When Tony Nelson is swept off his feet by Genevieve, an eight-hundred-year-old vampire queen who doesn't look a day over thirty, it's quickly apparent sucking his blood isn't all the sexy vampire has in mind. But Tony has bigger plans for his undeath than a sexual attraction that sizzles his synapses.
Torn between his insatiable hunger for Genevieve and his desire to celebrate his new "super" powers by fighting crime in Ft. Lauderdale, Tony butts heads with the feisty queen more than once.
But when his superhero deeds threaten his new family, leading their arch-enemies, the werecats, straight to their door, Tony has a difficult choice to make--one that will have ramifications for all of them.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Truth, Justice and the Vampire Way by Ashley Ladd
Tony Nelson yawned widely against his palm as he navigated the deserted downtown streets on his way to rescue his neighbor's sister. As usual, Carlos' Benz was out of commission and, as usual, he'd turned to his unable-to-say-no pal Tony to save the day. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened to Sophie.
As he searched for the address Carlos had given him, he passed several abandoned cars and run-down buildings. A few people drunkenly swayed and yelled obscenities so he rolled up his window and turned on the AC.
He turned from the one-way side street onto a four-lane boulevard and breathed a sigh of relief. Then out of the corner of his eye, a blur startled him and he slammed on the brakes. The car careened out of control. A sickening thud rent the air. Then a young woman clad in all black was thrown into the middle of the otherwise deserted road.
His heart stopping, his blood freezing in his veins, he couldn't budge. Then with a burst of adrenaline he leaped from the vehicle. "Lord, what have I done?"
Blood thrummed in his veins and he sprinted to the prone figure to kneel by her side. Gingerly he checked for signs of broken bones. "Can you hear me? Are you okay? Say something or give me a sign."
The woman coughed and her lashes fluttered. She pinned him with eyes as dark as midnight from beneath the thickest lashes he'd seen.
Greatly relieved, he expelled his breath and rocked back on his haunches. "Thank you, God."
Unable to catch her words as the breeze whipped them away, Tony lowered his ear to her lips. He waited several moments and when she didn't speak again, he fished around in his pocket for his phone. Moonlight glinted off the shiny casing. "Don't move, I'll stay with you until the ambulance gets here."
A gruff masculine voice broke the still of the night. "He's loyal."
Tony's heart stopped and then sprinted at full speed. The phone dropped with a clatter but he caught himself with his hand. As pebbles punished his palm he swore under his breath, and then wiped his hand down the length of his slacks. "Who's there? Where are you?"
The woman captured his hand in hers. "No need for an ambulance. I would appreciate it if you'd take me home, however."
Tony broke into a sweat, and his hands grew clammier as he turned back to her. "I don't know if you should move. Can you walk?"
Nearby a car's engine revved, and the woman struggled onto her elbows and looked about. "Please help me..."
The automobile's engine roared, but neither the owner of the man's voice nor the vehicle made an appearance and he frowned as he considered his options. As he hoped he wasn't doing the wrong thing, he hoisted her into his arms.
A smile curved the woman's lips. "You're right. He is strong."
Catching the fact that she did not address her remark to him, Tony grimaced. "Who are you talking to?"
Another blur dashed out of the shadows, and a white guy dressed in a black T-shirt and boot-cut jeans blocked his way. Half hidden by his straggly brown hair, a knowing grin split the man's face. "Me."
The woman curled her arms about Tony's neck and crooned, "He'll do quite nicely."
The man nodded slightly. "I'm not so sure he'd make a good addition."
Addition? Tony ached to flee, but froze. The woman's gaze hypnotized him, and every muscle petrified. His feet remained cemented to the pavement. His legs didn't listen to his command to run.
She shot a venomous glare at the other man. "You wouldn't like anyone I choose if it's not you."
Then the woman parted her lips and pearly white fangs burst from her gums. Before Tony could react, she ripped away his shirt and buried her face against his chest.
Unable to break free, to loose the scream choking his throat, he watched in horror as if floating above the scene. Her fangs sank into his breast, and an exquisite ache filled him as he slumped to his knees, still clutching her to his heart.
Having trouble dealing with the reality of what was happening, Tony reeled. What an intense dream. He couldn't wake. A titillating sensation tingled in his loins and then the moon spun out of control.
All around, familiar sounds testified to the reality of what was happening: The crash of waves against the nearby shore. The occasional whoosh of a car's engine. The caw of seagulls. Far way police sirens.
As if he were putty, the woman pulled him into his car, shoved him down on the back seat and sank her teeth deeper.
Vaguely he was aware that the vampire had stripped him of his slacks, and that she ran a long, spiky fingernail along the length of his penis, that the sound of her breath thundered in his ear.
"Impressive. You'll do quite nicely," the woman purred in a silky, if muffled voice even as she suckled his nipple and feasted on him. Not missing a beat, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked.