Destiny
Tranquilli Bloodline Series, Book 2
Tranquilli Bloodline Series, Book 2
Celia Breslin
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Champagne Books
Date of Publication: November 3, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-77155-164-9, ASIN:
B00O6A77FG
Number of pages: 234, Word Count: 74K
Cover Artist: Ellie Smith
Book Description: In HAVEN,
San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli survives a vicious attack by
her vampire family’s longtime archenemies. Several weeks later, as she
struggles with PTSD and survivor’s guilt, supervillain Dixon resurfaces and
kidnaps two of her best friends. To save them, Carina must comply with the evil
bastard’s unusual demands. The kicker? She must tell no one what she is up to.
Meanwhile, she has a new dance club to open for the preternatural
community, a fated soul mate acting secretive and distant, and a sexy, new,
undead friend who’d love to take Alexander’s place in her heart and bed.
Blackmailed, betrayed, tempted…sometimes destiny has a
wicked sense of humor.
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Excerpt: My attacker pinned me face-first to the
trunk, grinding an erection into my backside. Panic and pain pierced my gut.
Oh, hell no. I struggled to free myself, my power eager to fry the bastard. But
a familiar wintery power slid under my skin and doused my fire as if it were a
weak matchstick.
Warm breath teased my earlobe. “Hello, pet.”
I froze. Fuck me.
Dixon.
He nipped my ear lobe with wicked sharp fangs. “Miss me?”
“No.” The cut stung. Blood trickled, warm and wet, down my
neck.
“No? I’m hurt.” Jolts of icy power secured me to the tree
trunk while Dixon’s skeletal hands roamed over my body.
“Back off, you undead wanker,” I snapped, refusing to
surrender to my fears.
He chuckled. “I do so love it when you speak my language, my
little kitten.”
The world spun when he flipped me around and lassoed me
tighter to the trunk with his power, his lean, tall body caging mine. Head
lowered, gaunt face too close, his silver eyes shone like moonlight.
Mesmerizing, seductive moonlight.
Shit. He was trying to compel me. Very few vampires could do
that, and they had to be old. Unfortunately, Dixon was as old as Stonehenge.
Maybe older.
I lowered my gaze to his thin, blue-black lips. They curled
up in a creepy smile under my inspection, crinkling the lightning bolt tattoo
streaking across one hollow cheek. He circled one long fang with the tip of his
tongue. “Come now, pet. No more words for your favorite admirer?”
Anger almost had me hurling insults at the bastard but I
clenched my teeth. You’re bat shit crazy,
and I’m going to kill you if I can get my hands free.
He slipped a bony finger under my chin and tilted it upward,
trapping my gaze again. I met his challenge for two whole seconds before pain
closed my eyes. He’d likely dislocated my shoulder with his aerial stunt, and
so far my vampire quick healing genes had failed to fix it.
“Oh dear, is my favorite toy broken?” He poked my shoulder
hard, chuckling when I cried out.
“Bastard.” Moisture beaded on my forehead, and nausea
knotted my stomach. I should puke on the smug jerk. That would teach him.
“Here my pet, let me help.”
“Don’t touch—”
Pain clogged my throat as he reset my shoulder with
surprising medical precision.
He slid his hand over my repaired shoulder and down to the
curve of my waist. “There, all better now.” His hand inched lower and squeezed
my ass.
“Back off, perv.”
“Hm. Still spicy I see. Very good.”
He leaned into me until his erection pressed against my
belly. Inside my power paced like a caged tiger, roaring and swiping at the metaphorical
bars Dixon had placed around her. God, how I wanted to grab his head and fry
him, starting with his too-perfect, spiky platinum hair, then his tattooed face
and on down until he was nothing but an ash statue standing in his studded
leather boots.
My anger surged. I bucked against his hold, hating his gaunt
body plastered to mine, his cigarettes and leather scent searing my nostrils,
just…hating him.
He trapped my arms above my head and rubbed his cheek
against my forehead. “Yes, move like that kitten. Right there.” He lapped at my
bleeding ear. “Don’t stop now, my lush little pet.”
Bile burned my throat, making a bid for freedom. “Screw
you.”
“Oh, yes. Quite soon in fact.”
Panic ripped my gut. “Never.”
“Forever,” he shot back.
About the Author: Celia lives in California with her
husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal
romance, and has a particular fondness for vampires, werewolves, and the Fae.
When not writing, you’ll find her exercising, reading a good book or indulging
her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.
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Hi Krista!
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting Carina and her vampires on your blog today. :-)
Celia