book 2 in the My Immortal Knight series
On the trail of a serial killer, vampire Quentin Albermarle is mistaken for the killer by a police special task force. Once the smoke clears, Quentin finds himself in a delicious position--atop one of the unit's crack officers, Darcy Henry.
In need of Quentin's access to the vampire sub-culture, the task force leadership invites Quentin to join the crime unit as a special advisor, much to the chagrin of the men in the unit, and especially, of Darcy.
A no-nonsense cop with no time for romance, Darcy suddenly finds herself embroiled in a steamy love triangle between her mortal partner, Joe, and the handsome vampire. Going from abstinence to wantonness, she is unable to resist the two men's relentless seduction or her own sensual curiosity about a vampire's special "kiss".
When the real killer threatens the life of someone close to her, Darcy makes a choice that forever binds the three of them together.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Love Bites: My Immortal Knight II by Delilah Devlin
Quentin woke to the rumble of male voices outside Darcy's bedroom door. The SU team had arrived. He stretched and then turned to his stomach, rolling his face in her flower-sprigged, pink pillowcase. The sweet scent of her shampoo and natural musk filled his nostrils.
Darcy had been quite a surprise. He'd expected tensile strength and endurance to match his. But her lithe, spare body had been unexpectedly feminine. Nor had he expected her passion--his back still bore the marks her fingernails had scored in his skin.
Just this once. She'd said it with her eyes clouding with desire. Quentin hadn't a doubt in the world she'd be back in his bed before morning--unless her partner put a spanner in the works.
He regretted her humiliation. A super-cop caught with the enemy. That wouldn't go down well with a straight arrow like her partner, Joe. And Quentin hadn't missed the hot look the other man had swept over her naked body.
Well, he could look all he wanted. Quentin wasn't going to share this one. Although, he wouldn't mind if Joe watched. He'd rather enjoy rubbing the other man's nose in his jealousy.
Quentin's stomach growled and he recognized the aroma of streaks frying on a grill. He rolled out of bed, intent on halting the group from cooking the essence out of a perfectly bloody steak.
But there was the problem of a lack of clothing. He refused to contemplate donning the rumpled orange uniform he's tossed in the corner of her closet. And there wasn't any sign of his bags. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, knotted it around his waist, and headed for the door.
As soon as he swung the door wide, all eyes turned to him.
"Now that's your color," the large, beefy man named Max said, biting the side of his lip.
Quentin swept the room with a glare and hitched the pink bath towel higher. He spotted his bags next to the door. As he retrieved one, chuckles followed him. Quentin stalked toward the privacy of the bedroom to change when the door to the kitchen swung outward and Darcy strode into the room.
Her gaze raked over him, and her cheeks flushed.
Joe followed her out, and his arm curved around her waist. By the interested stares from the rest of the team, his gesture wasn't a common occurrence. Joe intended to mark her as off limits to Quentin.
Quentin smiled and let go of the towel.
Darcy froze, but her gaze dropped to his cock.
Quentin took his time unzipping his bag. He pulled out a cotton shirt and blue jeans and dressed.
Darcy glanced away and folded her arms over her chest. Her mouth drew into a tight line. If not for the spots of bright color on her cheeks, Quentin would have thought she'd been unmoved by the sight of his naked body.
"We don't hold with vampires flashing their privates in our homes," Max said, his rough-hewn features hardening to stone.
"Since, my privates have been a subject of some scrutiny by this group, I didn't think you'd mind," Quentin replied to Max, but his gaze didn't leave Darcy.
Max cleared his throat. "We're having steak and potatoes before we head out for the night. That artist will be over here shortly to get your description of our perp."
"Yummy," Quentin replied.
"The steak or the artist?" Darcy asked, her chin lifting.
"Neither." His gaze swept over her, telling anyone who looked he'd much rather have her.
Every male back in the room stiffened.
Darcy turned to the door and opened it wide. "Come choose your steak," she said, between gritted teeth.
Quentin moved to follow, but Joe stepped into his path.
"The lady invited me," Quentin said.
Joe's gaze narrowed. "I'm in charge of the fire. I'll be right behind you."
"Going to make sure I fall on a stake?"
Following Darcy's straight back through the kitchen and into the back yard, Quentin knew the two had a bone to chew. His hopes for a rollicking night between the sheets with the lady cop were dwindling.
When the outside door closed behind Joe, Darcy rounded on Quentin. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your sexual innuendoes to yourself."
Quentin stepped close to her. "Why so bothered, Darcy?"
Her glower could have scorched the sun. "I have to work with these guys. If they knew--"
Quentin caught a whiff of an aroma other than steak coming from Darcy's person. He stepped closer and inhaled. "If they knew what? That I fucked you senseless in the shower, and then you crawled in bed with your partner?"
Her eyes widened. "I didn't--"
Quentin raged. She'd turned to another as soon as she'd left him. A human male, at that! "How could you go to him with the scent of me still on your skin? And my cum dripping from you?"
"That's enough," Joe said, shoving Quentin away from Darcy.
"Joe." Darcy's stricken gaze held her partner's for a long moment.
Disgust was written in the sour curl of his lips. "I'll be in the kitchen. Yell if he needs killing." Without a backward glance, Joe left Quentin and Darcy alone in the back yard.
Darcy's eyes narrowed and she pointed her finger at him. "Now, look here. We fucked. That doesn't give you any hold over me. I could screw an entire football team, and it wouldn't be any of your damn business."
Quentin drew in a deep breath to let loose on her, then realized he was angry--over a woman. He's shared dozens, no hundreds, of women in his lifetime. Why not this one? Then he realized what she'd just said. "While I share your bed, there will be no footballers anywhere near you."
"Footballers? Football players, jerk. And I didn't say I was going to share your bed."
Quentin stepped closer and caught her by the waist, pressing his lower body hard against hers. "Aren't you?"
"You arrogant ass--"
"Such language! Mustn't let your temper fly, love."
She wriggled to escape his hold, but he held her fast. "That's it! I'm gonna take you down. You and the batwings you flew in on!"