Escort Brandilynn Payson is shocked to discover she’s dead. Even worse, she’s the latest victim of the Fulton Falls Ripper, a vampire serial killer. Being deceased is no obstacle for fun however, and Brandilynn quickly proves she’s the life of the after-death party. But her killer is still on her trail, and she learns there are worse things than death to worry about.
RATING: Carnal/Erotica. Mild BDSM, multiple sexual partners.
Genre: Paranormal Romance.
Excerpt:
"Damn – darn it Brandilynn, I’m not one to be sitting in judgment over you. I’m just trying to figure out what makes you tick.”
And there it was, the cocktail that turns me giddy every time. Concern mixed liberally with strength. Dang him.
I sighed, knowing I’d lost this battle. I adjusted his collar and smoothed his rumpled hair. “I can tell you a sad story about how my parents wouldn’t let me live my own life until I’d do anything to escape them. How they withheld love when I didn’t do things their way. I can put on my pathetic face and cry over the fiancée who broke off our engagement as soon as I let him in my pants. No doubt those issues had a hand in making me who I am, but let’s be honest shall we? After all, I’m dead and there’s no point in lying about my life.”
Dan eased his grip on my shoulders and rubbed up and down my arms. His voice a soft rumble, he said, “There’s nothing wrong with honesty.”
I smiled, unable to help myself. Dan was just too yummy to stay mad at. “Fine then. First thing. I don’t trust men, not enough to hitch my cart up to one for a long period of time. I got burned bad, and I can’t make myself feel better about it. Second point; I love sex. Especially kinky sex. It feels good with the right guy and I’m not going to apologize for wanting to do it or making a few bucks doing what I enjoy.”
Dan nodded. He didn’t look disgusted. He was dealing with the worst of me. Gold stars for him. “Third point?”
“I don’t like cussing because the world’s ugly enough without unnecessary vulgarity. Pussy and cock are fine when we’re in the bedroom, but the rest is just plain unattractive talk.” When he opened his mouth, I pointed a finger in warning. “I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense to you. It makes sense to me.”
“Fair enough,” he drawled. No humor marred his expression. He took me seriously. More stars. “Fourth?”
“I like watching people who put on a show. I like putting on a show myself. What I don’t like is seeing what should be private business, especially when it’s creepy vampire business.”
There. I had answered everything he asked. It was up to him to decide what to do with it.
Dan took his time doing that, still rubbing my bare arms with his big, strong, calloused hands. Jeez, I loved the feeling of his hands on me. Despite my best efforts, I was falling into sensual stupidity, wanting to discard my dress and bare every inch to that rough touch.
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