A recluse vampire hotelier meets his match with a sexy reporter.
Reporter Ashlyn Douglas always gets what she wants. Her target—an interview with the elusive Rayven brother Cyrus, and to get the goods on the notoriously erotic-themed hotel that only a chosen few are able to visit. Ashlyn won’t admit to anyone the instant connection she feels towards Cyrus during her research on him and his twin brother, Coye. She has no intention of starting an affair. She plans to stick to the business at hand and get the truth behind the history of Rayven clan. But is Ashlyn ready for what Cyrus requests of her in return?
Cyrus Rayven isn’t a man of many words. His need for communication with the outside world left him the moment his mate, Jordana, died years ago. Though he has his choice of lovers, no woman has moved him since. That is until Ashley’s shapely curves and wicked tongue make everything within his cold vampire heart run scalding hot. He’ll grant the exclusive interview she seeks, but not before she spends five nights in his bed. Will Cyrus accept the newfound love between them?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released by another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 15th August 2014
The cries of passion vibrating through the lantern-lit hallways of The Scarlet Manor weren’t new to Master Cyrus Rayven. A mere human wouldn’t be able to hear the hoarse cries of pleasure through the soundproof rooms, but a Deiwalker—a vampire who withstood sunlight—could.
His was a heritage that held little satisfaction for him. Cyrus was well aware of the kinky fetishes and fantasies executed behind the heavy oak doors of the old mansion, which housed twenty-five suites. Many a liaison had occurred between those of the human populace and vampires of a primitive, more lustful, clan.
A cynical feeling consumed him. The passion between a human and a member of the undead was as ancient as the seductive beat of lovemaking, but the latter did not make Cyrus happy. Being a Deiwalker, outliving anyone he’d loved, only served as a constant reminder of everything he’d lost and why he chose to remain a recluse, vastly different from the uninhibited existence his twin boasted about.
The Manor made no distinction when it came to how a client chose to execute their fantasies. They offered their services to an exclusive few, and the amenities afforded to those lucky enough to be chosen would keep the brothers in business for a long time to come. All clients were required to sign a waiver that forbade them to talk about their encounters with members of the media, and, as an extra precaution, patrons were driven to the facility blindfolded. So far, they had managed to avoid any major lawsuits or television coverage, not that the press and several magazines hadn’t tried every game in the book to gain access to the infamous Rayven brothers. If his brother, Coye, would be more discreet about his own affairs, their chances of keeping their secrets hidden would be even greater.
Cyrus scowled as he thought of his brother. Coye was never denied an opportunity to indulge. Sleeping with the mayor’s daughter had almost cost them their business a year ago. His sibling’s lack of restraint was merely one difference between them. Coye believed in utilizing his heritage as a Deiwalker to the hilt, while Cyrus saw it as a handicap.
Listening to others’ screams of pleasure left Cyrus hollow. He continued to walk down the hallway, his jaw clenched and his fists tight. He’d said goodbye to his own days of lust when his mate, Jordana, had been murdered at the hands of her jilted ex-love almost three years ago. Their union had been filled with wonder, an untamed love. When she’d died, a part of Cyrus had died with her.
He wasn’t blind to the fact that many a human and vampire had tried to finagle him into their bed over the years. Coye thought him insane. His twin loved everything about pursuing the sexual nature of life and everything pleasurable.
Just as Cyrus neared the end of the hallway, a door opened. Without looking, he felt his twin’s call. The hammering pulse of desire and the intimate heat of a female—in this case two—permeated his senses. He sighed.
He paused before turning to the sight of pure decadent debauchery. The Sultan’s Room was elaborately furnished in vibrant purples, cranberries, creams, reds and blues. Pillows of every size lined the octagon-shaped room. Erotic oils and gels had been placed in decorative vases, and feathers were displayed around the walls. The lanterns were dimmed low. A warm glow silhouetted the figures in the middle of the floor.
“There’s enough for two, brother.” Coye grinned as he gripped the silky hair of the buxom brunette while she eagerly reached for his dick. He lay against several cushions, his legs spread out and a turban on his head.
The woman wet her lips and sampled his rigid dick with the tip of her tongue. The other mahogany-skinned woman smiled at Cyrus. She bit her fingers, as if waiting for him to join in. Cyrus turned his head. It wasn’t the first time he had abruptly been invited into the middle of his brother’s trysts, but he damn well wanted it to be the last.
“My name is Tara. Do you like what you see?”
SAMARA KING is the author of sexy contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Writing romance has been woven into Samara's world since her days of sneaking to the back of the library in grade school...of course, at some point, there was studying (usually after the end of a chapter.) When not dreaming up her latest hero who may or may not resemble the likes of Morris Chestnut, Channing Tatum or the latest MUST-HAVE-HIM archetype, Samara can be found jamming out to music, sipping on her favorite drink: cinnamon coffee or if the mood calls for it -- because let's get real -- often life requires Moscato while watching This Is Us, shopping for plants she cannot kill, and dancing.
Currently, she writes for multiple publishers, including her own imprint Crave. Previously, Samara cohosted SoundNOff, a poetic format for poets and spoken word artists and hosted InCharacterN10, a former showcase for authors on Blogtalkradio.com/samaraking. Her well-received poetry collection, The Ebony Kryptonite, preceded her poetic EP, Stripped Barefoot, a sultry mix of poetry and spoken word, which went on to reach #20 in Chicago’s Top 40 on Reverbnation in September 2013.
Samara resides in the Midwest, mixing city life with her family...and characters who never sleep.
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If you are looking for a steamy book, look no further! The chemistry between the two is unmistakable. The story aside from the sex holds its own.
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