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The nature of “sin”
fascinates me. What we toss into that great big junk drawer is very
personal—and what makes us individual.
To me, the greatest sin is driving down the middle of the road because
I’m comfortable and safe where I am. My personal journey has taken me
through many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring me to
the place I travel now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a
kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of
self-discovery and transformation.
And if that journey crosses paths with a tall, dark stranger, I won’t be
the girl afraid to pull over and give him a ride!
Into the Darkness
Natalie Lambert's life has changed in the space of weeks--and she
has no idea why. Her parents were murdered, she has her first taste
of sexual desire--and she feels out of control, afraid, desperate to
understand her changing world. She flees to New Orleans , hoping to
lure the murderer out of the dark and bring to an end the trail of
dead loved ones. Instead, she's attacked by crazed birds, swarmed by
locusts, and saved by a Cajun cop who awakens all her latent
desires.
When Rene Broussard rescues a virgin vampire, he ends up in her bed
and becomes hers for life in one lusty bite. Rene awakens the
vampire within Natalie, and she awakes the passion within him.
Together, they fight the evil threatening to destroy The Born
vampires amidst the horror of Hurricane Katrina while they discover
a treasure of love they can share for all eternity.
Excerpt
Natalie couldn’t sleep.
Not because she was afraid. For the first time in weeks,
her stalker was the least of her worries.
Instead, her present danger lay in her own body’s
betrayal.
Heat simmered beneath the surface of her skin—a flush of
warmth that spread across her chest and belly. The air
around her felt close and heavy despite the fan circling
above the bed.
Her heart beat too quickly. Her breasts grew heavy. Her
nipples peaked against the thin silk of her nightgown.
Then blood rushed to the juncture of her thighs,
plumping her slick folds.
She might be inexperienced, but Natalie recognized the
signs of desire.
The cause of her misery paced restlessly around the
house. The creaking hinges of the doors he checked and
rechecked gave away his unrest. The muffled thud of
footsteps as he walked around the living room below, and
the slap of his bare feet on the wooden steps when he
came up to patrol the hall pinpointed his location.
He passed outside her bedroom now, his shadow darkening
the space beneath the door. Natalie ached to call out to
him. Was Rene exercising extreme caution or suffering
like she was?
Reaching beyond the moment, Natalie wondered, why him?
Why now?
An instinct—some kernel of inborn knowledge—told her
this new hunger was related to the current moon cycle.
Just as the changes to her body began with the first
sliver of pale light from the new moon, her need
unfurled like a heron’s wings with the coming full moon.
This past month, she’d been steadily shedding the baby
fat that plagued her adolescence although her appetite,
especially for blood-enriched meats, had increased. Her
first period ever had come and gone. Then sensual
awareness dominated her waking and sleeping thoughts.
For days, she’d dreamed of an anonymous lover in her
bed. The things he’d done to her had left her breathless
and blushing. If she managed to sleep tonight, she knew
she’d find Rene’s face, his jaw taut with desire, his
shoulders bunched as he hovered above her, supplanting
the hazy man of her dreams.
Why him? Although handsome, he wasn’t the first
good-looking man she’d ever encountered. But from the
moment he’d pulled her from the park bench into his
arms, her body recognized his claim. He’d held her
close, his thickly muscled torso sheltering her from
further harm. His strength and distinctive scent, a
spicy heated musk, imprinted on her mind. If she closed
her eyes, she was there once more, draped across his lap
in the back seat of the sedan, awakening to desire for
the first time.
Everything else—the horror of the attacks, the pain of
her many little wounds--faded. She felt only his hard,
muscled thighs beneath her bottom and the steely embrace
that crushed the air from her lungs while he struggled
for control.
She wanted to know those sensations again—and so much
more.
Frustration humming inside her, she tossed back the
bedcovers and padded to the French doors, flinging them
open. She stepped into a wind that whipped her hair away
from her face and the nightgown tight against her body.
Infrequent drops of rain pelted her uplifted cheeks,
cooling her skin.
A click sounded from the door further down the balcony.
Clad only in jeans, Rene stepped out.
He was pure temptation, from brawny chest to bare toes.
“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, his voice a
grumpy, sexy rumble. “You set off the silent alarm.”
With her heart thudding in her chest, she turned away.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Well, how ‘bout not sleepin’ inside?”
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