On The Prowl

September 13, 2016 – Bad Things, Book 2

On The Prowl

Time to embrace your inner evil.

Rose Kinley never intended to be one of the most feared creatures to walk the earth. Once upon a time, she was a human—one who fell in love with a mysterious stranger. But when she got caught in a paranormal war, she lost her humanity and died…only to wake later as a vampire.

Now Rose has a choice. She can continue to try and be the good girl she once was or she can let her darkness out to play. Maybe it’s finally time for her to step into the dark.

He’s the reason she’s undead.

Panther shifter Julian Craig has a mission—protect Rose at all costs. It’s his fault that she lost her human life, and he literally made a deal with the devil so that she would have a second chance as a vampire. And as part of that deal, he’s supposed to keep his hands off Rose. An impossible task considering the dangerous lust he feels for her.

When Rose is targeted by a paranormal collector, Julian knows that he will have to let his own beast out if he is to protect the only woman who ever touched his battered soul. Rose may be afraid of the darkness she carries, but Julian is more than ready to show the world just what kind of a monster he truly is. Julian isn’t afraid of the dark…but the monsters that wait in the shadows? They will bow to him.

He’ll show her just how good it can feel…to be bad.

Excerpt

ON THE PROWL – Excerpt

 

He locked his fingers around her wrist and hauled her toward the back of the building. “We have to get out of here, now.”

She dug in her heels.  A quick peek behind her showed that the blond wasn’t following. Good for him. “Do you like hurting me?”

Julian immediately froze. Then he whirled, stared at her a moment, as if shocked, then he freed her wrist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hold so tight, I—”

She grabbed him and shoved him against the brick wall of the club. “I am starving, Julian. Starving.” Because she’d had a truly hellish last few months. She’d been captured by a covert government group who’d lured her in with the promise of helping her, only then they’d started playing torture games. She’d been trapped with them until recently…when she’d learned that her asshole of a brother had been the one to set up that twisted group in the first place. She’d just gotten her freedom and she needed to feed. Badly.

She did not need be throat-blocked by Julian.

“You need blood?” He blinked. “You can have mine.” He tilted his head, offering his neck to her.

Only there was one big problem with drinking from Julian. He was a shifter—and shifter blood was incredibly powerful. Add that power boost to the animal attraction that she still felt for him—despite everything that had gone wrong between them—and, yes, that equaled a very big problem. Or maybe it equaled a whole lot of big problems.

He’s trouble. Bad trouble for me.

“Take my blood,” he said, still staring down at her. “Then we have to get the hell out of here because you’re not safe.”

What?

“Take it,” he gritted. He wasn’t touching her. She was the one who had her hands slammed onto his chest. “Hurry.”

She glanced around. No one else was in the alley.  She didn’t see anyone in the shadows.

“Do I need to do this myself?”

She felt his muscles shift beneath her hands. She glanced back and saw that he’d lifted his left hand to his throat and his claws were out.  Those claws still made her nervous. “Julian, what are you—”

He cut his throat. Not too deep, just a little slice and the blood began to drip down his throat.  The smell hit her instantly and her fangs shot out to fill her mouth. She rose onto her toes and licked that little trickle of blood. And at that first taste, the surge of power hit her.

Shifter power.  It was like a high, a rush from the best drug in the world. It filled every inch of her body and she just wanted to take and take.

The first time she’d had Julian’s blood, she’d been scared out of her mind. The rush had left her shaken and she’d run from him.

She’d been running ever since.

But right then, her hands were tight on him. Her high heels dug into the cement and her teeth sank into him.  His hands flew up and locked around her hips and he pulled her even closer to him.

“Missed you…” His gruff whisper. Words that she must have just imagined because there was no way he would ever say that to her. He’d changed her, he’d left her, and he’d nearly destroyed her.