Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for this week's Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.
Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
My Mid Week Tease is from Her Devoted Vampire. Bridget Shanahan has been taken to a stranger's house after she was mugged and has just woken from a very odd dream starring Fredrick MacGregor, the man she met briefly at her favorite coffee shop.
“Do you remember me,
Bridget? I met you at Snickerdoodles.”
Oh, she remembered, all
right. She remembered the scent of his skin and the warmth of his body beside
her. At least, she thought she did. He’d wrapped his trench coat around her,
hadn’t he?
She closed her eyes and
shook her head to clear the cobwebs of mixed memories.
“I returned your book
and tried to hail a cab for you. Do you remember that?”
No. Wait. Yes, she
remembered the terrible kidnapping scene in the book and how she’d left it on
the table in the coffee shop. Her memories played out in a reel until it ended
with red eyes and searing pain.
Bridget’s eyes flew
open, and she stared at her companion with dawning unease. His expression
filled with concern and compassion, his eyes a deep chocolate brown. No sign of
red anywhere. They weren’t even bloodshot.
“You’re Fredrick
MacGregor.”
“That’s right.” A smile
flitted over his lips.
“And you smell like
spiced apples and vanilla.”
His black eyebrows
disappeared into his hairline, one tendril falling across an eye. It looked
soft and smooth, and she wanted to push it behind his ear for him. His smug
look banished any tender feelings that might have developed.
“You were stabbed in
the side, and I brought you to my home here in Gloucester to take care of you.”
Stabbed? She’d been stabbed? Gasping, she wrenched the
emerald bedclothes away from her body and scanned the skin of her belly. The
bruised pain she felt directed her eyes to her left side, but there was nothing
there, not even discoloration. If she’d been stabbed, where was the scar, the
scab?
Is he just teasing me? What kind of a jerk does that? Then the rest
of his words sank in.
“Gloucester?”
“Yes. It was the safest
place I could think to take you.”
Bridget narrowed her eyes
as she raised her gaze to meet his again, her hands still holding the
bedclothes up.
Safe for whom, you chocolate-eyed kidnapper?
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I loved this book! Thanks for joining the tease, Siobhan!
ReplyDeleteAh, but what happened to the wound? ;) Great teaser. :) Casey
ReplyDeleteThere was also the hospital, that's what normal people think of first.
ReplyDeleteI like the guy though and that's very strange as he kidnapped her.
Great job!