January Bain here with a new release: Book 4 in the Sin City Wolf series.
What's it about you ask?
Amara
St. Clair is just out for a rare night of fun on the Vegas Strip. But when she discovers
her fun-loving side in the Glitter Palace casino, a life-altering altercation
with a deadly ancient vampire leaves Amara lying unconscious in an alley near
the famous casino.
Doctor,
geneticist and genealogy expert Dante Luceres, dedicated to research that will
keep his fellow werewolves safe and healthy, is attending a mandatory yearly
event of the House of Luceres. Coming across Amara, he saves her life, though
vampires and werewolves are forbidden from interfering with each other in the
supernatural world. There are dire consequences for interfering with another
supe’s domain, and he expects that soon both the vampires and the werewolves
will be after them, but he can’t leave the beautiful, vivacious little human to
suffer alone.
Drawn
to each other, the pair must hide from the world. But with everyone against
them, including Dante’s clan and an evil vampire hellbent on having Amara for
his own, how can they find a path to a shared future…and true happiness?
“Wait! We’re
going the wrong way.”
“My Harley’s
out back. Quickest way out of town.”
“I’m wearing a
dress. And I’d prefer an Uber or cab. No offense, but I don’t know you.” She
jerked her arm to pull away, but I hung on.
“You’re in
mortal danger. I’ll figure out the explanation for all this”—I gestured between
us—“later when I have access to records and blood testing.”
“Blood tests?
What are you talking about? And why does it affect you?”
She exaggerated
my hand movements demonstrating the connection between us back in my face. I
did note that her hand also trembled, causing an odd emotion to come over me.
She was trying to be brave, but it was costing her.
“Are you
suggesting that you are not in touch with your obvious physiological
responses?” Anything was possible in this alternative world she’d just had
thrust on her. Perhaps she wasn’t aware she had become aroused. Or refused to
admit it. It didn’t matter, neither of us would be acting on it in this
lifetime.
“You don’t
understand. That beast that attacked you? He’s coming back, and he won’t be
alone. I have to get you away right now.” I added a sense of urgency to my tone
in efforts to persuade her.
She did look
around with a more constrained expression, as if the boogey man was going to
jump her.
“Don’t worry. I
won’t let them take you.”
“Why would they
take me? That makes no sense.” She had the cutest way of wrinkling her nose
that made it wiggle a bit.
“You look like
a movie star.”
“Yeah, right!”
Now she gave a grimace as if I were fucking around with her.
“Yes. Marilyn
Monroe. Only with dark hair. In a blonde wig, you’d be able to pass for
identical twins. Your features, perfectly aligned and symmetrical, are above
average in scope and dimension.”
I pointed at
her face, as if drawing with my fingers in the air. “The distance between your
eyes in one exact eye, the length of your face equals three noses. Space from
the lower eyelid to the upper eyelid is the same as space between the upper
eyelid and eyebrow. Also demonstrated to perfection. And width of the face
across the cheeks is equal to two lengths of the nose. Finally, eyebrows begin
on the same line as the corner of the eye nearest to the nose. There you have
it, a perfect oval face!” I always appreciated sharing such proof positive.
Instead of
thanks for pointing out her perfection, what did I get but a rolling of her
eyes before she burst into gales of laughter?
“Is that the
line you try on women to get them into bed, by any chance?”
