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Sex and the Single Vamp
Cici Trent, vampire and media darling, spends her days finding true love for humans and supernaturals (the “Others”) at her dating agency. But someone is trying to sabotage her business and she needs help. Unfortunately, the best man for the job is the one who broke her still beating heart two hundred fifty-four years ago.
Deacon is a patient vampire. He’s only loved one woman in over three hundred years— Cici— and she chose another. So when she shows up in his office asking for help, he finally has the chance to lay that demon to rest. He’ll help her, but for a price—a night in his bed.
Adrenaline, mischief, and a little late-night B&E light the passion that even a couple of lifetimes couldn’t put out. But Deacon has a secret and when Cici is suddenly mortal, his deception might be the only way restore her immortality. Can love bridge the gap between a heartbeat and forever?
Interview with Deacon
I walk into the club⎯Sanctuary⎯and even in the daylight hours I can feel the impact of my surrounding. The club is an exclusive, invite-only locale in the trendiest part of Washington DC which provides a smorgasboard of debauched and decadent pleasures for humans and “Others”.
Although I received an invitation to come by later this evening, I opted to do the interview before the club opens. For some reason, I don’t think I get my questions answered if I let myself be distracted by the events.
Especially since I’m likely to be distracted by the smokin’ hot subject of my interview. Deacon makes his way between the tables over to the booth where I wait for him. He’s got what I can only call swagger⎯any by that I mean that he knows how hot he is and uses it to his advantage every chance he gets. Today his 6 feet 3 inch muscled frame, whiskey colored eyes and shoulder length hair is perfectly showcased by his entirely black outfit.
Everything about him screams “vampire” even though his fangs are not visible.
He slides into the booth and he’s already looking for an exit I know that I’ve only got a few minutes before he bolts.
Me: Deacon. Thanks for agreeing to meet me.
Deacon: Andy made me come. He would not shut up until I agreed,
Me: Remind me to send him a fruit basket.
Deacon: Make it a basket of doggie bones and he’ll be your friend forever.
Me: Yes – but only when he shifts, right?
Deacon. Yeah. (he smiles and I see a hint of the fang- have mercy) So, what do you want to know?
Me. What’s the secret you haven’t told Cici?
Me: Really? (he folds his arms across his chest and raises an eyebrow at me – the one with the scar through it) Not fair…doing that thing with your eyebrow.
Me: A little bit.
Deacon: (he laughs and shrugs) I’ll be good.
Me: I doubt it. (He opens his mouth to reply and I rush in to get some of my questions answered) So, why don’t you believe in love?
Deacon: What’s the point of it? I’m immortal. I can’t be expected to stick with one person for all that time. (He leans forward, resting his arms on the table, his expression seeking understanding) That is an emotion for humans and I left that behind a long time ago.
Me: About three hundred years ago.
Deacon: Give or take a decade.
Me: So what can you offer a woman if you don’t do the love thing?
Deacon: You interested in finding out?
Me. I’m happily married.
Deacon: Well, then you’ll just have to imagine. Let’s just say that my favorite thing in the world is making a woman come.
Me: Yeah. I think I knew that. (I break eye contact, hoping that the sweat I can feel on my skin doesn’t show.) So, if you don’t do love – how do you feel about Cici?
Deacon: Oh…(he looks away, his jaw tightening and when he looks back I can see his eyes flash. It’s a dead giveaway for his kind – the eyes flash when they are highly emotional, angry, aroused) Cici…she’s important to me. Always will be. I owe her father.
Me: So, it’s just an obligation?
Deacon: No. She was never just that. Never.
Me: Are you saying…?
Deacon: I’m not saying anything. Forget it. (He rises from the booth, already headed towards the exit before I can haul my ass out of my seat. He does lay a hand on my shoulder as he walks by, giving it an affectionate squeeze) Good interview. I’ll see you later.
And then he’s gone.
And I don’t know anymore than when I sat down.
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He let the silence fall between them as the tub filled, turning off the water when it hit the right level. He stood; his skin itched for him to get the hell out of there. He needed space. He needed to get some control over his emotions, his body.
“Water’s ready. Towels over in that basket. Stay as long as you want—the heater will maintain the temperature.”
Cici brushed past him, his body tingling where she touched him. He was hyper aware of her movements behind him, jerking slightly at the thump her high heels made when they hit the tile floor, groaning with the hiss of her minidress slithering over her skin and sliding to the floor. The swish of water as she climbed in; her sigh as she settled under the tumbling warmth. Fuck, he should leave. Where was that space he was thinking about earlier? He needed to get there.
He froze. His body tensed as he willed it not to move. This was a bad idea.
He turned, her blue gaze clashing with his as steam rose around her, fl ushing her skin and making her auburn hair twist into curls that dragged and clung to her damp skin. He wanted to follow their path, licking and tasting, making her burn.
He groaned. This was the time to leave. She’d want to talk and he couldn’t be trusted to keep the secrets he needed to keep for just a little while longer. One wrong slip to Cici and she’d bolt, vulnerable and too angry at him to pay attention to the danger.
“I’m…I can’t…too jacked up. My nerves are shot.”
“Your nerves are shot?” She huffed out a bitter laugh as she leaned back against the tub, eyes closed, the pale globes of her breasts breaking the surface of the water and putting her hard, pink nipples on display. “I almost got killed tonight and I need you here with me. Calm the beast and get your ass in here.”
Whoa. His cock hardened even more in the painful confines of his jeans. She was pissed and his sick, depraved mind got off on it. A new kink in his extensive arsenal.
“Look at you. You’re a goddess. Everything about you says don’t fuck with me.”
Her eyes opened, snapping to lock with his own. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not.” And he wasn’t. She was vibrating with rage and he was afraid. Afraid that her demon would reach out and grab his and he wasn’t sure he could contain the chemical reaction. He swallowed hard, loving the small burst of pain that brought him down a little. “I’m not okay tonight, Cici. I’ll hurt you.”
“Tough shit. Get the beast under control.”
She looked at him then and he could have resisted her if she’d been a demanding shrew, but the goddam vulnerability in her eyes killed him. On the surface she was a goddess. The huntress. Diana on a rampage, but her eyes gave it away. Not far below the surface was her shimmering, open, hurting core and he had to give in to that.
His guilt, his fear, his rage would have to wait.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t punish me for this later.” He reached over his head, grabbing his shirt and yanking it off and throwing it on the floor. Within a matter of seconds his jeans and boots had joined it and he was naked, his cock jutting out from his body in full arousal.
Cici drank him in, her gaze following every line of his body from the top of his head to his feet and then resettled on his groin with a flash of blue around her pupils. Deacon groaned, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking from root to tip as she watched him, turning him on more with that look than anyone’s touch had ever done.
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About Robin Covington:
Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her bestselling books. When she’s not writing sexy, sizzling romance she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Manganiello. You can find Robin at her website (robincovingtonromance.com), Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Don’t send chocolate . . . send eye candy!
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