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Thursday, August 16, 2012

Book in the Spotlight & Giveaway: Blood of Anteros

Blood of Anteros (The Vampire Agápe Series Book #1)
Author: Georgia Cates
Buy the Book: Amazon

Book Description
I was tantalized by the mystery of her. The leech inside me came out to find prey, but found none in this enigmatic girl. The close proximity of her essence didn’t entice the monster within, so what did that make her? I had more questions than answers, but one thing was unmistakable; although she released me from her embrace, her hold on me remained.
Cruel circumstances turned Curry Brennan into the wretched monster he hates and refuses to accept, but when an expected turn of events releases him from the bond of his obsessive maker, he returns to the home he knew 161 years earlier and finds the return of happiness and joy in something he didn’t know existed. Puzzled by his growing attraction to Chansey Leclaire, a human, he is unable to resist the captivating relationship that threatens to reveal his existence as a vampire. He eventually discovers the reason he was destined to find what he didn’t know he searched for and is faced with the cruel realization that the living and the immortal undead will always be separated by one thing. Eternity.

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     The smile upon her face brought joy to my heart and I wanted to take her in my arms and never let her go. I yearned for her kiss and wanted her to long for the closeness that would lead to it. Her eyes penetrated mine, granting me permission to do what it was I desired most.
     I stepped closer, placing my palms on each side of her face as my gaze deepened, showing her my intentions. She lifted her chin, in acceptance of the kiss I offered, and closed her eyes, waiting for the brush of my lips against hers. As I slowly leaned forward, to place a kiss on her lips, a car of teenagers flew past us on the street, laying on the horn while screaming, “Woohoo!” With each of us startled by the abrupt display of immaturity, our moment was lost, without a kiss.
     Neither of us spoke and she took my hand, leading me toward the house after her eyes reassured me that our kiss was not lost, only postponed.
     I unlocked the door and opened it, allowing her to enter from the rain first. She walked through the doorway and turned to me as I entered and shut the door behind us. She stepped closer, catching one of my hands in hers, and intertwined our fingers before raising them to rest over her heart. “Can you feel how fast my heart is beating?” 
     I didn’t have to feel it because I could have heard the pounding from a mile away. “Kiss me,” she whispered.I didn’t need further encouragement as I reached for her face, cupping each side of her face with my palms. My thumbs caressed her pouty bottom lip before I brushed my lips against hers. She placed her palm on the back of my neck and pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. My mouth left her lips and followed her jawline to her neck, then I moved lower and hesitated over the pulsation of her carotid. The rapid palpation in her neck beat against my lips and I lingered there, testing the beast within me. 
     The essence of her blood remained unchanged, leaving me void of a desire to bite her or drink from her. This pleased me greatly and I returned to her lips as a familiar fragrance invaded my senses. It was the same scent I noticed when I was intimately close to her in the kitchen, and although different from blood essence, is was no less powerful. The scent encouraged me to lose control and do what felt good, which at this moment, was kiss her harder and pull her closer.
     I backed toward the couch, leading Chansey to follow and I dropped to the couch, bringing her to sit across my lap. Our kiss deepened and she was no longer content with sitting across my lap, so she raised up onto her knees and slung one of her legs across me, straddling me. She placed a hand on each side of my face and looked into my eyes while she caught her breath. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know; she wanted me, as badly as I wanted her. She closed her eyes and leaned forward to kiss me again and my palms started at her knees and moved upward. Her skin was so soft and warm, almost hot in comparison to my cool touch. I slowly worked my hands under the denim skirt gathered at the top of her thighs until I reached her hips and pulled her against me, separated only by thin material between us.
     I was driven by a force I couldn’t identify and I was consumed with the urge to be closer to her. I wanted all of her hot skin against mine, but touching her was not enough. I wanted to become one with her and I was shocked, yet delighted by what my body urged me to do.
     She stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes and I touched my finger to her mouth, gently tugging on her lower lip. She caught my finger in my mouth and rolled her tongue around it, before holding it hostage between her teeth. Her mouth released my finger and she pulled my shirt over my head. Her touch was driving me to do what my body commanded and the monster inside of me understood the need to satisfy my urge; I wanted her and he encouraged me to have her.
     She placed her palms against me, exploring my chest and abdomen with her hands. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Her words ignited a battle between my conscience and my desire for her. I wasn’t a man, as she believed me to be and it was wrong to allow her to believe otherwise, so I knew I had to stop. I gently pulled away, breaking our kiss. She looked at me, trying to find the reason for my retreat and asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
     My peripheral vision caught the image standing inside the doorway and my heart dropped to my stomach as I looked over to see Solomon, wearing a mask of shock and horror. When Chansey saw my eyes looking toward the door, she turned to see what drew my attention from her and quickly left my lap to stand and straighten her clothing.
     Solomon showed no sign of anger in front of Chansey, but I felt it strongly. “Well, Curry, I can see you’re getting settled in just fine.”
     There were no words to describe the feeling I had at that moment as I predicted the conclusion he would draw from what he witnessed. I left the couch and found my shirt, pulling it over my head as I said, “Chansey, this is my oldest friend, Solomon Alexander. Solomon, this is Chansey Leclaire.” Solomon smiled at Chansey and without doubt, believed he just saved this young woman from her impending doom.
For the BLOOD OF ANTEROS Tour, the author would like to giveaway a print copy of BLOOD OF ANTEROS and BLOOD JEWEL. The giveaway is for US only.

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