Well we have seen some amazing authors on this tour! So lets not stop any time soon and bring you Barbara Monajem and her book Tastes of Love & Evil.
Rose Fairburn is on the run. Her vampire nature can’t protect her from everything, especially not herself. Now, when she should be worried about escaping her past, she can only think about one thing. Her kind can’t live without blood or sex. Love they must forego.
Jack Tallis can slake her thirst. Tall. Handsome. Trustworthy. And not a man alive can resist a vamp’s allure. But…Jack can. And he has other secrets, like why underworld hit men are on his trail. How he can vanish into thin air. Love suddenly seems possible, but the shadows hide mysteries darker than Rose can even dream, and all will be revealed in the fetish clubs of one strange Louisiana town….
Little jabs of allure sizzled toward Jack. “Why would I be in any danger?” Rose said.
Jack shrugged, fighting to ignore the fangs, to stave off his attraction. “I don’t have any specifics. I just think—”
“Move over.” Rose shoved at him.
He didn’t budge. Her fangs called to him, her allure tantalized and teased, and his stubbornness was morphing into simple stupidity, but he didn’t care.
Rose blazed. “Get out of my way!”
He was about to throw up his arms in disgust—seriously, he was thinking about it; really, he was intending to step aside—when she got right in his face and the allure locked him in. He couldn’t, really couldn’t, couldn’t possibly drag his eyes away from her hot delicious mouth, her tiny sharp fangs, her tongue ready to tangle with his.
Through drooping lids he watched her eyes close. Their lips touched. Ahhh. His hands dropped to his sides. His fingers itched and stretched and yearned toward her. He sucked in her heat, breathed back hot and hard in response.
A nagging voice in his head piped up. You’ll be sorry.
Shut up, said another, a voice with clear authority. This is Rose. You have one chance. You have to get this right.
He dabbed his tongue against hers, parried her response, thrust past her defenses, and raked his tongue across her fangs. She shuddered and opened to him with a mew of pleasure. He pressed his advantage, testing, tasting, exploring that sweet mouth, capturing her tongue and slipping away, nipping her upper lip, dabbing, teasing at her fangs. Her handbag slipped from her shoulder to her elbow, from her elbow to her hand, from her hand to the floor.
Jack ran his tingling fingers across her hips, feinting with his tongue as he slid his hands under her shirt to pinch at her waist, fondle the edges of those glorious breasts, feather past the taut nipples. Oh, love. A distant terror ran through him, but he pressed on, taking the kiss deeper, stronger.
Rose pulled away, growling softly, and lunged back at him in a flurry of lips, fangs, and tongue, her hands clawing into his hair, her everything jammed lush and pliant against him. In a surge of relief and lust he urged her on, sucked and licked and pulled at her lips, lifted and dragged her across his erection, ran his fingers gently down her butt and harder back again, up the crack of her ass. She moaned and writhed against him.
Breaking the kiss, Rose ran her fangs down his cheek and sank them into his throat. Oh, God. Heaven. If—
“Jeez, take it to the bedroom, will you?”
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Barbara Monajem wrote her first story in third grade about apple tree gnomes. After dabbling in neighborhood musicals and teen melodrama, she published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young. Now her kids are adults, and she's writing historical and paranormal romance for grownups. She lives in Georgia with an ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and feline strays.