Monday, February 20, 2012

New Teaser for my WIP

Hello Lovelies and Lads,

I thought I would give you a scrumptious sample of my latest WIP, tentatively titled Blood of the Nile. It's a steamy erotic vampire novel set in picturesque Egyptian desert.  I've also attached a sexy, new photo from my recent photo shoot for your viewing pleasure. If either of these make you drool, feel free to leave me a comment and I may reward you with more juicy tidbits. :P







Excerpt - Blood of the Nile



     The shirtless stranger raised his palms in a defensive stance. “I know. I’m sorry. But I promise, I’m not a serial killer. My name is Ramses. Ramses Shakir. I’m a friend of your father’s.”

     Maliyah placed her hands on her hips, then squinted her eyes and cocked her head to the side. “Shakir? As in Shakir Shipping?”

     “Yes, we met once before. But you were but a child. You may not remember.”

     “I remember. Vaguely,” she said nonchalantly. Boy did she remember. Even back then, Mr. Shakir as she called him, was an Egyptian god. With broad, muscular shoulders and dark, brooding good looks, how could she forget? Surprisingly, he’d only gotten better with age. Like Anubis, his sharp features and mysterious midnight-colored hair and eyes stood out, stopping women in their tracks. An arousing anomaly. Any girl with the gift of sight instantly recognized his virile masculinity and dreamt of claiming him as her mate. “Why are you following me?”

     Ramses scrubbed his hand over his unshaven face; his eyes pierced her with a somber glare. “What the hell are you doing out here alone? Don’t you watch the news? Surely, you must have heard about the female reporter that was brutally raped and terrorized by a group of overzealous Egyptian youths?”

     Maliyah turned away from him, peering out into the calm waters of the Nile. She drew upon its peaceful serenity to try and settle her nerves. She was annoyed at Ramses for stalking her. In fact, she didn’t even know if she could trust him after what Husani had told her. After all, he was one of her father’s business associates. But Ramses was right about one thing. The dark, seedy streets of Cairo were no place for a woman. Especially a foreigner in Maliyah’s unstable state of mind.


     Still, the urge to goad Ramses into a fight overruled common sense. She licked her lips and smiled up at him through her half-mast gaze. “How do I know you aren’t one of those overzealous youths? What do you want with me, Mr. Shakir?”

     Ramses pounced on her like a feral desert jackal, his rough hands jerking her shoulders back against the cool stone rock she’d been perched on only minutes before. He leaned in, his heated breath rolled across her neck and down the slender column of her throat until goose bumps formed. She could have sworn she felt his sharp, serrated tooth graze against her prickly skin.

“I’m here to keep you safe. Don’t ask me what I want from you, Maliyah. You may not like my answer.” Ramses’s fingers dug into her upper arms, while his hulking frame pressed into Maliyah’s demure feminine curves. She felt his erection thrust against her pelvic bone, thick and just as hard as the stone that rested against her spine. Her nipples beaded, poking through the thin material of her tank top to rub against Ramses’s bare pectoral muscles. He must have sensed her heightened arousal because a moment later, he reached down, caressing her clitoris through the fabric of her yoga pants. Maliyah moaned, as a trickle of liquid dampened her clothing and doused his fingers with her juices.

Before Ramses could distract her any further, Maliyah pulled his hand away and stared into his swirling, obsidian orbs. Suddenly, she felt dizzy. Light-headed as if she could no longer stand on her own two feet. She propped herself on the rock and stared back at Ramses. Provocative and defiant. “Sounds like an interesting proposition. But there are more important things I’d like to discuss with you first.”

“Like what?”

“Like what happened to my father?” Maliyah said as she skidded away from the edge of the rock and paced across the sand. She wrung her hands together nervously, dreading his response.

Ramses eyes shot open, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. “So you too, have doubts about his presumed cause of death?”

     “I do. At first, I had no choice but to believe the initial explanation. But the more I think about it, the more preposterous it seems. A heart attack? Really?” It was true. Once her cousins, Salma and Husani, brought up the possibility of foul play, Maliyah just couldn’t imagine her health-conscious father suffering a sudden heart ailment. It didn’t make any sense. No wonder she couldn’t get any rest. It was near dawn, and she hadn’t slept a wink.

“The sun’s almost up. Come on, let’s get you home. I’ll hail a cab and we can talk shop on the way.”

Once Ramses flagged down a taxi driver, they hopped in and drove off. As the car rolled down the deserted streets, an awkward silence fell over them. The thick, unspoken attraction between the two of them was undeniable. Maliyah cleared her throat, but before she could speak, Ramses broke the monotony.

“That song you were singing on the rock. It was hauntingly beautiful. What was it?”

“Just a children’s lullaby,” Maliyah said, shrugging her shoulders. “Something my father used to sing to me.”

Ramses shot her a wicked grin. “You know, he loved you very much. You’re all he could ever talk about,” he said, rolling his eyes. Mimicking Anwar’s deep baritone voice, he provoked her even more. “Maliyah graduated from Yale. She’s got this great new job in Italy. She’s a fantastic cook. Blah. Blah. Blah.”

So he’s got a sense of humor, huh? Maliyah always enjoyed a man with the ability to make her laugh. “Funny, he never mentioned you,” she replied, ribbing him with the same sardonic banter.

“I’m not surprised. I’ve got a bit of a reputation with the ladies and knowing Anwar, he’d want to keep his daughter far away from the likes of me.”

3 comments:

  1. Please you can't leave us hanging! We want more. Thank you.
    Lynn

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  2. Damn. I like this WIP; I read your e-novel Irresistible Nemesis. It was good! I have a feeling this is just as good.

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  3. ...very nice, like the lingering attraction, feral yet romantic...waiting for more

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