Thursday, March 27, 2014

New Release & Guest Post - Sex And The Single Vamp by Robin Covington

Happy Release Week to Robin Covington! Her first paranormal romance, Sex And The Single Vamp, is out now! We've got a guest post from Robin, an excerpt and a giveaway to celebrate!
 

Friends –

Sex & the Single Vamp is my first foray into writing paranormal romance and I can admit that it was a terrifying and exciting experience.  I loved writing this book. 

The world-building was a blast. When I started it, I had one question: What would the world look like if we knew that “Others”¾vampires, werewolves, shifters, fey, and witches¾really existed and had lived among us for centuries? Would we embrace these people and remember who they were (your neighbor, co-worker, doctor and pastor) or would we be afraid and turn our backs on them?

Weaving Cici and Deacon into world events (the American Revolution, the shootout at OK Corral, for example) was so much fun and I felt a little bit like the writer of Forrest Gump.  LOL.

But the heart of this story is a passion between Cici and Deacon that 254 years and heartbreak can’t extinguish. These are two people who cannot be together but who just can’t leave each other alone and they always have each other’s back.

So when Cici’s life is threatened, Deacon will forget his own pain and do whatever it takes to save her¾even if it means telling the secret that will lose Cici forever.

Warning: This book contains a sexy, dominating vampire who always gets what he wants and an independent woman who won't let a simple thing like immortality get in the way of her happiness. The author is not responsible for spontaneous combustion of the reader.

To celebrate my release, I’m giving away a $50 giftcard and 10 SWAG packs! Enter the rafflecopter for your chance to win!

- Robin

 
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?




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 mini dress 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. F**k, he should leave. Where was that space he was thinking about earlier? He needed to get there.

Now.

“Come here.”

He froze. His body tensed as he willed it not to move. This was a bad idea.

“Deacon.”

He turned, her blue gaze clashing with his as steam rose around her, flushing 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.

“Come here.”

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 c**k 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 f**k 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.”

“But—”

“You won’t.”

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 c**k 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 d**k and stroking from root to tip as she watched him, turning him on more with that look than anyone’s touch had ever done.
 
 
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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1 comment:

  1. OMG...Robin if this is your first attempt at paranormal romance I am going to be one of your biggest fans. The the struggle with the desire, the heat, and the better judgement that Deacon was fighting was erotic and hot. I believe you did an amazing job with your first time out.

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