A sneak peek at the new Pyte novel.......

           "Stop being such a big baby. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before," Danny pointed out.

            "When you were a small child, Danny," Caine bit out, keeping his eyes averted. He focused on the small mattress, the thick corded wire that trailed across the room after her, his chain, his feet, the ceiling, anything so that he didn't have to see Danny.

           Any other woman and he would have openly stared at her until he grew bored, but this was Danny, the little girl who used to manipulate him into braiding her hair. He knew that she'd grown into a beautiful desirable woman, but he couldn't seem to separate the little girl that she'd once been with the woman that she was now. Of course that's what landed his ass in this little problem, he thought with an inward groan.

            "Any ideas?" she suddenly asked, almost drawing his attention back to her.

            The warm steam helped fill the small room with her enticing scent, thickening it to the point where he could think of nothing else. His hands clenched into tight fists as his cock stirred against the soft material of his underwear. He inwardly screamed at his body to get the fuck back under control, but it wouldn't listen. His eyes burned as his fangs slid out and it took everything he had not to go to that shower and take what he wanted. 

            "Shut the shower off," he said out as he fought for control.

            "What?" Danny asked, sounding distracted.

            "Shut. The. Shower. Off," he bit out tightly.

            "Not done."

            In less than a second he in front of her, not caring that he was getting wet or that Danny was naked and glaring up at him. He moved forward, giving her no other choice but to back up the short distance against the wall. He placed his hands against the tile on either side of her head and leaned in.

            "When I tell you to do something," he said, doing his best to ignore her mouth watering scent, "you do it. Do you understand me?"

            Instead of agreeing, sobbing or begging for his mercy like any other sane female would do, Danny got into his face. She moved into him until her hard nipples brushed against his chest and he had to stop himself from hissing in pleasure. 

            It was her damn scent that was responsible for the way he was reacting to her. Without it he'd be able to keep his head around her. She was just another human, someone who shouldn't matter, but did and that was only because he still had a soft spot for the little girl that she once was. That would have to change and soon. 

            If he'd been able to push her away years ago and not care whether she'd lived or died then this never would have happened. It was his fault that she was here, why they were here. His sentimental feelings for this woman were used against him. They were a weakness, one he would correct starting now. 

            "No," she said firmly, her little glare never wavering as she looked up at him.

            "No you don't understand or-"

            "No, as in you don't control me, Caine. So back the hell off. If you want me to listen to you then you'd better come up with a plan real damn fast to get us out of here otherwise stay the hell out of my way," she said, not backing down one damn bit when he growled.

            "Now if you don't mind I'd like to finish my shower."

            "Then finish it," he said through clenched teeth as he reached out and shut off the hot water. Then with a simple flick of his hand he broke the hot water knob off so that he wouldn't have to endure having her scent shoved down his throat again.

            "You son of a bitch," she said, looking pissed enough to ring his neck, but he didn't care. Let her hate him. It would make what he had to do so much easier.

            "Enjoy your shower," he said, reaching out and turning the cold water on at full blast before he flashed away from her. He ignored her little surprised scream and focused his attention on the cooler. 

            He wiped the water off his face with his hand as he sat down in front of the cooler. His hands actually shook as he grabbed the first bag of blood. He was so fucking close to going back over to her and ripping her throat open. 

            Maybe he should do just that and put her out of her misery, he thought, but just as quickly shoved the thought away. He didn't want to take the chance of being stuck in here for years without blood and he sure as hell didn't want to deal with whatever annoying female they threw in here after her. For now he'd tolerate her, but from here on out she was completely on her own. He wouldn't allow her to be a weapon used against him. 

            "I hope you choke on it," she bit out as she stormed past him.

            This was going to be so much fun, he thought dryly as he tore into the bag.

I like free stuff, how about you?

 In honor of Sudden Response's release, not to mention Without Regret's release I thought that we could use another giveaway. And what better to give away than a calendar of half-naked fire fighters that support a great cause? Thanks to Nations Bravest calendar I will be giving away a signed calendar worth $50 to the winner and I suppose I could throw Sudden Response and Without Regret into the mix. If you've already read one of those books you may chose a different book that I've written to keep it interesting.

 The contest will be held at www.vampireromancebooks.com It starts on Friday, November 11, 2011 and will end on November 21, 2011. This contest is a little different than the rest. You have to answer a question and four judges, not me, from VRB will chose the best answer. The question?

How would you thank a hero?

That's it. Just follow their rules, fill out your information so that we can contact you if you win and give us your most creative answer.

