Teaser Tuesday

Good morning!!! Guess what time it is!!!! TUESDAY MORNING TEASE TIME!

Now, to be honest, I have pondered long and hard about what I wanted to tease you with this week. My paranormal's hero was NOT happy when I set him aside last week for a tryst with my highlanders. He currently has my muse bound and gagged in the corner. He demands that I finish his story before I even consider working on any of the others brewing in this pretty little head of mine.



So, I decided to leave you with a little taste of my hero. As always, unedited. Don't forget to hop over to my partner in writing crime's page,  Krystal Shannan to check out her Tuesday dose of tease!

Alcaeus stared hungrily at her across the room, sleeping. Despite the dark, he could see the subtle changes in the tiniest muscles of her face as the nightmares slowly began to swirl in her subconscious.

She looked damned delicious.

He had not eaten in more days than he cared to recall. The la Mia was in danger and his assignment was to protect her. Danger was eminent as he had stalked across the state in an attempt to keep up with her.

Alcaeus had circled the perimeter of the house after she had fallen into the deepest of her REM sleep. He’d hoped for a light snack. Nothing moved. Everything in the mountain forest surrounding the Graham house was tucked hidden and unmoving. Something evil lurked just beyond. Even with his enhanced senses, Alcaeus could not find it. But he could feel it. The tingle of its magic creeping slowly up his skin.

It wasn’t just any evil.

It was Layla. Alcaeus curled his lip with disgust. Lillith’s demon spawn lurked nearby. Her stench so strong he could taste her in the back of his throat.

Nothing could have prepared him as he crept softly back inside her house. He had not had time to really look at the la Mia until tonight. And he was unprepared for the shock that was Vivian Graham.

Hunger welled up, slicing through his bones at his first unhindered glimpse of her slender neck. His teeth ached to break the porcelain skin, to see the blood run as he fed.

A distant grumble of thunder helped reign in his growing hunger pains. There was an all night truck stop about sixty miles away. If he could be certain of her safety, he could go back for something more satisfying than squirrel blood.

She moaned as Alcaeus eased himself into the chair across from her bed and kicked a leg out from beneath the layers of quilts. Flushed, her breathing had accelerated. He could smell the scent of her arousal in the air.

Alcaeus’ gaze followed her leg, from the slightly crooked tiniest toe, up, up, until the bare leg disappeared under the quilt just above her right thigh. If she wore bottoms, they were incredibly short. His cock tightened and hardened at the mental flash of what lay hidden in the darkness of the quilt.

Alcaeus loved modernity – short shorts and willing women. 

Teaser Tuesday

Good morning!!!!
Yes... much coffee has been ingested... I'm trying a new schedule that has me up at 4:30am....
So welcome back for the newest episode of Teaser Tuesday!!! Woo woo!!! Now... I usually start thinking about what I want to post for Tuesday's way back on Saturday. Nothing really stood out to me as the days went by. Until this morning when I woke up.

I set aside my paranormal romance this past week and started re-working a historical romance that I began writing two years ago. I don't have much more than an idea and an opening .... but that's what I decided to share with you today!

It's short... and as always... unedited. Happy Tuesday everyone!

Don't forget to visit Krystal Shannon's blog for more teaser Tuesday!!! 

His jaw clenched as he watched them lower the body into the grave. The smell of fresh earth greeted his nose and he ignored the icy breeze that breathed across his legs. With a deep frown he searched the early morning skies to the west.  The little girl next to him sobbed as she clutched the skirts of the grey haired matron. The priest continued to pray in hushed tones.

“Take her inside,” he ordered gruffly. No one dared to reprimand or disagree with him. He was the Laird here. The matron nodded as she scooped the little girl into her arms and hurried away from the gravesite. The sobs faded after them.

“Amen.”

The men around him shifted in unison with the Priest’s closing. They waited for his orders. He nodded so that the gravers could move forward and fill the grave with dirt.

“Prepare to ride.” His words vibrated in anger against the nearby hills. The men moved to obey and he was left alone with the gravers. The Priest dared not approach him. None of them did. And he was glad for it.

Teaser Tuesday

What I decided to share... was written a while back... and is unedited. :-) You may find a slightly altered version later on in my current work in progress. I always get a little nervous when I share something. Have a great Tuesday!!! Don't forget to check out my critique partner's blog as well! Later today she may have her own teaser up as well!!!

My awesome crit partner! Krystal Shannan

Fear jolted through my chest, reverberating rapidly through the rest of my body as my back thumped unexpectedly against the door.

Why was it closed?

 My breathing quickened as he continued his slow stalk towards me.

“Please, stop.” I whispered my plea, holding my hand out. My eyes widened, a lazy smile lifted the corners of his mouth as his body made sudden contact with mine. He had taken my outstretched hand, his large fingers twisting easily through mine as I became suddenly aware of his body pressing against mine, pinning me between him and the door. “Please, stop.” I whispered again feeling my body betray me as a sharp burn started low in my body. It had been months, no, longer, years, since a man had been so close to me.

His lips were surprisingly warm as they touched my own. I whimpered as his hand gently wrapped around my right hip, sending a fresh streak of lightning heat through the center of my body. He stiffened as he caught the scent of my sudden arousal, tinted heavily with fear. A low growl erupted from his throat as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding artfully across mine, his teeth nipping carefully at my bottom lip as he pulled me more tightly against him. I could feel his own arousal, hot and ready through the jeans he wore and my center quickly moistened, eager to grant him access.

It was only when his teeth pressed gently against the side of my neck that my blood ran instantly to ice.

“No!” I screamed, fear winning over the arousal my body had been so eager to betray me with as I shoved against him. It was like trying to push a stone mountain.

Wrenching my hand free I swung.

His eyes flashed suddenly with anger as his tongue snaked out to touch the blood at the corner of his mouth. I had caught him by surprise or he would have blocked my blow.

“You don’t care about me,” My voice shook, “you’re just after me for a blood meal.”

He watched me carefully with his dark, predatory eyes for several moments. Before I knew what had happened, he had my hands, my body, pinned and my chin was angled, exposing my neck. Leaning in, he inhaled, slowly, never taking his eyes away from mine. Fear screamed through my body and I fought desperately to hold myself together. I continued to struggle, despite the vice like grip that held me immobile against the door. Damn closed door!

“If I didn’t care,” his voice was cold, “I couldn’t do this.” He was emotionless as he loosened his hold and stepped back, the hunger bleeding from his eyes.

And he was gone.