Laura Kaye's Forever Freed received a cover makeover! I read this back in 2011 and loved it! It was a 5 star book for me - you can read my review HERE
A heart can break, even
one that no longer beats.
I stalk my new neighbors, a single mother and her child, drawn by the irresistible scent of their joy and love. I crave their blood, starved for some healing respite from my ancient guilt and grief. Now to lure them into my grasp.
But they surprise me. Little Olivia accepts me without fear--talking, smiling, offering innocent affection that tugs at my long-lost humanity. Her mother, Samantha, seeks me out when she should stay away, offering sweet friendship, and tempting the forgotten man within me. They lure me instead.Ah, Dio, Lucien, run and spare them while you can...
I stalk my new neighbors, a single mother and her child, drawn by the irresistible scent of their joy and love. I crave their blood, starved for some healing respite from my ancient guilt and grief. Now to lure them into my grasp.
But they surprise me. Little Olivia accepts me without fear--talking, smiling, offering innocent affection that tugs at my long-lost humanity. Her mother, Samantha, seeks me out when she should stay away, offering sweet friendship, and tempting the forgotten man within me. They lure me instead.Ah, Dio, Lucien, run and spare them while you can...
NJRW GOLDEN LEAF WINNER
FOR BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE OF 2011
NJRW GOLDEN LEAF FINALIST FOR BEST FIRST BOOK OF 2011
NJRW GOLDEN LEAF FINALIST FOR BEST FIRST BOOK OF 2011
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ADULT Excerpt:
The bedroom door had barely clicked behind me
when Samantha grabbed and shoved me toward the bed. I fell backward,
and she was on top of me, clawing at my clothes and ripping off her
own. Whatever had been going on with her all day was now clearly
finding a release.
“Sam?”
She kissed me roughly and shoved her tongue
into my mouth. I groaned and pushed her back.
Though we french kissed all the time, I
generally kept her out of my mouth.
“Sam?”
Finally, she stilled. With her hands braced on
my shoulders, her eyes burned down into mine. Her anger squeezed my
chest. Her voice was strained. “Lucien, we’ll talk later. I
promise. But right now I want you, and I need you. And I need you to
know it, feel it.” Her words clarified little, but I nodded.
She unleashed herself on me, kissing and
licking and roughly nipping at my upper body all while
maintaining eye contact. I thrust my hips into
her when she lingered over my Blood Mark. I finally had to grab her
hair and tug her attention away from it.
With a groan, she reached a hand down between
her legs and worked herself as she devoured me. When I realized what
she was doing, I moaned and gripped her shoulders and rolled on top
of her.
I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my mouth,
then noisily sucked on her wet fingers. I groaned at the sweet nectar
of her arousal.
“You see what you do to me, Lucien? What only
you do to me?” she rasped. “Take me, Lucien. I’m yours,”
she offered as she planted her feet flat on the mattress and pushed
herself up forcefully against my erection.
Her aggression spurred mine, and I grunted.
“You want me?” I asked as I ground myself against
her wetness. She ran a hand over the bedspread
and found the packet she’d apparently laid out earlier. She slid
herself against me as she opened it and then rolled on the condom.
“God, yes,” she whimpered.
I plunged forward and filled her in one hard
stroke. She screamed and wrapped herself around
me. Hard breaths and grunts and strained curses
in two languages filled the room as we battled through Samantha’s
emotions with our bodies. She kissed me roughly and dug her nails
into my flesh. The physical pain mingled with her radiating pleasure
to coax what I was sure was going to be one of the most intense
orgasms I’d ever experienced.
She came in a frenzy of screams and muscle
contractions. And then bit against the taut skin at
the base of my neck. Hard.
My fangs and release shot out at the same time.
I growled and in a blur turned my head in search of my biceps. I
missed the tender skin of her shoulder by a hair as the urge to bite
down became irresistible.
Finally, I willed my fangs to retract and
licked at the wound I’d made on my arm, then slid down a little and
laid my head on her heaving breasts.
“I love you,” I whispered breathlessly.
She hugged my shoulders and combed her fingers
through my hair. “I love you, too.” We lay together, panting, for
a long time. “Lucien?” I lifted my head off her chest to look at
her. “I’m ready to talk now.”
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About the author:
Laura is the New York Times and USA Today
bestselling author of over a dozen books in contemporary and
paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family
believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels,
ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination
with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland
with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and
appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
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