It’s release time again! This Friday my YA Slayer for Hire comes out from Evernight Teen. It’s a spinoff from my books Belonging and Legacy, featuring the son and daughter of Wallace, Jeremy and Colleen. Basic plot: Rabid fangirl Billie finally meets the lead of her favorite show, only to discover he's a dick. His co-star, however, is one major hottie. The two fall in love while saving the star from real vampires. (BTW: Slayer for Hire is the name of the TV show. It's about two guys who hunt vampires. I should probably be sending Eric Kripke a percentage of my royalties.)
This was yet another case of sequelitis taking over. Once I figured out what happened to the kids, I had to write it down. Sometimes a story or characters just nags and nags at you until you have to commit it to paper. Writers live for those moments.
For those of you who read the first two books, thank you. For those of you who decide to follow this family into the next generation, thank you in advance. Looks like I’ve got a series going. If you want to find out how it finally ends, please see last week’s blog.
A word of warning: the first two books were M/M and M/M/F, respectively. Both contained explicit sex scenes. Slayer is a young adult book. The girl’s 19 years old. There are NO SEX SCENES. Let me repeat that: NO on-screen sex. It’s just two young people, a girl and a boy, discovering each other and finding lasting romance while protecting a TV star from his #1 vampire fan. Happens all the time when you’re that age.
And now, the action-scene excerpt:
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The guy with the cross tattoo shook himself all over like a dog. Then he grinned at me with those big prosthetic teeth. His B.O. hit me with a stench like three-week-old hamburger. “You look tasty,” he said. He started toward me.
All of a sudden my sight of those scary teeth was blocked by a shapeless wool poncho. I never heard Dina run up. She just appeared between me and Tattoo Boy. They started to circle like dogs.
I backed out of reach, but didn’t run. I’d just seen this skinny guy toss Rolly like a basketball. Dina would need help. What I could do with no weapons, I had no idea. Kick, maybe? Worked on the hockey field.
That’s when I noticed Tattoo Boy’s eyes. When he’d grinned at me, they’d been blue. They were red now. I don’t mean bloodshot. I’m talking solid scarlet, with a black pit of pupil in the centers. He hadn’t had a chance to slip contacts in. My gut did a ten-story plummet. Reality had just run off the rails here.
He bared his pointy teeth at Dina and hissed.
She bared her own pointy teeth and hissed right back at him.
Okay. Totally freaked now.
In a move almost too fast to follow, Dina whipped off her poncho and flung it in Tattoo Boy’s fangy face. Under the poncho she had on a scoop-neck top, jeans, and a bandolier full of wooden stakes. She yanked one free. Once Tattoo Boy untangled himself from the poncho and flung it away, she dove in and rammed her stake into his chest.
He looked at the stake. Then he looked at her. His lips started to move. Before any words could form, lips, face and everything else cracked and crumbled and collapsed on the mall’s worn linoleum with a little puff.
I kept waiting for Rog to yell, “Cut.”
Dina calmly plucked another stake from her bandolier. She looked over at me. Her eyes were solid crimson.
“You might want to run now,” she suggested.
She left me before I could speak or scream, or do anything other than pant. I stared around at everything except that pile of ash on the floor, and realized our part of the mall was almost deserted. I glimpsed Matt, recognizable by his height, up at the other end, herding people toward the exits.
What about Dylan? Surely they’d gotten him to safety when this disaster started, right?
I ran, but not for the nearest exit. I headed for the spot where I’d last seen Dylan. Matt seemed to have his own safety under control, but I couldn’t cut out until I knew for sure Dylan was all right. What kind of fangirl would I be if I did?
But first, I detoured for the sporting goods store. I needed a weapon. I grabbed a hardwood baseball bat from the front-of-the store display. Not my first choice, but it was handy. Then I plunged toward the junkyard of abandoned cameras, dollies and cranes where Dylan had last been filming.
I didn’t see anyone around. Maybe they’d all got out. Then two shapes buzzed past me, so fast I only saw blurs, like the vampires on Slayer for Hire, just without the SFX.
Trust me, I did not like how the evidence was mounting up.
The blurs slowed enough to resolve into two of the fang-faced attackers. They grabbed two people struggling to wedge themselves out through an emergency exit. One was Rog. The captain of this flick had stuck with his sinking ship past the last minute. He had Dylan with him, at least until the leather boys yanked them apart. I hefted my bat and pelted toward them.
