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Feral Spirit Just Released!


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Feral Spirit Just Released!




I'm happy to announce the release of my new vampire romance Feral Spirit, set in the same world as my previous books Feral Passion and Feral Hunger.

Here is the blurb and and excerpt:



After a few centuries a vampire’s life can get a little predictable…

Vampire Jonah likes his peaceful routine. Until his quiet existence is shattered by Seraphina, a mutant hybrid who has escaped from a top secret facility.

When their paths cross, Jonah becomes her unwilling savior. Drawn together by fate, they find that opposites really do attract.

But before they can act on their feelings, they end up in the fight of their lives.

Excerpt from Feral Spirit:

Seraphina stumbled into pitch blackness.

“Hang on,” came Jonah's voice from beside her. She heard him fumbling in the darkness. Dim light blossomed as he lit a red votive candle. She glanced around.

If she hadn’t come in through the corrugated metal door, she never would have known the room was a storage locker. He’d painted the walls red, the ceiling and floor black.

A double bed heaped with pillows stood against one wall. Its black velvet comforter gleamed in the candlelight. A low table occupied what little space remained. Red and black candles warred for space on its surface.

“Wow, you sure go in for the vampire thing.”

He snorted softly at that. “Sometimes it’s necessary.” He turned away. “I’m not proud of it.”

His admission touched her. “It’s part of who you are, you don’t need to hide it.”

Jonah barked a laugh. He waved a hand at the furnishings in his storage locker lair. “You think this is hiding?”

“What do you call it?”

“A necessity, like I said. I dislike the club scene.” He glanced at her and smiled. “I’m far too old. I’ve seen it all before. I prefer a quiet life. But sometimes…well, it’s just not that easy to get a meal.” A deep sigh rippled through him. “For times like that, there’s this place.”

Seraphina sat on the bed. The velvet coverlet felt downy soft beneath her fingers. She would like to slide beneath those covers and just sleep for a while. Sleep and forget.

The chill from the night air and the dampness worked its way into her bones. Deep shivers racked her body.

Jonah bent and plugged in an electric heater. Its coils glowed orange, adding to the amber light. He sat beside her on the bed and pulled her against him. “Don’t worry. I won’t let them take you back.”

She leaned against him, stealing his meager warmth. “That’s really sweet, vampire. But if they find us, I doubt you’ll have much of a choice.”

His arms tightened around her. “Whatever happens, I won’t let them take you.” He bent his head and brushed his lips against her forehead. The fleeting touch tingled where their skin met. She longed to rise up, claim his mouth and put all her fear and desire into one long, thorough kiss. Instead, guilt made her pull away.

She hated to drag him into this. He seemed like a decent guy with his bowling habit and his lived-in apartment. Even his vampire lair, his dirty little secret didn’t seem so bad. No shackles, no handcuffs—she’d seen far worse in some of the clubs she’d visited in the few days she’d been free. For a few days she’d managed to secure herself lodging with guys she’d picked up in those clubs. Until those winged creatures had gotten too close.

The problem with a guy like Jonah, was he really would do his best to protect her. And likely die trying. She sagged against him. “Let’s hope it won’t come to that.”

Something scraped against the wall outside. She heard a light thump, like something heavy had landed on the wet ground.

Jonah froze, going statue-still.

The click of claws against the ground outside echoed in the silence.

Damn, she thought they’d have longer. At least the next day. It might just be someone else going to their storage locker. She tried to force a positive thought. But the scraping grew closer, until it was inches away from the metal door.

Jonah’s eyes darted to the door. He cocked his head, warning her, as if her senses weren’t as acute as his. Or maybe just urging her to silence, she couldn’t tell.

He stood and glided silently to the door. It locked with a bar that slid into place when the door lowered. He glanced wildly around the small chamber, finally sighting his abandoned sword. Snatching it up, he shoved it through the locking mechanism.

Something sharp rasped along the concrete outside. Seraphina shrank back against the cement wall of the storage locker. The door was locked, but neither the lock nor the sword would hold against what she suspected was out there.

The scraping stopped suddenly just outside the door. Jonah seized the sword, holding it in place. He placed his ear against the metal door, listening. He sucked in a breath. Seraphina realized she was holding hers as well. For a second nothing moved. Silence hung heavily in the room. Then…



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