Their love may be his last hope … #vampire
#menage #bisexual #Jamaica @LisabetSarai
Blurb
Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts
the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d'Espoir. He has sworn to never
again taste human blood. Then a fierce storm and a runaway horse bring a
slender, raven-haired beauty to his lair. When she begs him to take her, he
cannot resist.
Madeleine and Troy hope that a carefree
vacation in tropical Jamaica will reignite their faded passion. On a mountain
trail ride, Maddy's horse bolts, carrying her deep into the jungle. Injured and
lost, she is saved by a giant of a man whose mere presence kindles unbearable
desire. By the time she understands his dark nature, it is far too late for her
to escape.
When Maddy returns, Troy finds her greatly
changed : ravenous in bed, restless and disturbed otherwise. The elegant
stranger he meets on the beach holds the key to her transformation - and soon
has seduced Troy as well.
Tortured by his conscience, Etienne is
determined to set the young couple free. But their love may be his last hope
for redemption.
Note: This
book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Fire in the
Blood. It has been edited and updated for this release.
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Excerpt
The horse
lurched and shuddered, plunging down a sudden slope. Maddy barely escaped
tumbling over his head. A broken branch ripped through her shorts and gashed
her thigh. Lightning bloomed overhead. In the brief instant of brightness, she
glimpsed ragged cliffs towering above them and a lush valley below. Thunder and
profound darkness descended together.
The horse
continued his downward rush. Desperate, Maddy clung to the saddle, her legs
aching with the effort. It was all too easy to imagine herself broken and
trampled on that rocky ground.
Impossible
brilliance dawned, followed by a crash that left her ears ringing. Maddy
smelled ozone and charred wood. An orange tongue flared on a nearby ridge,
silhouetting towering trees before it was quenched by the downpour.
The ground
became more level. Her mount picked up speed, splashing through a stream that
crossed his route and showering her legs with water far colder than the rain.
The underbrush thinned. They raced along through a natural tunnel formed by the
branches arching overhead. Another lightning bolt crackled through the forest.
It illumined what looked like a man-made structure, a few hundred yards ahead.
“Hello!” she
yelled, trying to make herself heard above the din of the storm.
“Anyone—please—help…!” She peered into the grey-green shadows. Had she been
mistaken? The rain eased slightly. The damp breeze was redolent of smoke and
growing things.
She must have
loosened her grip. Lightning arced through the sky, followed by a crack of
thunder that rattled her bones. The stallion froze, screaming its terror to the
freshening wind. It rose on its hind legs, beating the air with its front
hooves and dashing Maddy to the ground.
Lightning snaked
across the clouds. Like its twin, fiery pain forked in Maddy’s ankle. The horse
reared above her prone body, ready in its mad fear to crush her into the muddy
earth. Grimacing with the effort, she tried to roll out of the way, though she
knew she was too late.
“Whoa now, my
pretty. Du calme, du calme.”
A man’s voice,
deep and resonant, full of power. The stallion responded immediately, dropping
back to all fours and hanging its head. A tall figure stepped out from behind a
tree and grasped the bridle. “Good boy,” he murmured in the horse’s ear, gently
stroking its muzzle all the while. “No need to fear now. Calm down.”
The
transformation from a crazed beast to a docile pet was close to instantaneous.
The man’s voice had a similar effect on Maddy, slowing her racing heart, even
easing the throbbing in her ankle.
The stranger
loomed over her, a huge man-shaped shadow. Full night had arrived, and Maddy
could see nothing of the man’s features. She shivered and felt her heartbeat
quicken once again. She was lost and alone, crippled by an ankle that was
sprained if not broken. What could she do to protect herself?
He sank on his
haunches next to her aching, muddy body. “Are you hurt, Miss?” he asked, his
vowels rounded by the traces of French. Maddy’s fear melted in the warmth of
that rich voice. The scent of roses tickled her nostrils. The pain in her ankle
dwindled to an occasional annoying twinge.
The man’s skin
reminded her of the Blue Mountain coffee she and Troy had enjoyed at breakfast,
a brown so dark it was almost black. Raindrops gleamed on his smooth cheeks and
pooled in the hollow of his throat. Looking at him made her thirsty. He was
powerfully built, with massive shoulders swelling out from his worn denim vest.
Underneath, his muscled chest was bare. A tight frizz of black hair grew in the
furrow between his breasts.
As he crouched
at her side, his jeans stretched taut over his thighs but hung loosely around
his narrow hips. Another line of kinky curls ran down from his navel to
disappear under his waistband.
His face was the
visage of a Nubian king, prominent cheekbones and a fleshy nose with elegant,
flared nostrils. His liquid-brown eyes were set wide apart, in deep sockets
protected by the fine arch of his brows. His proud forehead rose above them, up
to the tight-knit black frizz that covered his skull.
And his mouth…
Maddy couldn’t stop herself from staring at those full lips, mahogany-red
against his rosewood-dark face. They were parted in a half-smile that revealed
the pearly white of perfect teeth.
About Lisabet
Lisabet
Sarai became
addicted to
words at
an early
age. She
began reading
when she
was four.
She wrote
her first
story at
five years
old and
her first
poem at
seven. Since
then, she
has written
plays, tutorials,
scholarly articles,
marketing brochures,
software specifications,
self-help books,
press releases,
a five-hundred
page dissertation,
and lots
of erotica
and erotic
romance – over one
hundred titles,
and counting,
in nearly
every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi,
ménage, BDSM,
GLBT, and
more. Regardless
of the
genre, every
one of
her stories
illustrates her
motto: Imagination
is the
ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll
find
information
and
excerpts
from
all
Lisabet’s books
on
her
website
(http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html),
along
with
more
than
fifty
free
stories
and
lots
more.
At
her
blog
Beyond
Romance
(http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com),
she
shares
her
philosophy
and
her
news
and
hosts
lots
of
other
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