“Hey, I know you,” one of the Fango Brothers said to Rog. “You were on Leno. You directed RoboSoldier II. Man, that movie sucked.” He swooped in close. He looked like he was biting Rog’s neck.
The other one had hold of a struggling Dylan. “Relax, pretty boy. We’re part of your fan club. Our president wants to meet you. She sent us to pick you up, seeing as how you won’t answer her letters.”
“I don’t see her letters or emails or anything. We’ve got people who do that.” Dylan abruptly stopped struggling. He’d finally noticed the guy sucking on Rog’s neck. “What the hell?”
His captor shrugged one shoulder. “He skipped breakfast.”
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Slayer will be available this Friday at www.evernightteen.com. It should also become available in both ebook and print from Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Bookstrand in the coming weeks. Belonging and Legacy are available from Siren Publishing at www.bookstrand.com/pat-cunningham
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COMING SOON... X-Preview of Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~
Blurblet ~
COMING SOON ~ A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses. Two shapeshifter cowboys who have decided she is their one woman. That's only the beginning...
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Chapter Seventeen:
Sherilyn almost believed she dreamed.
Sherilyn almost believed she dreamed.
Sherilyn almost believed she dreamed. Dontoya thrust inside her pussy, his cock so powerful, she shivered inside. Never had she felt so much like a woman.
He forced her pussy walls to stretch, to take his thick cock as he tenderly plunged deeper. Sherilyn had never enjoyed sex more.
She keened moans of pure pleasure as Dontoya possessed her with a dominance natural to him--obvious in every move he made, obvious in the languid prowess of his body against hers.
Never had she wanted to give herself more to a man.
Dontoya not only took her with his big bold cock, but handled her with care, both emotionally and physically. Her heart swelled with gratitude, and Sherilyn hoped like hell he would continue caring for her this way.
Dontoya, she sang inside her mind. God help her, but the feel of his fine, fine ass was driving her insane with lust. She undulated, matching his slow primal strikes inside her.
"Easy, darlin'," he hoarsely whispered. "Let me do the work this time."
Surprised, Sherilyn slitted her eyes. His smoke-hot gaze met hers, then devoured her face as if he'd found some sort of long-sought heaven.
With a strong thrust of his cock, he pinned her to the bed. "Give me your wrists."
Sherilyn shuddered inside at his command, one that promised more pleasure. He caressed his palms from her head, and she relinquished his perfectly sculpted ass.
After raising her hands high above her head, Dontoya slid his work-calloused hands along her arms. Damn, but he turned her on--got her juices flowing faster than light speed.
He anchored himself on his elbows, and circled his thumbpads on the sensitive skin of her wrists. Sherilyn heaved ragged breaths. Her pussy convulsively clenched his cock, or tried. With his size, she wondered if he felt the small spasms.
As he lowered his head, his gaze scorched her. She trembled when his mouth brushed over hers. He nibbled slow kisses on her lips, the corners, the bottom fullness of her >Okay, she hadn't been with that many men...but, oh, please.
"Promise." The word escaped before she had a chance to stop it.
"Widen those beautiful thighs of yours."
His command and his praise of her, flashed like sexy lightning through her. Sherilyn eased her legs apart, his hand guiding her.
"That's it, darlin'."
Tremors of anticipation filled her womb as he sensually caressed her hip and thigh--as his eyes blazed to a fiery bronze, his gaze penetrating her.
"Promise," he roughly purred.
He fused their mouths, his kiss long moments of exquisite plunder. Then his tongue masterfully slipped between her lips, tangling with hers.
The sultry embrace of his tongue coaxed Sherilyn into complete surrender. Her pussy throbbed, molten, his to do with as he pleased.
Nearly mindless, unable to do anything else, she rocked her hips. Still lanced to the bed with his heavy cock, her mound pushed against his groin, the sensation highly erotic.
God, she adored the feeling of being his sex captive--another surprise to her.
He nipped her bottom lip, then used his strength to halt her undulations. "No, darlin'."
With a possessive rumble, he planted his elbow and raised above her a few inches. He withdrew his hard, hard cock only to lunge deep inside her.
With a power she craved and loved, he drove inside her. First to the hilt, then his shaft plunged inside her pussy. Over and over.
Over and over again. God, could she ever get enough?
Sherilyn continued basking in his slow yet forceful thrusts. No wonder women wanted him.
After she cast aside a pang of jealousy, she succumbed to her orgasmic excitement. Surging like a tidal wave, pleasure-pain rolled from the top of her mound to her clit. "Oh, God, Dontoya."
