Author: Jeanie Grey
Series: Lilly Frank (Novella)
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 1 2013
The second book in The Lilly Frank series joins Torren and
Lilly in northern Italy, where Torren tries to help Lilly adjust to her
sensitive new vampire body and win her love before she discovers the real
reason behind his interest in her.
A newly made vampire requires a certain amount of time to
get used to her new body and heightened senses. But Torren's worried that if
Lilly doesn't hurry up, she'll be dead before she ever gets the chance to
adjust to life as a vampire.
Word among vampires is that someone's hunting their kind,
and it's not a quick death if you're caught. This killer likes to torture the
victims first, and all signs indicate that he or she is circling ever-closer to
Torren and Lilly.
Torren needs Lilly to stop fighting him and start trusting
him. Maybe he shouldn't have deceived her...
Jeanie Grey is a feminist reader and writer of romance and
erotica who lives in Portland, Oregon. Her short stories have been published on
deadlyeverafter.com and thedarkerhalf.com. To date, over 1200 copies of
her first novella, Awakening (2012), have been downloaded. Awakening 2, the
second book in the Lilly Frank series, joins Lilly and Torren in northern
Italy, where Torren attempts to win Lilly's love before she finds out the truth
about his interest in her. The final installment in the Lilly Frank series, Awakening 3, is slated to be released in
2014.
As he took her hand in his, that electric current ran up his
arm to his elbow. He took hold of her index and middle fingers together and
raised them to his neck. Put them on the very spot that she should bite. Her
fingertips were cool against his skin. Cool and smooth. He moved them back and
forth a little over the skin of his neck, and just that small, light caress was
enough to cause his blood to pump a little harder, his breath to come a little
quicker.
She must have felt it too. Or smelled his arousal. Her pupils
dilated and she inhaled sharply.
Focus, he reminded himself.
“Your teeth must go in here,” he said. Then he let go of her
hand.
She kept her fingers pressed against his neck. Then, slowly,
uncertainly, she brought her head closer to his. Angled her mouth to intercept
her fingers. He felt the small pressure of cool fingertips, and her warm breath
beyond. Then her fingers slid off his neck and were replaced by her tongue. Ah
yes, of course. Her tongue. She could feel his pulse just as well with that as
with her fingers.
She licked his neck, her tongue moist and soft against his
skin. He struggled to remain still. What he really wanted to do was…. Well.
Best not to even think about it.
She licked his neck again, and then shifted and he felt the
tips of her teeth just barely grazing his skin.
“That’s right,” he reassured her. “Right there. Use only
your top teeth. Just bring them down, almost like you’re nodding.”
She did. And the bite was clean. He felt the blood begin to
well up. She tried to extract her teeth in the same way and they tore a little,
but he gave no sign of discomfort and it was over quickly. The rest was, he
knew from experience, instinctive. Her tongue against the twin wounds. Lapping.
Caressing.
“Good,” he tried to say, but it came out somewhere between
an exhale and a moan.
She sucked gently, and he really did moan then. The
sensation was like millions of little bubbles in his bloodstream, all over his
body, flowing toward his neck where she called his blood out to her. Like being
filled with champagne, almost.
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