Book 3 in the d'Argent Vampires series.
Lust is in the air in sultry New Orleans, where Alina d'Argent is celebrating the marriage of her cousin and the daughter of widowed businessman Sam Quill. Sam falls quickly under Alina's vampire spell, and but for Alina, Sam's the dominant lover of her fantasies. Yet there seems to be no future for them beyond this short sexual interlude, for they come from worlds too different to be bridged.
An evil vampire is determined to destroy Alina. He's already wreaked havoc on her clan, and she can't shirk her responsibilities in a lover's arms, however tempting this may be. Sam is an Alpha male, uninterested in playing consort to a vampire queen, even if he were willing to be turned, which he is not.
When her enemy attacks Alina, Sam steps in to save her at the cost of his own life. What he wants doesn't matter now. Alina must change him or he will die. Angry at first, Sam quickly accepts his new existence--as well as Alina's eternal surrender--and embraces a shadow life with his vampire queen.
Note: Story contains scenes of same-gender and group sex.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Eternal Surrender by Ann Jacobs
An Excerpt From: ETERNAL SURRENDER
(c) Copyright ANN JACOBS, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
On nights like these Alina could almost forget the danger that would always lurk as long as Louis Reynard drew vampire breath. She sipped daintily on a third flute of rare AB negative their host had found somewhere to serve at his daughter's wedding. He'd spared no expense, either at the beautiful ceremony in Chicago two days earlier or now, at the elegant reception in the courtyard of his New Orleans home. She was so happy for Stefan. And Julie too.
Still she couldn't quite stave off the crushing loneliness affairs like these made her feel. Most of the guests would probably laugh at the idea that the queen of the clan could feel this way when almost any male could be hers with as little as a look in his direction. But if she summoned them, they'd serve her, following her lead when what she really wanted was what most women of all species wanted. To be swept off her feet, compelled to set aside her life role and accept the pleasures her partner offered. Though vampires often enjoyed various forms of Domination/submission games in their romantic entanglements, the obvious expectation was that the vampire did the dominating when the games involved a mortal.
Alina often dreamed of submitting...
"You need to be dancing, ch?rie." She turned when she heard the deep, seductive voice of Julie's father, Sam Quill. This was a mortal who'd intrigued her ever since they met, whose commanding height and take-charge manner had drawn her into his bed after the wedding...before he'd had to go to catch a plane and come back here to prepare for the reception. She loved his deep, Southern drawl, the incredibly sexy way he sometimes dropped a Cajun French endearment into their sex talk.
He hadn't asked then, and he didn't ask now before relieving her of her glass, setting it on a nearby table and sweeping her into his arms. "What a beautiful night...a beautiful party," she said, laying her head on Sam's broad shoulder.
"Had to send off my little girl right. You know, if it hadn't been for you, I'd have been feeling mighty old tonight." When he pressed his hand lower on her waist and drew her closer, she felt him growing hard against her belly.
She tilted her head enough so she could look up into his beautiful gray eyes, see how the pupils had dilated with his arousal. "You don't feel old at all. Besides, it's not safe to remind a female vampire she's outlived her partner by a few hundred years." His salt-and-pepper curls, cut no-nonsense short as though he was too busy to bother with trying to tame them, felt crisp against her forefinger when she circled the sensitive spot just above the hairline on his neck. His sigh and the nudge of his growing erection told her she'd found one of his erogenous zones.
When she parted her lips and pressed her body closer, he didn't draw back with embarrassment as a younger man might have done. Instead he welcomed her sign of invitation, drew her closer so not even the sultry breeze might have found its way between them. He slid his hand lower on her back, his smallest finger curved discreetly over the curve of her buttock. "I'd like to take you over in the shadow of that grandfather oak and fuck you..."
"Please don't tease me. I'm already wet for you." Alina looked longingly at the ancient tree with its wide canopy of darkness. But when she sensed an evil presence lurking there she tensed.
"What's wrong?" Sam's arm tightened around her and he swung them around, presenting his broad back to whatever danger she sensed beneath the tree. For a moment she was too astonished to reply. He thought--a human thought--to stand between her and danger, not questioning his deficit of strength or quickness against a male of her species. From the hard set of his mouth, which seconds earlier had been curved in a smile, she wondered if Sam might be far more dangerous than a vampire would expect. He certainly challenged her more than she'd expected, on several different levels. Despite the absurdity of it, she found his instinctive desire to shield her made her want him even more.
She cupped his cheek with one hand and looked over his shoulder, concentrating on identifying and reading the unseen foe. "It's all right. A Reynard lackey sent to keep an eye on us while their leader nurses his wounds. He's seething because his leader has ordered him to observe, not attack." A good call, she thought, considering the number and quality of defenders who would rush to the defense if he attacked. She found herself including Sam in her mental tally of strong male protectors, another foolish thought since not even the most powerful mortal was a match for the puniest of male vampires.
Sam curled his hand around her wrist, turned his head to put a kiss there and--she gasped at the audacity of the move--a graze of his teeth. His gaze held hers. "Your cousins may be otherwise occupied tonight. To keep you safe, I think I'd better keep you in my bed."
He wasn't sure where that came from. Yes, Sam was confident and assertive with women. And on the few occasions he wanted a woman--and he wanted Alina the way he hadn't wanted a particular female in years--he went after her. He didn't think she was using vampire allure on him, one of those vampire abilities Julie had told him about. Every time he looked into Alina's eyes, he sensed something he'd discerned before in women who had the sexual preference of submission. That called out the Dominant in him.
He'd think he was crazy, knowing what she was, except that when he told her he was taking her to his bed her eyes got hotter. Her nipples peaked, their hardness obvious through the material of the thin green dress she had on. "I will look forward to it," she whispered, punctuating her words with a soft nip on his earlobe. "Meanwhile you need to pay attention to your guests."
"I need to pay attention to shooing them out--politely, of course." As the music faded away, Sam turned them once more and came to a halt before the table where Julie and Stefan sat holding hands. The way lovers should. The way Sam held Alina's fingers laced firmly with his own, his knuckles brushing the firm flesh of her thigh through the thin veil of her skirt. When he looked at Stefan, he saw urgency that nearly matched his own. "It's getting about time to wind this party down," he said, and nobody voiced a word of protest.
When he nodded at the bandleader, the man held up his baton. A moment later the courtyard filled with a jazz rendition of "Good Night, Ladies".