The Hot Halloween Hero Hop Beckons

Hot Halloween Heroes Giveaway HopIt’s time for the Hot Halloween Heroes Giveaway Hop hosted by Felicity Heaton and Indie Romance Books. The hop runs from October 29th to November 3rd 2013, and my giveaway is international. I'm excited to be a part of this amazing hop with over one hundred blog stops.

This giveaway hop celebrates the paranormal heroes, whether they’re incubi, vampires and werewolves, angels and demons, gods and goddesses or any number of sexy shifters and other hot paranormal creatures… so no matter your taste, I’m sure you’ll find something hot, dark and deadly to cuddle up with this Halloween.

Here, on Romance Beckons, I'm highlighting the Seven Sin Sisters and their Valendite Breed mates. One reviewer calls the series... "..a little bit magical, a little bit vampy and a whole lot of alpha male sexy!"

Here's an EXCERPT from the latest book, Frozen Fury, Seven Sin Sisters book five...

He propelled the door open, kneeled onto one leg, and fired directly into the intruder’s shoulder without so much as a flinch. His target was down without even a scream. He breathed a sigh of relief though he hated not being able to take a kill shot. Still, the rush of taking someone down ran its course through his system. There was nothing like the perfect shot. Aim. Shoot. Mark.

Only, something didn’t feel right this time. That breath he took had a fragrance that wasn’t exactly recognizable, and yet it seemed to call to him. It was a siren’s call. As he made his way to the intruder, he noticed it was a female. She was in a lab coat with the MagCircle emblem emblazoned on the left breast. Then that scent rose up again—a scent that caused his groin to stiffen. He stopped, struck in the very spot he stood. Holy fuck!

Gage dropped to his knees by the woman lying in a pool of blood. He’d just shot his mate. Panic swept over him despite knowing he hadn’t rendered a kill shot. There was just so much damned blood.

He pulled out his phone to connect to TEU headquarters and didn’t even give dispatch a chance to speak. “I’ve got an innocent down. I need a medic right away.”

“Nico is en route. He was being sent to pick up the intruder. Is this a second person?”

Gage looked down at the woman and saw her eyes flutter. She was conscious. That was good. He might not normally deal with people after he shot them but this he knew. Her breathing was rapid but steady, her eyes opened and her fingers were still warm. All good signs.

“No. I-I made a mistake. Goddess, I made a fuckin’ mistake. Tell Nico to hurry it.” Gage needed to damp down his panic and help her as best he could until Nico arrived.

Flipping the phone closed, Gage knelt at the side of the woman—his mate—and felt for her pulse. It was light and her breathing was shallow. She’d lost consciousness again and he had no way to communicate with her. His mate was lying on this cold floor with life draining from her and the only thing he knew how to do was kill. He’d never worried about healing someone. He’d stanched the bleeding with a towel tied around her arm, but she’d already lost too much. Gage calculated the time it would take Nico to arrive and knew he couldn’t sit back and wait. Not when he had the exact remedy within his own body. 

He did what he had to do, just as he always did. Nodding to himself, Gage rolled up his sleeve, bit into his wrist to strike a vein, and brought it to her mouth. Once a few drops of blood seeped between her lips, she responded instinctively by opening her lips and fastening onto him. Still, her eyes remained closed and there was no other movement. Despite the agony splitting his insides at what he’d done, Gage reassured himself that she would heal. It wasn’t a kill shot and there shouldn’t be this much blood, but it didn’t matter. Gage knew this above all else. A mate’s blood heals.

Once convinced he’d given her as much blood as she could take, Gage sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Uncaring about the blood coating her and now seeping into his own clothes, he cradled her in his arms and prayed to the Goddess that he hadn’t done the unthinkable. Her heart rate picked up and steadied after providing her the much-needed blood. Now holding her against him, he sat and simply took her in.

She was stunning. Long, thick waves of brown hair draped over her shoulders. Gage touched a curly spring with on hand and marveled at such softness. He was a warrior, a fighter, a trained sharpshooter, and there was not a singular soft thing about him. She seemed to be everything he wasn’t—soft, delicate, petite, and beautiful. How he wished he could see her eyes again or be graced with a smile. She simply lay in his arms making not a single sound.

The seven Sinster sisters are entwined in a legacy originating back from the time of the Italian Wars in the 1500s. One by one, they’ll find their mates from the immortal Valendite Breeds and secure their place in history. 

Amelia, a genetic physicist and the eldest Sinster sister, has devoted her adult life to determining the genetic anomaly of the Magdalena Circle women. The discovery means the women will no longer serve as the singular means for the Valendite Breed’s survival. A nonbeliever in love, especially the kind she’s fated for, Amelia knows   this is her chance to live as a free woman…

Until Gage, a weapons specialist and the youngest Santucci brother, enters her life abruptly when he accidently shoots her. To save her, Gage gives her his blood only to discover they’re mates and the exchange has now bonded them. The fury, emboldened by Amelia’s soul sin of anger, drives them apart. Will the love Amelia doesn’t believe in be enough to bring them back together?



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