Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: May 03, 2013
ISBN # 9781419944659
Available in: HTML, Mobipocket (.prc), Adobe Acrobat, Epub
CREAM by Zenobia Renquist - Romance>InterracialWhat do a three-hundred-year-old vampire and a midlevel necromancer have in common? Money. Jeliyah needs it to pay off the people who trained her and Teaghan enjoys killing to get it. Together they hunt rogue vampires—assuming Teaghan can focus on something other than getting her into bed and Jeliyah doesn’t put a bullet in him first.
The uneasy partnership promises to be lucrative until the pair gets on the wrong side of a feud. Forced to use forbidden magic, Jeliyah finds herself bound to a man she should hate—but whom she can’t stop fantasizing about.
Every second they stay alive fuels a growing desire Jeliyah is unwilling to deny. Is it the magic? The danger? The only way to get answers is to outrun the enemy, or kill them. She knows Teaghan’s preference, but it’s Jeliyah who must put their mind-blowing sex aside and make the choice that will decide both their fates.
Inside Scoop: Enjoy this interracial romance between a wannabe-gangsta vampire and a career-focused magic user who go from being the hunters to the hunted in an exciting new urban fantasy world.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An Excerpt From: CREAM
Copyright © ZENOBIA RENQUIST, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Jeliyah floated in and out of consciousness as Teaghan cleaned up after their latest hunt. She caught snippets of conversation and pieces of Teaghan’s thoughts but didn’t try to make sense of any of it.
Play dead…or at least play wiped out and recuperating. Which at this point, she wasn’t playing. Jeliyah couldn’t move if she wanted. She hadn’t lied. If not for Teaghan’s blood, her little stunt with Break would have put her in a coma.
It scared her that she hadn’t questioned her decision to take his blood. But the hum of Leslie’s—she’d recognized the man when Teaghan brought him back—necro-metal had spurred her into action. She didn’t know how far away Leslie had been from her when she felt it, but the power of his necromes had bumped against hers the second she put on her rings.
She hadn’t felt that when she came up against Leslie, the twins and the other necromancer. She hadn’t felt anything. If not for Dumas and Didios heading straight for Teaghan the moment he arrived to take out the rogue, she wouldn’t have known the twins had necromancers with them. True, no enforcer was supposed to hunt without a necromancer, but it wouldn’t have been the first time an enforcer disobeyed that particular mandate.
Leslie’s power boost, which put him on level with a middle-high class and announced his presence—though not his exact location—to any necromancer in the vicinity meant he’d tasted vampire blood.
Jeliyah had put her necromes in full deactivation two seconds after Teaghan decapitated Dumas. She didn’t want anyone feeling her power the way she had felt Leslie’s. She was in no hurry to be bled, despite what Teaghan might think. Since she hadn’t been in a hurry to die either—and she was sure Dumas would have killed her after Teaghan—she’d decided to do the one thing that would keep them both alive.
The car door opening jarred her awake. She looked up at Teaghan, who loomed over her. Without a word, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the new hotel room. How long had she been sleeping that she had missed him checking in to a new hotel?
The sun rising in the distance was her answer. They’d left the club around three in the morning. That meant it was past six. She’d gotten an hour-long nap, if that much. At least it felt as if she’d gotten more. She attributed that to Teaghan’s blood in her system.
While she could walk on her own, it felt good letting him carry her. She enjoyed the ride as Teaghan climbed the stairs to the second-floor landing of the motel and headed for the room he’d gotten them.
Teaghan kicked the room door shut behind him and then laid her on the nearest bed. “At least this time you’re not glowing. Let’s not make a habit of this.”
“I feel the same.”
“Then again…” His gaze wandered to her breasts.
Images of Teaghan running his hands over her breasts and teasing her nipples entered her mind. She reared up and smacked him at the same time she brought her other arm up to guard her chest.
Teaghan didn’t react except to grin at her. “You’re flushed, necromancer. Your heart rate jumped too. My little idea get you all hot and bothered?”
She glared at him.
“No? How about this one?”
A mental picture of Teaghan yanking off her panties so he could run his tongue over her clit invaded her mind. The detail was so vivid Jeliyah felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Damn the man and this stupid mental connection. It might be one way, but she had access to his thoughts and now he wasn’t trying to hide them. “You can’t do that without an invitation.”
“So invite me.”
“Shouldn’t you be going to sleep? The sun is up.”
“Sun’s got nothing to do with me.” He moved closer, planting his hands on either side of her legs and leaning into her. “Invite me.”
