Going to her lover, Miranda Bond speeds through the night, heedless of danger. Then her carriage is captured by two daring and mysterious highwaymen—two devastatingly handsome men determined to share her in fantastic games of erotic titillation…
Miranda’s captors are deadly and dangerous vampires, who have escaped from a hellish prison to seek revenge. She cannot resist as Zayan and Lukos take her to the precipice of surrender—for it may be her innocence that brings them all release…
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This excerpt contains explicit sexual material and is intended for readers 18 years of age and older.
Zayan reached for her hand. “Isn’t a kiss on the hand the way a proper English gentleman begins his seduction of a lady?”
His hand clasped hers; his fingers threaded through hers. Like a perfect gentleman, like a man she might have dreamed about, he raised her hand to his lips.
“No, don’t do this.” She could not bear a mockery of courtship before she was killed and her blood taken. “No, I know nothing of magic. I didn’t even really believe in vampires!”
Soft and full, Zayan’s lower lip touched the back of her bare hand. A jolt of warm pleasure ignited there at the brush of his mouth. He kissed her hand as no man had ever done before—a tantalizing play of mouth and tongue. She’d had no idea a kiss to her hand could make her blood rush madly through her. Could make her nipples lift against her shift.
But Lukos was not going to simply watch, she realized. He had moved to their side—he was on his knees. It startled her that a vampire, a demonic creature, would be on his knees for her. “I do not share,” he growled, looking like a defiant boy. “We could have her choose—”
“Choose!” she cried. “I’d never—”
“But we can both compel her thoughts,” Lukos continued, ignoring her outrage. “I propose a competition. An amusement for a long journey.”
The fiends were speaking as though she were not even there. And butterflies took flight in her belly at the word competition.
“No magic?” Zayan asked.
“Magic is allowed, but only for seduction, which will begin like this…”
Miranda held her breath. Lukos bent to her neck. She felt him approach. Her skin seemed to anticipate him, tingling before he touched her.
His lips brushed her, and she moaned with desire. What was wrong with her? Zayan suckled her fingers one by one and the sensations left her dizzy. She could not fight the…the heated desire rising in her. They were competing for her, like she was a prize.
What if she touched them? What if she touched them as she did to others who had died? Could she bring them back? Could this mysterious power she possessed do that—to men who had been vampires for centuries?
Did she dare try? If she could change them, they couldn’t kill her.
The shade rattled away from the carriage window. Barely any light filtered in.
The sun had set. She had to try now. She did not have any more time, and this might be her only hope to live.