Welcome to the Family of Fangs Valentine’s Party! The contest is a matter of convincing. At the end, I will choose one commenter to receive a signed print book of Vampire King of New York. (In the event, they have this book, I can substitute with a Kindle ebook of one of my other books.) King Max is very talented. Let’s take a peek and see how he’s doing pursuing Evelyn, who is staying with his son David and daughter-in-law Laura. Evelyn is Laura’s sister.
Night tingled her toes. It descended and touched her eyes with a whisper of breath. Evelyn never realized she could feel the onset of night. Max shifted in her arms. Her head was on his chest, her fingers entwined with his golden chest hair.
A warm pressure on her mouth woke her. He was kissing her again. Oh, God, how she loved everything about this man. He nibbled her lower lip and sat up.
“Are you awake, my Evelyn?”
Sometimes he could be aggravating. “I’m not your Evelyn, Max.”
“Are you sure about that?” He leaned over her, his fangs grazing her neck.
“Don’t you dare?”
“I said I wouldn’t.” He kissed her shoulder. His hand slipped onto her breast and she removed it. He chuckled. “If I didn’t have to patrol tonight, I would stay and show you how much I worship every inch of you.”
Evelyn shivered. It had been a long time since she was properly worshipped. “My supplicants usually buy me dinner and expensive gifts first.” She was joking, of course.
He leaned up on his elbows gazing down on her. “Supplicants, huh?” He narrowed his gorgeous blue-gray eyes and then smiled. Evelyn suspected a bit of mischief there. “From this moment onward, I will worship my goddess properly. I beg your forgiveness for having to leave you.” He bit through the strap of her nightgown and nudged it down, revealing her breast.
“What are you doing?”
“Worshipping you.” His tongue rolled her nipple in a caress.
Evelyn clawed the sheets. Then she pushed against him. He released her, and she sat up. “You have to patrol, so it’s no use worshipping me now. Besides you’re going to cost me a fortune in lingerie.”
“I’ll buy you a new nightgown, something in black lace and sheer panels.”
Yikes. She was way past hot and bothered. “Max, go patrol. Just do me one favor.”
“What’s that, my Evelyn?”
“Don’t get killed.”
“I have someone to live for.” He practically flew off the bed, threw on his clothes then paused. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll call you. I don’t know when, but I’ll call.”
Max was gone. He was that quick. For all the months, she had lived with David, you’d think she’d be used to it. As for calling, well, that was such a guy thing to say, she almost laughed.