Happy Friday!! Hope everyone has some great weekend plans!

BookMom has posted a review of my upcoming release, MIDNIGHT’S MASTER (thank you, BookMom!). If you get a chance, check it out!  It’s not very long at all now until Niol’s story hits the shelves.

I also thought I’d include another teaser excerpt from MIDNIGHT’S MASTER today. Yes, the excerpt below does contain adult material and, if you haven’t read MIDNIGHT SINS, well, there are some spoilers in here from that book, too.  So you’ve been warned!

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Unedited Excerpt from MIDNIGHT’S MASTER (Kensington Brava, July 2009)

“You think…” Holly began slowly, then stopped and swallowed.  “You think you can threaten to fuck my mind…then try and fuck me?”

He didn’t speak. What would he have said?

“No.  I’m not one of your demon wannabe sluts, Niol.  I don’t want to jump you in the dark so that I can have the thrill of saying I screwed a monster.”

Hit.  The reporter obviously understood more than she’d pretended about the human women who came to his bar.

“I don’t want to play—”

“Yes, Holly, you do.”  Her heart still pounded too fast, her nipples were still pebbled, and her cheeks were flushed—all from hunger.

Need. For him.

“I’m not going to play.”  Her hand dropped. “I’m going to do my job—and find out what happened to Carl.  With, or without your help.”

He stared at her.  Such a shame.  They would have been good together. The sex, well, it would have been pretty phenomenal. All that fire she had—oh, yeah, phe-nomenal.

Pity.  Niol shook his head.  “Sorry, love, it’s going to be ‘without.’”  And then he did the only thing he could do.

He turned around and walked away from her.   As he stalked toward the SUV, he felt her eyes on him.  His hand lifted, reached for the door.

“Niol.”

Oh, but the woman’s voice could get to him.  It was the soft huskiness when she said his name.  Like a stroke right over his groin.  But he didn’t look at her.  Niol opened the door.

“You have to care.”  Her voice sharpened. “You play the bastard, but Carl, he was little more than a kid, and one of yours.  You have to care—”

The laughter escaped then.  He just couldn’t help it.  He stepped back and glanced over at her.  “Have you forgotten so soon, sweet?  The incubus who took you that night—he was one of my kind, too—and I burned him,” the fire had been so beautiful, “from the inside out.”

She flinched.

His lips were twisted in a smile that he knew could chill.  “I kill my kind.” The incubus hadn’t been the first, and he wouldn’t be the last.  “I don’t go out on a damn crusade to save them…or any humans who are dumb enough to get involved in a world they can’t understand.”

“You’re a cold bastard, Niol.”

So he’d been told.

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