Friday, December 14, 2012

Rising Currents’ Book One: Louisiana Moon by Lani Rhea

To continue this week with Lani Rhea's books, we have a special treat! An excerpt from Louisiana Moon.

Rising Currents’: Louisiana Moon as of today does not have a set release day. But will be in winter of 2013. Keep an eye out for this book. For you wouldn’t want to miss it!  



Wanted: Royal blood. Bounty: An action packed, sexy, suspenseful tale.

After losing her parents to vampires, werewolf Kristina Knight spends her life protecting humans from the bloodsuckers. Saving Darin James from the Truce Brotherhood adds fuel to the vampire coven's wrath. When Ryant Starga, her former lover, appears under the pretext of protecting her, Kris isn't ready to trust him a
gain--especially not after he made his choice clear years ago.

As leader of the vampires, Ryant is driven to protect Kris not only because of their past connection but because, now, the Soulscapes are out for her blood. If they succeed, the soul demons will rule the Darkworld--and no one will ever be safe. Ryant has a plan to convince Kris she needs his protection, but it all goes badly awry when, in spite of the years separating them, he's unable to keep his hands and mind off her--or the human Darin James out of the picture.

With Darin overstepping boundaries, will Kris and Ryant rekindle their love only to lose it again?

Warning: Vampires, werewolves and humans--oh my!

“I will not leave until you give me what I desire.”
He rubbed his right thumb over his fingertips. The shiny rings clicked together, echoing through the room. He wouldn’t scare a ‘Yes’ out of her with the threat of his fist.
“I can’t help you. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”
His jaw ticked as he swallowed. “Why not?” Focusing on her well-endowed chest, he licked his bottom lip. What did he hide?
Anger boiled inside. A warm flush suffused her face. She cleared her throat in disgust. It goes to show, alive or dead, men never change.
He cleared his throat, straightened in his seat, and smiled. Aw, he’d evolved a bit more than most men. Other men would’ve kept staring.
“Tell me why you cannot, Kristina?”
The air between them pressurized, collapsing her lungs with a gnawing burn. She swallowed hard to prevent gagging from the sweet aroma behind the pressure.
“I don’t want to be placed in the middle of whatever is going on between Vampires and the Soulscapes.”
Did this vamp lose his mind? He should know this stuff. Soulscapes needed cement or rock to come alive. Spells protecting the steel rooms trapped them underground and would never collapse. And those boxes were scattered around various parts of the United States. She didn’t know every single location, only a few in the northern states. Did she care to find the rest? No.
He tilted his head to the right and smiled, flashing fangs. “For your benefit, I suggest you get involved.”
Kris lowered her chin, looking into his blue starburst eyes, watching for the slightest movement. She shifted, curling her fingers around her business jacket pleats. “How many more visits will it take for you to understand the word no?”
His smile disappeared. “We never take no for an answer. Like the servants before me, I’ll ask again, in a nice way. If you refuse, I’ll make you say yes.” He paused. “Will you be kind and help me track down an escapee who holds information that could possibly start a war within the Darkworld?”
Her heart pounded on the threat and skipped a beat on the word war. What was he talking about?
His eyes flicked to ogle her breasts again. “You’re hot.”
Her blood pressure rose, and her cheeks flushed. Which pissed her off. “I suggest you focus on my face if you wish to continue this conversation.”
His face hardened at her returned threat. Kris read the surprise in his eyes and pinned him with a glare. The undead asshole squirmed a bit.
Ah, she’d hit a nerve. Good. She’d push his buttons to make him leave.
He scooted to the chair edge. “I meant your skin puts off more heat, energy, than anyone I’ve ever known.” Launders sniffed the air as his gaze roamed her body.
The vampire better keep his distance. Her teeth clenched, and she lifted her chin. “You’re an arrogant ass.”
In a flash, he loomed over her, hands braced on the mahogany wood between them. “You’d better watch your mouth when you speak to me or I’ll rip your--”
A low, eerie snarl escaped her throat.
Launders backed off in an instant. He stared at her torso then his eyes narrowed. “You’re a werewolf.” Not a question. “How did I not know? How old are you?”
A new bloodsucker...not the master like she suspected, hmm.
Her lips formed a sly smile. Only the ancient ones sensed her energy signature. “A lady never reveals her true age. You should be up to date on that. Let’s say I’ve been around long enough to see guys like you come and go.”
His upper lip curled on a hiss.
Kris stood. “Get out. Now.”

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