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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Last Post: For The Bite Of It - new vamp series - m/m by Viki Lyn and Vina Grey

I had fun posting today, and thank you for commenting! I'll leave you with an excerpt from a new release from Liquid Silver Books. Also, don't forget to visit my blog for a chance to win a cuddly white tiger cub - yep, it's really cute! Viki's blog

FBI is the first book I've written with another author. At first, I wondered how it'd work out. We each took a character, wrote the scene in their POV and then went back and edited each others scenes. I really enjoyed the process - never knowing where the story was heading! Vina is also a good friend of mine, and we have the same humor, so we really enjoyed writing this book! We had a few laughs over it, and then fell in love with Vincent and John, and let's not forget Vince's best friend, Angelo, and John's meddling sister!

This is the first book published by Liquid Silver Books, and we hope it will becomes a 3 books series. We really want to explore Vincent's vampire world in book 2.

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Here's a quick blurb and excerpt (R rating!):

John tossed and turned in the cocoon of covers, his skin sweaty, body too hot. Suddenly he found himself standing beside a king-sized bed, looking down at a sleeping Vincent, red sheets pooling around his knees. His breath caught in his throat. How the hell did he end up in this man’s bedroom?

He scanned the room noticing the stark framed photographs on the walls and the baby grand piano by the sliding glass doors. This was such a vivid dream, none like he’d ever had before or remembered having.

Damn this was more like a nightmare, his hard-on pressed against his khaki shorts.

He ran his hand down the worn cotton of his t-shirt. At least he was dressed, but Vincent only sported black silk boxers and a white sleeveless tee.

The sight of a half-naked Vincent made John extremely uncomfortable, extremely confused and extremely horny. The size of the bed engulfed Vincent. The lean supple body sprawled across the mattress, one leg dangled half off the edge. The man had muscles for being so lean. Vincent’s chest heaved in a relaxed manner, his skin glistening from his night sweat. John let his attention wander downward, the thin silk outlining a good-sized dick making his mouth water. Oh sweet Jesus, he was staring at Vincent’s hard-on and getting all hot and bothered. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. He licked his lips and wondered why he was dreaming this? It was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be.

Please, for fuck’s sakes, let it be a dream.

He gazed at Vincent unable to tear his eyes away. Vincent had beautiful thick hair now mussed around his smooth oval face, a face far sexier than any man he’d ever fucked. Yeah, definitely sexier.

Jesus, what happened to his willpower? He had a choice to control the crazy maelstrom of lust building inside him or give in. Then his gaze honed in on Vincent’s bulging crotch again and his resolve fizzled like a bottle of flat soda.

Pulling at the hem of his shorts didn’t ease his discomfort. His balls were hot and heavy against his skin. Sweat trickled down his neck, between his shoulder blades. His heart thundered like a racehorse picking up speed, his breath rasping in his chest. If his body had anything to say about it, he’d be jumping the man’s bones any minute now.

Vincent’s eyes opened and he half sat up, elbows propped behind him. He smiled and John gave in to his impulses. He sat on the bed, his knee touching Vincent’s ribs. When Vincent stroked one finger down his neck, he groaned without meaning to. This wasn’t real. It was just a dream—so why not enjoy it.

He closed his eyes and took a very deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, nothing had changed. Vincent touched him everywhere, his warm fingers trailing fire in its wake. Vincent pinched and teased his nipples, that ultra-sensitive spot, fueling his lust.

A gentle brush across his abdomen sent tiny zingers of electric current down his spine. He didn’t care. Didn’t care Vincent’s nimble hands were exploring his body, or that his tshirt was pulled over his head and discarded, leaving him bare-chested, his shorts half opened.

Hands suddenly rested on his shoulders and Vincent commanded him to open his eyes. He didn’t realize he’d closed them. The sensations were too intense, too alien. Never had a man made him this crazy, this hot.


elaing8 said...

wow..sounds good.

Na said...

Thank you for coming out to the Halloween Viki! All of your books sounds great and wishing you a Happy Halloween.

Debby said...

Wow, this does sound good. I always wondered how two authors wrote together.
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