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Hot Blooded
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Blurb
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EROTICA
It's hot as hell in Southern California, and Kelis LeBrun is having a bitch of a
time keeping his focus and his fangs off the delicious looking Ms. Loni Soleil.
Perhaps if it weren't so bloody hot, he'd be able to stave off the hunger pangs.
But the only way to do that is hot, sweaty sex...something he'd swore he'd
never have with Loni. He couldn't let her know he was a 300 year old vampire.
However, when they become trapped on an elevator during a rolling blackout
Kelis discovers Loni has a few secrets of her own.
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Excerpt
Erotica
He inhaled sharply. "You don't want to be alone with me, not now." He set her apart.
The moment he touched the silken skin of her arms her heart rate spiked. Blood rushed
through her veins like a raging river, calling to him with the promise of eternal life.
A lonely life for him. Even though he desired this woman, he would never subject her
to an existence like his. He could make love to her, god forbid, feed from her, but he
would never change her.
"But that's what I wanted to discuss with you." She rested a hand on his hip and his
cock jumped, engorged and throbbing.
"Loni, there are aspects about me you don't understand." He hissed a breath through his
teeth. She trailed fingers up his torso. Several inches taller, and although neither could
see in the blackness, he had a perfect image in his mind. He knew her intense green
eyes were focused on him.
She chuckled. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from touching more of her. The
temperature in the elevator rose. "It's hot in here." And getting hotter.
She tugged on his tie. "Two hours can be a long time."
A lifetime--hers--if she didn't cease touching, talking, tempting him. "Don't." He gripped
her hand, stilling her movements. "Loni, we can't."
"Are you going to tell me you aren't attracted to me?" She ignored the pressure of his hand,
slipped the knot in the tie loose, and pulled it from his body.
"You know I am. But you work for me."
"You're the boss so who's going to tell?" One button slipped free. "I'm compromising you."
Another button. "We're in a high stress situation." She finished unbuttoning his shirt and
parted the linen. "And I'm afraid."
"Oh God."
Her lips fluttered against his sternum. "It's too dark. I need human contact."
But I'm not human...not for three hundred years.
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