Today Kryssie Fortune is here to discuss her Erotic paranormal menage tale "Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf." Poor Tempest. Whatever will she do?
Excerpt:
Elias curled his hands into fists and tensed his
muscles. Seth spread his arms wide, pinning her behind him as he tried to stare
his half-brother down. Furious, she shoved past the pair of them and stormed
into the trailer. “I’m getting dressed in the bedroom. Seth, put some clothes
on. Once you’re dressed, brew us all a hot drink. Elias, get in here. Sit by
the window and keep your fists to yourself. You’re both welcome to come home
with me tonight, if you still want to, but the first one to attack their half-brother
is no longer welcome.”
There. The choice is in their hands now. They might make my decision for
me.
Tempest’s head turned just as Seth smirked at
Elias. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “I mean it, Seth.
Touch him, I’m leaving, and I won’t be back, ever.”
Head high, she gathered her clothes and marched
into the bathroom. Her conscience screamed, Slut!
When she thought about how her lovers had fought over her, she felt sick. Her
head ached and her hands shook. What with that car coming directly at her and
those archers trying to turn her into a hedgehog, her day couldn’t get any
worse—meeting Seth excepted, of course.
A quick shower helped, and although she’d messed
up, her heart craved both lovers on a permanent basis. Moments later, dressed
in her work clothes, she walked back into the lounge. Two coffees stood on the
kitchen worktop, one for her and one for Seth. She shook her head. “Seth,
you’re the host. Please make Elias a drink.”
Elias clenched and unclenched his fists. “The
only drink I need is another taste of your delicious blood.”
Seth growled, tensed to attack, but, mindful of
Tempest’s threat, he froze. “He’s taunting me.”
She sat by the broken table and sipped her
drink. “Be the bigger man and ignore him. Elias, behave and explain why your
family abandoned you.”
The vampire sat motionless, his mismatched gaze
fixed on the wall behind his bride. “I bared my soul to you, ángelós mou.” His
lip curled. “I will not give a werewolf the satisfaction of knowing how my
family’s rejection forced me to live.”
Seth’s growl sounded low and soft but full of
menace.
She put her coffee on the kitchen work surface
and sat beside Elias. When she rested her hand on his arm, Seth’s growl grew
louder. Ignoring him, she smiled at Elias. “I know this is painful for you,
gorgeous, but there are some things we need to clear up.”
Although Elias looked ready to storm off, he
calmed when she took his hand. His grip almost crushed her fingers. Finally, he
took a deep breath. “Since you have asked this of me, I will tell Seth how he
and the others betrayed me.”
He kept his gaze on their interlaced fingers,
clearly unwilling to let his half-brother see how deeply he still felt his
family’s rejection. Haltingly, Elias repeated his history. “My father never
summoned me home, despite the promises he made when he sent me, his firstborn
son, to Sparta as a guest/hostage.”
Seth banged his mug on a side table. “Liar!
Coffee sloshed out of the cup, flowed over the
table, and dripped onto the carpet. He exploded from his seat, his body shaking
in anger. Elias stood slowly, his jaw set, his movements controlled. He raised
his arm and used four fingers to beckon Seth toward him. “Bring it on, wolf
boy.”
Seth curled his lip and sneered. “I’ve more
respect for Tempest. Listen, Fang-face, my father wrote weekly. He gave his
letters to my mother, his favorite concubine, with orders to see them
dispatched to Sparta.”
Elias stared at his half-brother, his eyes
glowing red. “I’m not the one lying. Tell the truth before I make you.”
Blurb:
After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.
Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.
Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate--and they’re not sharing.
A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.
A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?
● Note:While loosely linked to the Scattered Siblings series, this book may be read as a standalone story
About the Author:
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
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