Jeliyah scooted back off the bed and away from him. Once on her feet, she said, “Don’t get all cocky just because I took some of your blood, vampire. I told you that was a one-time thing and not to get ideas.”
“Yeah, I heard you but,” he hopped the bed and crowded her against the wall, “here’s the thing. You could have gotten the same results by asking me to open a vein. A simple prick to the finger for a few drops of blood would have sufficed. You kissed me, necromancer.”
“It was a split-second decision. Back off.” She clutched the necrome at her throat and said, “Shield.”
Teaghan laughed as the shield expanded to include him. “Forget something important, did you? Your necromes recognize me now. I’m not a threat.”
Shit. She’d forgotten one of the major side effects of Recognize. Her necromes—and any others made from her blood—no longer worked against Teaghan. There was no way to deactivate Recognize either, just like an invitation once given.
She shoved at his chest but he kept leaning forward until his lips were close to hers.
He said, “Let’s talk about that kiss.”
“It was spur of the moment. It meant nothing.”
“Care to test that theory?”
“You can’t. I haven’t invited you.”
“Kissing is the one thing I don’t need an invitation to do.” He pushed his lips against hers as he forced her hands over her head and pressed his body closer.
Jeliyah couldn’t turn from the kiss, though she tried. This wasn’t fair. Vampires needed permission to enter a person’s body. Why didn’t that extend to kissing? And why was she giving in to his kiss?
Her body was betraying her. She didn’t find Teaghan attractive in the least, with his wannabe lifestyle, yet she couldn’t deny the heat making her nipples tighten and the low, needy moan that left her lips.
Teaghan pulled back and edged her feet apart with a few light kicks. He raised his knee between her legs until it pressed against the growing wet spot on her panties, then he smiled at her. “What were you saying about it meaning nothing?” He wiggled his knee side to side. “Is this nothing too?”
“Stop,” Jeliyah rasped. A pitiful whimper escaped her lips when Teaghan’s mind filled with graphic images of what he planned to do to her when she invited him.
If. If , damn it. And not even that. She had no intention of inviting him.
The fiction books had gotten it partially right. It wasn’t a living person’s domicile to which a vampire needed an invitation. It was a living person’s body. A vampire couldn’t enter a human—that meant no biting, no sex, no penetration of any kind—without permission. Why kissing was exempt from that, Jeliyah didn’t know and wanted to file a complaint with the person who had made the rules.
Teaghan bombarded her with his intentions, taking advantage of their one-way link and her inability to block his thoughts. Close to her ear, he said, “You’re being a tease, Jeliyah. I smell your lust and your juices are soaking through my jeans. Just invite me.”
Her denial died on her lips when he cupped one of her breasts and kneaded. This shouldn’t be allowed either but it didn’t qualify as penetration. Squirming to get out of his hold only rubbed her panty-clad clit over his knee, which made her shiver with need.
He chuckled and licked her neck. “Invite me.”
Jeliyah bit her lower lip to keep from speaking, from giving in. This was a vampire’s nature. That pesky invitation clause hadn’t stopped them from getting blood and sex over the centuries, because vampires were masters of seduction. She wouldn’t be a notch on Teaghan’s belt.
He sucked at her neck while thinking about lifting her dress to suck at her nipples in like manner. And then he moved to do it. He stopped kneading her breast long enough to lift the dress up so it covered her head and bared her from the neck down. She couldn’t see.
Teaghan unsnapped her bra. He imagined flicking one of her nipples with his tongue while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger before doing both. Next came the image of him sucking her nipples in rapid succession and then he did it. The show and act had Jeliyah panting with pleasure and the need for more.
Her mental coaching to stay strong crumbled as her body begged for release. “Teaghan.”
He stilled his motions and she got the picture of him smiling. He whispered in a low, seductive tone, “Say it, Jeliyah.”
She swallowed. All her training and the warnings came to mind. Never give in to their allure. Vampires are dangerous. She knew it all and yet she’d already ignored one necromancer edict—a major one. Jeliyah hadn’t learned Recognize in the classroom and the book where she’d gotten it had named it a forbidden spell not to be taught or used—ever. Teaghan was immune to her necro-metal but his only concern had been to seduce rather than hurt her.
This was stupid. She was riding an adrenaline high after being attacked twice and she felt grateful to Teaghan for saving her both times. That’s all this was. She shouldn’t compound the issue and make her situation worse.
“I invite you,” she whispered.