Title: Nightlord LoverAuthor: Kathy Kulig
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
Sexual Heat: Erotica, Menage
Publish Date: July 23, 2014
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Warrior vampire Garrick Labar guards the secrets of the Guild. His comrade— vampire and sorcerer Ramon Travere—enforces the uneasy alliance between mortals and immortals. When Larissa Devine moves into town, both Garrick and Ramon are mesmerized and enraptured by her. They crave to claim her as their crimson swan and lover. But a new arrival is fair game and if they don’t claim her first, a band of renegades will.
Larissa finds a blistering-hot ménage with her protectors too intoxicating to resist. The immortals can’t deny their sexual attraction for her and sense her blood pulsing hot and furious whenever they are close. Erotic desires thrust her into a world of danger and seduction. When the renegade vampires attempt to destroy a hundred years of peace, Larissa is caught in the crossfire. Eternal love and carnal nights can be her future if she survives.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Ramon strolled down the sidewalk following the two young women who laughed
and patted each other on the shoulder. They were up to something. Ramon sent a subtle
suggestion to them, a little glamour, a little enchantment mixed in with witchcraft. He
sent a special thank-you to Prudence again. Vampires had their powers to charm and
lure their quarry, he had something extra.
One of the women stopped, grabbed her friend by the arm. “Hey, let’s check this
out.” She was the bitchy one with long dark hair who had given Larissa a hard time.
“Check what out?”
“I’ve never seen that side street before and it goes straight down to the river.
What a pretty view.”
“Side street? It’s an alley and it’s dark,” her quiet friend warned.
“Not too dark. Come on, quick walk. Look at the Christmas lights along the shore
“Fine, whatever,” the friend groaned. “Then I want to hit Havana’s for a drink.”
They strolled down the narrow path shaded by evergreen trees and thick
shrubbery. At the end was a wooden dock, deserted of boats for the winter months.
“Wouldn’t you love to live here?” the bitchy one asked.
“Yeah, it’s nice. And it’s cold. Can we go now?”
“Hi, ladies.” Ramon approached them and surrounded them in an invisible
blanket of his allure.
“Hello,” they both said, hesitantly.
“Are we trespassing?” the quiet one asked.
“I suppose.” He glanced down at their bags. “Christmas shopping?”
“Yes. Want to see what we bought?” The bitchy one opened her bag and pulled
out five sexy lingerie items. Then the other one showed off her selection.
“Nice. Looks pretty pricy,” he said.
“They would be if we paid for them,” the quiet one giggled. She was well under his
spell to admit the shoplifting he’d suspected.
“Hmmm. Bad girls too. I like bad girls. I bet you’d both look hot and sexy wearing
them. It’s getting me turned-on.”
“I bet.” The bitchy one didn’t flinch by his boldness and the other one stared at
him with a glazed look. It was a test to see how far under his control they were. They
passed with flying colors. She stepped up and placed a hand on his chest. “Maybe you
wouldn’t like us once you knew how bad we were.”
She opened her coat and unbuttoned her sweater, revealing a swell of large breast
above a bra two sizes too small. “Hmmm. Sweet,” he said.
Taking his hand, she brought it up to her breast. “Can you take both of us?”
They were far enough under his spell to take a blood offering, a double offering
at that, take the lingerie items they stole and return them to Larissa’s shop. Something
wasn’t right. Crimson swans weren’t usually this aggressive. Willing for sex, receptive to
seduction, yes, but this aggressive, no.
When crimson swans were under the spell, they often wanted to share their life
stories. Before he made his collection, he wanted to know more.
Something about these two bothered him to the core. He’d been taking offerings
for over a hundred years and could read people.
“Tina, not this one,” the quiet one warned.
“Idiot, you used my name. This is the last one for the night. Promise.”
“No, I don’t want to do this anymore,” the friend said.
“Shut up.” Tina smiled. “He’s hot and wants to fuck both of us.”
“Don’t want to do what anymore?” Ramon asked. “What’s your story?” The bitchy
one was strong willed and he sensed the other one was troubled by something.
“Mister, my friend has a knife.”
“Stupid bitch,” Tina said.
About the Author
Kathy Kulig is an New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author whose works include elements of BDSM and the paranormal. She has published several novels and novellas for Ellora’s Cave. Her latest release, Summer Sins, is part of a BDSM/ménage series called Dark Odyssey.And her upcoming release, Red Tape, is book one of the new FLC series of romantic suspense. Besides her career in writing, she has worked as a cytotechnologist, research scientist, medical technologist, dive master and stringer for a newspaper. Kathy resides in eastern Pennsylvania with her husband.
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