My good friend Mona has been kind enough to let me post about my new release Vampire Bay, a crossoverYA/paranormal.
To celebrate the release, I'll be running a contest all this month.
Second prize: Paper Copy of Moonwatchers
Third prize: Paper Copy of Vampire Island.
To enter: Just leave a comment @ http://sandracox.blogspot.com and mention Vampire Bay Contest. Please include your email addie. Or if you'd rather not leave your email on the comment section you can send it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
“Looking for someone, Sugar?”
He leaned against a rough-barked oak, his ankles crossed, his hands jammed in his pockets.
The man in front of me was drop-dead gorgeous. Blue-black hair worn in a careless style framed high cheekbones. The rakish growth on his chin accentuated his dark good looks. Designer jeans clung to lean hips and long legs. He wore a long-sleeved gray tee, that clung to impressive pecs, with a black outdoor vest over the shirt. Expensive suede boots covered his feet. The only thing that ruined his appearance was the red glow around his irises.
His dark good looks reminded me of someone. I gasped and blinked. He reminded me of Sam, a more rakish version but still Sam. With that long lean body and black hair, they could have passed for brothers.
One moment he leaned negligently against the tree, the next he stood beside me, way too close. Nothing moves faster than a vampire. It can be quite disconcerting if you aren’t used to it. My hand tightened on my sword.
“So you are the mouthwatering Zoe Tempest.” He circled me. Those red glowing eyes seared me wherever he glanced. “To think Dere let a little thing like you take him.” He laughed, a sensual sound that made my knees wobble.
“That’s right. Just like I’m going to take you.” Instead of hurling the words like a spear, I had to force them out of my mouth. They sounded stiff and unnatural.
His voice caressed like whispering silk. It mesmerized as he circled. “It appeals to you on a basic level doesn’t it, being with me?” He reached out a white cold finger and started to touch my cheek.
I jerked my head back. “Who are you?” I pushed the words past my clenched teeth as my body trembled violently.
“Who do you want me to be?” He touched the back of my neck as he circled me.
I shuddered, but whether from disgust or desire eluded me.
“Dead,” I spat, fighting the unbelievable craving I felt for him.
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