eden that Sean is forced to decide once and for all
if he can let go of the shade of his wife, and permit love to heal what remains
of his humanity...
Excerpt:
The sketchbook drew her eye, and Eden
“Who are you?” she murmured as her fingers
brushed across the lightly textured page and absently caressed the curving
mouth. She sketched in charcoal most of the time, enjoying the versatility of
the medium, and the tactile feel of the paper against her fingers.
“Who do you wish me to be?”
Eden nearly dropped the book she held, saving it
at the last minute in a desperate clutch. The voice flowed into the air, low
and compelling, rich with resonant power. She felt it touch her heart and
demand a surrender she instinctively knew had been born long ago. Strangely
reluctant, she allowed her gaze to shift from the face on the page and look
upward. Her grip lost its strength and the sketchbook slipped to the floor as
she stared at him.
Despite the lack of light in the room, he appeared
to shine as though the sun itself illuminated his presence. Light within darkness—the thought drew
itself in her mind, a separate entity, disconnected from her.
He stood tall, slight in build, and so incredibly
pale that blue eyes, like the depths of the Caribbean
after a summer storm, seemed a shocking presence of color within milk-white
features and pale, ash blond hair. The blue repeated in the shimmering silk of
his shirt. He wore midnight black jeans, boots of the same inky darkness, and
the only adornment she could see was the heavy gold wedding band that glittered
on his left hand. He stood well back from the fire, yet she had no trouble
clearly seeing every aspect of his startling appearance.
“Who do you wish me to be, Eden
“You know me?” She swallowed hard,
the lump in her throat strangling her and making her voice shake.
“You have come here often. I knew each time you
entered.”
“How?”
He paused to consider her query, then shrugged.
“I died here,” he told her with an icy smile. “Exactly
one hundred and one years ago.”
“You are a ghost?”
Again that thoughtful hesitation before he
nodded. “Of a sort.”
Memory woke, screaming through her foggy brain.
She knew in that moment where she’d seen him before.
“I saw you, a year ago, running from here.
“A year ago I killed the man who destroyed my
life.”
She sensed his agitation when the fire sputtered
and shot tiny glittering red sparks into the air near them.
“Do you wish me to put the fire out?”
One expressive eyebrow rose as if the consideration
for his comfort came as a surprise. He ignored her question, and took a step
away from the blaze. He sat on a corner of her sleeping bag, his gaze still
locked intently with hers.
“Who are you?” she repeated with sincere interest,
curiosity overriding any fear that lingered. “And how did you come to die in
this place?”
“I was killed by someone I once loved.” he
replied after a lengthy pause. It was clear he’d considered not answering, then
decided he would reply.
Eden tried to calm the erratic flutter in her
stomach. Her heart beat so loud, she was certain he could hear each pulse of
sound.
“Why?”
Again he took his time before answering. She was
surprised when he looked at her again, holding her gaze with his, decision
apparently made.
“Because she wanted to be free of me.”
“She?” The single word gasped, and Eden
“You should learn to think before you speak, Eden
She agreed. Everything about his presence was
overwhelming, unmistakable power surrounding him, even though it made no
logical sense.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said. “Your...
I was merely surprised,” she finished and her look darted away from his too formidable
gaze. As if to brand the knowledge into her mind, firelight glanced off the
gleaming gold on his left hand.
“Because you have already created a life for me?”
He suggested, curiosity and a hint of teasing mockery in the speculative
statement.
“How would you know such a thing?”
“I have been here with you each time you have
come to visit.” He laughed. “I often wished you would come at night.”
“I was afraid.”
“Perhaps you should be?”
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