Finally, finally, FINALLY Longfellow Seduced is coming out at Ellora’s Cave on May 9th! Sierra and I are so geeked!
Here’s the blurb:
Magnus Crowe—previously enslaved by his sire, the Vampire Contessa Allessandra—does not trust beautiful women. So when he discovers someone is embezzling from his club, he resents being forced to call in a woman to fix it.
Prudence Longfellow, a forensic accountant, comes from an ancient line of powerful Longfellow women. She agrees to track the club’s missing money with one condition—Magnus must stay out of her way. That’s a promise easier made than kept. Magnus can’t deny his strong attraction to this enthralling woman and Prudence, despite her best efforts, gives in to Magnus’ seduction. Repeatedly. They can’t keep their hands to themselves whenever they’re together and soon they have to face up to the possibility that they might be intoxicated by something more than intense desire for each other.
But Allessandra is back, and she wants to claim the man she created—only he doesn’t belong to her anymore. Prudence has staked her claim, and she’s not giving him up without a fight.
Here’s the awesome cover (again):
And here’s the excerpt:
An Excerpt From: LONGFELLOW SEDUCED
Copyright © SIERRA & VJ SUMMERS, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Prudence Longfellow stood against the wall and watched as the band strutted offstage. Damn if every one of them wasn’t fricking beautiful. Women—human and vamp, demon and were—flocked around them, touching, stroking and petting. As galling as it was, Pru couldn’t help but want to join them.
While every member of the band tweaked her hot-o-meter, the undisputed king was Magnus Crowe. He glided through the crowd like a giant cat, pausing to stroke a cheek here, to taste a pulse point there. Pru studiously ignored how many women he kissed as he made his way in her direction. Just like she tried to ignore the burning in her gut with each kiss and caress.
When he paused in the middle of the room, tongue shoved down the throat of some tall blonde vamp who’d wrapped both arms and one leg securely around him, Pru decided she’d waited long enough. The bloody undead bastard knew she was waiting on him; he’d agreed to meet with her and had no business putting her off to get his jollies. Okay, maybe the undead thing was a bit harsh, but the way she was feeling now, he’d be a dead-dead bastard before long.
With a ladylike little growl, she began to shoulder her way through the crowd. She must have looked even more dangerous than she felt, because the surrounding females quickly turned their fawning to the other members of the band, leaving a clear path to Magnus.
Magnus was stoked, the adrenaline coursing through his body as it always did after a show. It felt as though his very skin was electrified, drinking the lust and fever of the audience almost as greedily as he drank in their blood.
The blonde wrapped around him seemed to sense his hunger, drawing back from his kiss to offer her throat wantonly. It was tempting. Seriously tempting. Just as he lowered his head to take her up on her offer, something sharp jabbed him in the side, digging through his damp tank.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
He ignored it. All he had room for in his head was the euphoria and the bloodlust.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
This was so killing his buzz.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
“Dammit!” he roared. “What is so damned bloody important that it canna wait five minutes?” Magnus swung around violently, ready to shred whoever was foolish enough to get between him and getting off.
The blonde, who was plastered against him like shrink-wrap, snapped something at their intruder, but Magnus tuned her out. Facing him, or rather facing his chest, was that odd little Longfellow woman. He’d forgotten all about her.
“I am so sorry to interrupt,” she said with acid sweetness. Damn if it didn’t sting. “But I believe we have an appointment?” Her emphasis on the word was obvious, as was her pique. Her big hazel eyes were narrow; her lush little mouth was a tight line; her stubborn chin was tipped pugnaciously up.
“Oh, bloody hell.” Magnus began the tedious process of peeling the blonde off him. “You know,” he told Pru, “I’d be much more use to you if you’d let me finish here.”
Oh, she didn’t like that. Two angry spots of color flushed her creamy cheeks.
“Again, I apologize.” Damn. She was pretty when she was pissed. The flush mantling her cheeks, the sparkle in her gaze, the way those full, luscious tits heaved with her harsh breaths. He felt his hunger zero in on her.
“I’m not a vampire; I’m a CPA,” she continued in that maddeningly sexy, prim tone. “I generally keep daytime hours. As it’s”—she glanced at the thin silver watch on her wrist—“two forty-five in the morning, and my alarm goes off in less than three hours, I was hoping I could impose upon you to take care of business before playtime.” She gave the glowering blonde a dismissive look.
“All right, then.” He gave a put-upon sigh that didn’t fool any of them and turned to the blonde, who was plastered along his back, stroking his torso. “I’ll have to take a rain check, luv.” He pressed a not-so-brief kiss to her pouting lips. “Duty calls and all that.
“After you, princess.” He waved Pru ahead of him with a slight bow that would have seemed gallant a few hundred years ago. If he hadn’t been sneering at the time.
“My name is Prudence,” she snapped. “Not ‘princess.’” She glared over her shoulder at him. “I do not like nicknames.”
“Then I’d best not call you ‘Prude,’ I suppose.”