mercoledì 14 febbraio 2018

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Romanov by Samaire Provost

In an abandoned warehouse in Manhattan, two enemies battle to the death, while outside, a malevolent entity watches and waits and plots, eager for blood. On an island in the heart of Seattle, an immortal princess struggles to lead a normal life just as a flood of terrifying creatures starts to pour in through a portal that should not be there. A young man meets a classmate while walking home from the college library, and embarks on the most dangerous adventure he’s ever known – will he survive?

A deranged madman hunts the girl he’s lusted after for a century, in a relentless pursuit for vengeance. A prehistoric, mythical beast jealously guards a primeval land, which is leaking into present-day Seattle. A sweet, forbidden passion blossoms between two lovers who steal moments whenever they can, while unbeknownst to them, they’re hunted by a deadly creature.

A royal family threatened at its weakest – yet lethal in its own right – is stalked by an ancient evil that will not rest until they are utterly destroyed: a nightmare incarnate that has waited millions of years for revenge threatens the very existence of the young lovers and their family.

Will they prevail? 

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Eric bent and laid Anna on the bed, following her down. Kissing her lips, his mouth began to wander around her face, kissing softly, smelling her, licking her cheek. Anna moaned and lifted her own tongue to his scratchy cheek, nibbling at his ear. Their hands roamed across each other, and they were soon divested of their clothing.

Eric lowered his mouth to Anna and began nuzzling her with his lips. She felt a surge of excitement as he kissed her and nibbled at her skin, moving his hands to caress her.

She threw her head back at the sensations she was experiencing, moaning in pleasure. Eric brought his hands to her face, cupping it while he kissed her deeply. Anna gasped, feeling tingles and delight as she writhed in ecstasy. After a few minutes, the sensations in her body threw her into such a feral state that her legs, now divested of clothing, spread wide of their own accord, as if inviting his touch there as well. Eric needed no further encouragement.

He lowered his mouth to the young woman before him. Eric’s hands and mouth told Anna all she wanted to know, and she gasped as he kissed her again and again all over her body. She lost herself in the sensations, and with this losing, all her control was gone as well.

The vampire aura, that part of Anna’s soul she kept so tamped down much of the time, that powerful part of her that could subdue an enemy in a matter of seconds, that could force the mind to obey her every command, that could wipe memories clear at a whim, was no longer suppressed. As Anna the woman’s heart was lost to this man, as her body was lost to the sensations he was creating in her, Anna the vampire’s control fled, entirely.

Anna felt a warm rush as her power was completely released and instinct as primal as the seas dashing against the new earth’s shore took over. Eric’s eyes flew wide open. Anna secretly reveled as her vampiric power extended over Eric and allowed them to each feel what the other felt.

She sensed everything Eric was experiencing; it flooded her brain. She felt him as he entered her, she felt his thrill and eagerness, she felt his ecstasy. This was her favorite part of making love as a vampire. She could not hold back and a happy chuckle escaped her lips.

She looked down at Eric and saw that he was completely lost in what they were feeling; his eyes were rolled back, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

Gasping, Eric moved faster, eagerly caressing and loving Anna with his entire body. His tongue moved as his hands found her tender flesh, and now it was Anna who groaned, as Eric completed what she needed so much, and a huge thrill of passion shuddered through her body. Eric kept touching, licking, kissing, caressing; moving his tongue’s path to continue the rise of ecstasy after each of her shudders. Anna felt the rolling pleasure, over and over, each rise and peak followed by an ever-so-slight dip lasting only a few seconds, before rising again in a sweet rush of feeling: rising, rising, then peaking, she felt each swell of pleasure.

Samaire Provost lives in California with her husband and son. Her love of paranormal stories, odd plots, and unique tales as well as the works of Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Susan Cooper, Madeleine L’Engle and Stephen King has deeply influenced her writing.

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