Ecstasy filled her, emanating from the steady strong glide of his cock--by how he constantly stretched her pussy walls. The next instant, Sherilyn flew, mindlessly soaring...and gone, slipping within a new realm of bliss.
She heard his beastly groan as he speared to her core. With a strong arch his back, he spilled his cum.
"Sherilyn, mate. My mate."
When he let go of her wrists, then tenderly crushed her beneath him, Sherilyn swore no other man had ever felt this good, this fine.
Certainly, no man's cock ever possessed her with such continued virility.
A tiny voice punished her with "he should have worn a condom...what about disease?" Sherilyn dismissed it quickly, her ability to be logical rescuing her.
Hell, she'd been as good as dead. If Zance could heal her with his magic wolf juice...and since they'd both gone to great lengths caring for her, she doubted Dontoya would have done anything to harm her.
Lost in clouds of rapture, Sherilyn combed her fingers though his long, silky smooth hair. He began to rise, and she murmured, "No...please. You feel wonderful."
"He does, does he?"
She started at Zance's already familiar twang.
"I'm not hurting her, am I, pard?" Dontoya asked once he'd swung his gaze toward Zance and raised his chest from her.
At that moment, it smacked her like an icy snowball in the face. She'd lost control of her life, her entire life, just like she'd lost control now, surrendering beneath Dontoya.
"Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" Zance asked. "Is me being here botherin' you?"
Well, double-dare hell, what did she say to that? Given the sheer immensity of the life changes she faced, Sherilyn didn't have a clue what she was feeling...not exactly, anyway.
"Take that big breeder of yours outta her. I need to check her eyes. She smells fine, though."
With the latent grace of a big cat, Dontoya tenderly withdrew his cock. He planted a sweet kiss on her mouth, then rolled from her, and off the bed.
"She needed," he began.
"Yeah, pard, I know. Her female emotions are raw, and her hormones are donside her.
With a power she craved and loved, he drove inside her. First to the hilt, then his shaft plunged inside her pussy. Over and over.
Over and over again. God, could she ever get enough?
Sherilyn continued basking in his slow yet forceful thrusts. No wonder women wanted him.
After she cast aside a pang of jealousy, she succumbed to her orgasmic excitement. Surging like a tidal wave, pleasure-pain rolled from the top of her mound to her clit. "Oh, God, Dontoya."
Ecstasy filled her, emanating from the steady strong glide of his cock--by how he constantly stretched her pussy walls. The next instant, Sherilyn flew, mindlessly soaring...and gone, slipping within a new realm of bliss.
She heard his beastly groan as he speared to her core. With a strong arch his back, he spilled his cum.
"Sherilyn, mate. My mate."
When he let go of her wrists, then tenderly crushed her beneath him, Sherilyn swore no other man had ever felt this good, this fine.
Certainly, no man's cock ever possessed her with such continued virility.
A tiny voice punished her with "he should have worn a condom...what about disease?" Sherilyn dismissed it quickly, her ability to be logical rescuing her.
Hell, she'd been as good as dead. If Zance could heal her with his magic wolf juice...and since they'd both gone to great lengths caring for her, she doubted Dontoya would have done anything to harm her.
Lost in clouds of rapture, Sherilyn combed her fingers though his long, silky smooth hair. He began to rise, and she murmured, "No...please. You feel wonderful."
"He does, does he?"
She started at Zance's already familiar twang.
"I'm not hurting her, am I, pard?" Dontoya asked once he'd swung his gaze toward Zance and raised his chest from her.
At that moment, it smacked her like an icy snowball in the face. She'd lost control of her life, her entire life, just like she'd lost control now, surrendering beneath Dontoya.
"Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" Zance asked. "Is me being here botherin' you?"
Well, double-dare hell, what did she say to that? Given the sheer immensity of the life changes she faced, Sherilyn didn't have a clue what she was feeling...not exactly, anyway.
"Take that big breeder of yours outta her. I need to check her eyes. She smells fine, though."
With the latent grace of a big cat, Dontoya tenderly withdrew his cock. He planted a sweet kiss on her mouth, then rolled from her, and off the bed.
"She needed," he began.
"Yeah, pard, I know. Her female emotions are raw, and her hormones are doublin' fast now."
Doubling fast now!...what the 'f'? Yeah, what the fuck? Because that's what they both want. To fuck me senseless.
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~ Have a Magickal Valentine's Day ~
Savanna
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
