February 1, 2011
#17 New York Times Bestseller in paperback trade fiction!
When desire cannot be controlled…When personal will is overpowered by carnal cravings…When only one fearless impulse feeds you, body and soul…
You can’t deny it. It’s something primal.
#1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh returns to her sensual world of the Breeds in an all-new novella that explores just how savage, and how far, a man is willing to go in the name of desire. Plus three other stories of irresistible passions from three masters of hot paranormal romance.
**PLEASE NOTE: My novella, BLEEDING HEART, takes place a few days AFTER the events in NIGHTSHADE***
Review from Fresh Fiction….
Michelle Rowen’s BLEEDING HEART demonstrates what happens when a dhampyr (half-human/half-vampire) is on permanent drugs to control the vampire part of his psyche, but the drugs make him unable to feel anything. Declan rushes his former lover, Jill, to what might be their last hope: a doctor who can tell them how to remove the Nightshade from her bloodstream. Nightshade makes her blood irresistible to vampires, but it kills them almost instantly. In addition, it is killing Jill. Following double-cross after double-cross, Jill and Declan learn they can only trust each other; are they strong enough to resist emotion-resisting drugs and a deadly potion?
E x c e r p t
All I could do now was hope the vampires didn’t rip me apart before they tasted my blood. Declan grabbed a step and pulled himself closer, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop what was about to happen.
“Delicious, right?” I said. Fear wasn’t something I could control at the moment so I gave into it, wrapping myself in it like a thick blanket. “You need to drink my blood.”
“Yessss,” the female hissed. She had hair so pale blond it was almost white. I think it was a bleach job since nobody had that color hair naturally. Her skin was even paler in contrast to the dark veins that branched along her jaw line, and her lips were red as if she’d been already drinking her fill of blood before they got to this floor. I could barely see the whites of her eyes, her irises were so large and black. She looked like some sort of angel, actually. An angel of death.
She grabbed hold of my hair, fisting it so tightly that I let out an involuntary cry of pain. The male vampire drew closer. I shuddered as he slid his hand over my stomach and pressed me back against the wall.
He sniffed along my neck. “Smells so good. Never smelled anything so good in my life.”
My heart pounded so fast it made me dizzy. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Declan was trying to get to me. I shuddered with fear and disgust as I felt the male vampire slide his cold hand down between my legs and I felt his erection hard against my hip. I’d expected it, but it didn’t mean I was prepared.
For vampires, blood and sex went hand in hand. Lust for blood turned into a lust for other things. It was all I could do to not beg them to let go of me. The female had a tight hold of my hair and she wrenched my neck to the side. Her other hand grasped my chin and she nipped at my jaw, not quite hard enough to break the skin. Her fangs were as sharp as scalpels.
This was typically the part in the movies where the good guys would arrive, stakes in hand, and make mincemeat out of the monsters, saving the damsel in distress who’d been foolish enough to wander off into danger and get herself eaten. But my life wasn’t a movie. And I’d chosen this distress with full knowledge of the potential consequences, as horrifying as it was to experience first-hand. I didn’t have nightmares every night lately because my life was big fun.
Do it, I begged inwardly. Bite me. What the hell are you waiting for?