If you don't win, but still want to get your hands on one of those calendars, and I can't blame you since I buy one for myself every year, it's a good cause after all ; ) Then head on over to http://www.nationsbravest.com for your own copy.

Good luck, everyone! A special thank you to Nations Bravest for the free upgrade for the signed calendar.

New Pyte book underway......

There are several Pyte books currently being written while I finish up Chris' story. I thought I'd share one of my favorite parts with you:

           He growled softly as he watched his sister disappear into her room. That woman was not staying. He didn’t care what Marta threatened him with. If Marta tried to move out he would either drag her back here or follow her. Either way Cloe was not staying a moment longer. He couldn’t tell Marta this, but she was risking the young woman’s life by keeping her here. He never wanted anyone’s blood or body more in his life. His self-control was good, but it wasn't perfect. She had to go.

            He walked to the kitchen only to find it empty and….clean. What the hell? His eyes dropped to the floor. It was shiny and white with rose petals. He frowned at the floor. He could have sworn it was a dull gray this morning. The room no longer smelled of old food, dust and a thousand other odors. It smelled of chemical and lemon. Every surface was clean and shinning. He snorted, he could have done that.

            He closed his eyes and listened. He heard two heartbeats. One on the first floor which was Marta's and the other was on the second floor. Oh hell no….

            He took the back stairs two at time and raced towards the sound of her heartbeat. It came from a closed door at the end of the hall. Without any hesitation he threw the door open and quickly stumbled.

            “Don’t you knock?” Cloe cried as she grabbed a towel to hold up in front of her.

            He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. His eyes were fixed on that damn towel that she was now using to cover up heaven. He glared at the damn thing, willing it to drop or shift to the side a foot or two so he could see that beautiful body again. Large breasts with dark nipples, flat stomach with just the slightest swell, wide hips and soft (he was willing to bet his life they were soft) butterscotch curls between her legs that was just begging for his devotion and he would give it too. Gladly.

            She snorted. “The towel’s not going to disappear and I’m not dropping it.”

            His jaw clenched. She couldn’t know that for sure. For another moment he stared, more like silently pleaded for it to move.

            “You really need to get laid,” she said dryly.

            His eyes snapped up to hers. Holy shit! Was that an offer?

            Cloe rolled her eyes as she managed to wrap the towel around her and tuck it in between her breasts without giving him a show. Damn.

            “Is there something you wanted?” she asked.

            You. “I-I wanted to…” he stuttered before his voice trailed off. His eyes had dropped to the cleavage that he wanted to run his tongue over and he was back to willing the towel to drop. 

            She sighed as she walked over to him. Thank god because his feet wouldn’t move and he was practically screaming at them to make them go to her. She was taking the initiative. That was fine with him. He’d let her set the pace and then he’d take over and probably take her on every surface in this room.

            Cloe gripped his arms tightly. Oh yeah. He leaned down to kiss her when he was unceremoniously shoved from the room. The door closed in his face.

            “But…but….”

            He heard her soft laughter from behind the door. He stared at the door for another moment before he came to his damn senses. It was probably a good thing the door was between him so his blood, well most of his blood, could return to his head.

            He pounded on the door. “Cloe!”

            With an exasperated sigh she answered the door. Thankfully she was dressed. His eyes skimmed over the tight baby doll tank top and oddly arousing green and blue flannel pajama bottoms. To his utter delight the two pieces of clothing didn’t meet, giving him a glimpse of that taunt little stomach and navel. Damn, he’d love to trace that with his tongue.

            Two warm fingers gently gripped his chin and pulled his face and gaze away. He may have whimpered.

            “Hi, nice to have you back,” Cloe said with a wry smile. “Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” She released her hold on his chin and he had to fight not to drop his eyes down. From the look on her face he knew that if he did that he would be looking at the door again.

            He gave himself a mental shake. Right. 

            “You’re fired,” he said firmly in a tone that brokered no argument.

            She yawned. “Okay, see you in the morning.” She moved to close the door.

            Christofer pressed his hand against the door to stop her. “Didn’t you hear me? I said you’re fired.”

            “That’s two times,” she said with a small smile.

            “Yes…yes, I did say it twice.” Was she insane?

            “I’ll make sure to tell Marta that in the morning.”

            “Wait, what?”

            Cloe gave him a coy smile. “Marta told me to tell her if you tried to fire me and how many times. Something about a cane….not really sure.” She shrugged.

            Aw, shit. 

            This was not happening. He was the man of this family and of this house. This was his house god damn it.

            “You’re fired.”

            She rolled her eyes. “That’s three.”

            Damn it!

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