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her with the perfect male specimen, special agent and ancient vampire, Seb
Rikare.
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Title: Night’s
Caress
Author: Mary
Hughes
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: September
25, 2017
Publisher: Entangled
Publishing
Series: The
Ancients
Page Count: 288 pages
Format: Digitial
ASIN: B074DZH8YK
ISBN-13: 9781640633360
Synopsis:
In this small town, nothing is as it seems…
When artist Brie Lark left her vampire ex and her straitjacket
of a hometown to breathe free in New York City, she promised herself two
things: she’d never go back to Meiers Corner, and no more vampires. The last
thing she expected—or wanted—was to be sent back home on an assignment. But her
boss at the FBI needs her undercover on a murder case, working with a
black-haired, black-eyed giant god of a man who’s her idea of perfection,
except for one thing—he’s a vampire.
FBI
Special Agent Seb Rikare is an ancient vampire hardened by loss. He’s cut all
emotions to protect himself and leads a deliberately steady, almost sterile
life. The brash young woman forced to pose as his lover irritates him, with her
jangling bracelets and colorful hair. But as much as she irritates him, he
finds himself drawn to her lively spirit and he’s tempted to make fantasy a
reality.
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Night’s Caress Excerpt
Copyright © 2017 Mary Hughes
“I
tell you, Sera, I’m never going back to Meiers Corners.” I spoke into my
Bluetooth headset as I skimmed through the glass doors of 26 Federal Plaza,
hitting the Broadway-side concrete concourse at the height of the lunchtime
rush.
A pizza delivery guy ran toward me like a bullet. I dodged him then played do-si-do with a nanny shepherding three identically dressed little boys clutching brand-new balls.
One bright red ball slipped from chubby fingers, getting kicked away by oncoming traffic. The youngster’s face clouded. Before his thunderstorm could burst, I twisted and lunged, my rainbow bracelets jingling like bells, and caught the ball on a bounce. Tossing it back to the nanny earned me the boy’s bright grin, totally worth my getting knocked around by a pair of freight-train pedestrians.
“Never, Brie?” The voice in my ear was warm and compassionate, my friend and, until I’d gotten my job with the FBI and moved, one of my roommates, Serendipity Braun Thorsson. “But it’s Oktoberfest. And there’s beer.”
Practically a microbrewery on every corner. As I crossed the street, I admitted, “That’s tempting. Not tempting enough.”
She knew why I’d left the Corners. Cheating ex and stifling small town might be cliché, but add in the fact that the ex was a vampire? And the town was ambitiously folksy, to the point that my high-school job was making sculptures out of cheese and summer sausage? I was exhausted living with all that day in, day out. New York was the first place I could breathe.
“Brie, I miss you.”
I winced. Temptation punch crowned by guilt KO, the specialty of every Meiers Corners matron. Sera must’ve learned it from her mother.
“I miss you, too. Why don’t you visit me here? We can take in a Broadway show, go dancing—Oh, shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Her voice went high, breathless.
I’d been heading for a hot dog cart near the corner and had just spotted a man standing in line. He stood unmoved by the bobbing masses, literally head and shoulders above the crowd.
Only one man I knew that stunningly tall—Special Agent Seb Rikare.
Or rather, not man. I guessed Rikare was a vampire.
“Brie?” Sera prompted.
“It’s nothing. A ping on my asshole meter.” My last boyfriend had been a vampire. It had not ended well, like a marshmallow Peeps party held in a microwave. I’d vowed never to get involved with another fanged male.
Naturally, Fate, who was a snarky bastard, molded the very next guy I met into my idea of perfection—gleaming black hair, granite jaw, bedroom eyes, and muscles like bowling balls, plus a brain that catapulted him to top agent with the FBI.
I’d have tapped that in a second except for the likelihood that, along with his shield, Rikare carried the extra-large V-size condoms in his wallet.
Under my breath, I muttered, “Damn it, I just want to grab a sandwich. I don’t want to deal with him now.”
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