This is my second appearance on Melodee Aaron’s site (thank you to Melodee for having me again)…and this time, I’m here to announce the second (and newest book) in the series, Illusion. The Vampire Destiny Series centers around Josephine Anderson, a 28 year old psychic empath who meets the undead man of her dreams in Stefan Lifsten. He’d been on a mission to find her after his own vision of her 200 years ago.
Here is an excerpt of Illusion (and it appears we’ve caught them in a heated moment):
When we stepped inside and the doors closed behind us, I lunged at him. Slamming him against the metal wall of the elevator, I showed him that I wanted him with a ferocity that both excited and terrified me. My hands savagely pulled at his tie and my fingers were frantic as they struggled to unbutton his shirt. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling his face down to mine. My lips crashed against his, my tongue plunging into his mouth, dodging his sharp fangs. I started to reach for his belt and his hand gripped my wrist, stopping me just as the elevator opened on our floor. Stefan backed us out into the hallway, our kiss never breaking. He smoothly pushed me against the wall on one side of the hall and I pressed back, knocking him against the other side. He somehow had the presence of mind to find his keys, swiftly opening the door and we stumbled inside, our arms and legs tangled together.
We were a blur as we struggled for dominance in our need to make love. Our hands were in perpetual motion, stripping away the layers of our clothing as we continued our frenzied dance. His suit jacket fell in the living room, my shoes were haphazardly kicked aside in the kitchen. His dress shirt and tie landed in the hallway and my dress ended up in the doorway of our bedroom. Our mouths were relentless as we devoured each other with mindless, drugging kisses that left me shaking, breathless and craving more.
“You told me I suitably wooed you, Josephine. Now I am going to properly fuck you.”
I broke free from his grasp and backed away from him until I was on the opposite side of the bed, moving faster than I ever had before. Cocking my eyebrow in defiance, I crooked a finger at him, motioning for him to come to me.
Only the city lights from the wall of windows illuminated the room as he swaggered towards me, looking like a sinister angel, fallen to earth to tempt me. The pale muscles in his chest and arms flexed as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his pants, dropping it to the floor. His eyes were predatory as he watched me, his fingers twitching in anticipation. I knew if he chose to, he could have me pinned to the bed before I could even react. Stefan was enjoying the chase, like a lion stalking a gazelle.
I heard him flick open the button on his pants and the zipper lower slowly, the fabric rustling as it slipped over his narrow hips. His smile was wicked and sexy as he crawled across the bed towards me, hooking a finger underneath the front of my bra, pulling me to him.
Stefan’s eyes drifted to my breasts before lifting his gaze to meet mine. His tongue swiped across his lower lip. “Playing hard to get, vackra?”
“Would you like me to?” I asked saucily. Threading my fingers through his hair, my hands stopped at the nape of his neck. I tugged his head back, exposing the long stretch of his throat to my eyes. He swallowed unevenly and his body tensed beautifully, every muscle contracting. Lowering my lips to his chest, I licked across his collar bones, up the length of his neck to the curve of his jaw. I loosened my grip on his hair and his eyes met mine again, the blue eclipsed by the blackness of his pupils, his lips parted slightly.
Without another word, his finger snapped the lacy fabric apart. He crawled closer and his tongue flickered out to lazily lick circles around my nipple, causing a shiver to run down my back. He turned his attention to the other, but instead of feeling his tongue, his fangs sank into my skin and he swallowed hungrily. My hands fisted in his thick blond hair, encouraging him to drink. When he withdrew his fangs and his arms blurred to grab me, I had no time to respond.
When I saw the smug smirk on his face, I realized much too late that the aggressor had become the prey. Stefan had me pinned to the bed and he moved to straddle me, his long, powerful legs on both sides of my thighs. His fingers began tracing a line from my cheekbone, down my jaw to caress the side of my neck where he could feel my pulse racing from his touch. His heavily hooded eyes watched the vein throb for a moment before he resumed his exploration, outlining the curve of my breast and running his palm over my ribs. My chest heaved in anticipation as his hand dropped lower to ghost against my stomach, casually running a finger over my panties. They were soaked, and when he ripped them from me, I let out a soft cry of surprise.
“Shh…” Stefan’s voice floated through my thoughts.
Since this is the second book in the series, I’ll also throw in an excerpt from Book 1, Fated:
Stefan’s body trembled against mine and his hands released the grip on my wrists. My fingers reached up to wipe my blood from his chin and his tongue swiftly darted out to lick at them greedily.
He fell to his side, pulling me along with him so we were lying face to face on the bed, his long leg draping across my thigh. His eyes were closed and his large hand ran down the length of my back in a gentle caress. For a brief unguarded minute, his thoughts tumbled out freely and his mind was completely open to me. He was blissful, the happiness he felt bordered on euphoria. His thoughts were consumed with the unwavering love he felt for me, the sheer emotion he was feeling was almost too much for me to understand.
My heart twisted when I felt his fear of my limited human life span creep into the boundaries of his mind, his thoughts darkening as he worried about me leaving him, either on my own volition or by his greatest fear: in my death. He was uncertain that I would choose to change to stay with him and this terrified him.
As quickly as his thoughts flooded my mind, he closed them off to me like a door slamming shut to an unwanted visitor. He sighed deeply in regret and his eyes closed to avoid my anxious stare. I couldn’t force him to look at me, although I’d try my best to reassure him.
Curling myself around him, I opened my thoughts to him, hiding nothing from him. I showed him the strength of my feelings, the curiosity I felt at how he was able to unlock a side of me I kept hidden away. I focused on the ferocity of my love for him and how meeting him was the one thing in my life that made me the happiest, how I’d finally found a sense of home with him. My throat ached with unshed tears when I realized that I was in so deep now, I couldn’t imagine my life without him beside of me. I needed him as much as he needed me.
Stefan was silent as he pulled me closer to him. I felt him draw in an unnecessary breath and his shaky exhale against my hair. His mental voice was soft as it brushed against my mind. “I love you, Josephine. No matter what you choose to do, I am eternally yours. Jag är din och du är min. För evigt.”
With a whimper from me, I reclaimed his mouth with mine, turning my head to drink him in. Our mouths met with wet need, desperate to prove to each other the depth of our love.
I knew beyond a doubt that I loved him and didn’t want to live without him. It was up to me to figure out if one lifetime was enough.
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Alexandra Anthony loves all things vampire and enjoys writing romantic/erotic stories combining vampires and the paranormal, the idea of good happily ever after story and the possibility that there could be a supernatural Prince Charming lurking out there.
Alexandra lives in the Midwest with her husband and daughter. She is currently writing the The Vampire Destiny series in which Josephine Anderson, a Psychic Empath, meets the undead man of her dreams.
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