Author Extravaganza with Laura Kaye

Good morning fandies, this is a very exciting day for our spotlight guest. Today is the official release date for Forever Freed by Laura Kaye and how awesome is it that she chose to join us on this momentous day. I feel very honored, plus, yes there is more, we have an exclusive excerpt!!! Yup so I won't delay any longer, enjoy reading!

Blurb

My heart may not beat, but that doesn’t mean it’s not broken.
After an isolated century mourning the murder of my long-ago family, I crave the irresistible scents of joy and love that radiate from my new neighbors, a single mother and her young daughter. I’m starved for their blood, and for the healing respite from my ancient grief that will accompany drinking down their life-giving emotions. Now to lure them in.
But they surprise me. Little Olivia accepts me without fear or reservation—talking, smiling, offering innocent affection that tugs at my long-lost humanity. Her mother, Samantha, seeks me out when she should stay away, offering sweet friendship, and calling to the forgotten man in me. They lure me in.
Aw, Dio, Lucien, run and spare them while you can…

Now for the exclusive excerpt!

 

Samantha stood in front of me as I still sat on the table. “So, um, tell me about you, Lucien.” She laced her fingers together behind her back and looked up at me.

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, what do you do?”

“I’m a real estate investor, both commercial and residential.”

“Wow. Are you from Detroit originally?”

“I was born in New York, but I’ve lived here most of my life.”

“Is your family here?”

I swallowed my discomfort. “No. I don’t have much family. What I do have is all in New York.” I kept my answers short, purposely vague. Her questions helped me refocus and calm down.

“Ollie told me you play the violin. I hope she didn’t bother you by coming over today, by the way.” Samantha moved a full step closer to me as we spoke.

“No, she didn’t bother me at all. We had fun. I gave her a quick violin lesson, and then she twisted my arm and got me to play for her.”

She smiled and more affectionate warmth flooded me. “She told me all the songs you played. I would love to hear you play some time.”

“I would love to play for you. Any time.”

She stepped forward again and stood just at my knees.

I watched her movements with wonder and need. The atmosphere between us thickened and sparked. Samantha looked up at me shyly, but with clear purpose.

“Lucien?”

“Hmm?” I gripped the edge of the table lest I reach out and pull her flush against my body.

She leaned in further and placed her fingertips on my knees. Electrical impulses ripped up my thighs and settled into the thick organ between my legs.

“Kiss me?”

My breath caught in my throat. My original plan for her made it blasphemous for me to consider accepting her affection. But I wanted it desperately. Wanted her.

We leaned towards one another. I strained to be vigilant in my control. I met her lips tenderly, not wanting to take more risk than I already was. But then she took another step forward and fit herself tight between my legs. She moved her hands to my shoulders. Her heart hammered between our chests.

I needed to be careful, but I had to hold her. I released the table’s edge and wound my hands around her, tangling one in the soft, fine hair behind her head and snaking the other around her narrow waist. Her life thrummed in my arms. I had gone so long without affectionate touch that this felt beyond miraculous. It was simply irresistible.

I was so hungry for her, but not for her blood. I deepened the kiss and stroked my tongue with need and want against hers. Exploring her mouth with abandon, I groaned at the sweetness of her taste and thrilled at being inside of her.

Oh, dolcezza. The taste of her joy, her vivacious personality, the way she loved Ollie, her acceptance of me—everything about her bespoke her sweetness. Her heat seared me. I pulled her in tighter and relished the throb of her pulse against my skin.

She moaned. Her hands found my hair, stroking, pulling, fisting. Had my eyes been open they would have rolled back into my head. Hot feelings of ecstasy roared out of her and into me, and I groaned as I struggled to keep my fangs from stretching out. I pursued her touch, her kiss, again and again. She returned what I gave her with equal fervor.

Minutes passed before she finally pulled away. I released her reluctantly and smiled when she bit her lower lip and grinned up at me. I tasted her happiness and her exhilaration, but some of what I was feeling was my own. And that was a miracle.

She leaned in to kiss me again, this time just on the corner of my mouth. But having had a taste, I needed another—I turned my head to capture her lips. She moaned into my mouth and pulled my hair, causing a groan to rumble low in my throat. A smile played on her lips.

I pulled back to look into her eyes. “What?”

She shook her head and laughed softly. “I don’t want to,” she murmured in a seductive voice as she stroked her fingers through my hair, “but I should probably head home. I might be able to catch Ollie to say good night.”

“Okay.” I impressed myself with the fake nonchalance in my tone; I was nearly out of my mind with delight and lust.

She took a step back, and I slid off the table and stood in front of her. I towered over her, forcing her to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. I couldn’t resist cradling her face in my hands and greedily lowering my lips to hers one last time.

Her feminine curves melted against me as we kissed, then she finally stepped back and turned around. Our arms brushed as we walked back to the car. She intertwined her fingers with mine and smiled up at me. Too fast, we were back to her house. As I walked Samantha to the door, I truly regretted the end of our evening.

She reached up on tiptoes to kiss me again and stepped away far before I was ready to release her. We said good night, and she slipped inside. Dio, I wasn’t ready to part from her.

The positive energy coursing through my body freed me from my usual melancholy. I felt better—content, whole, happy—at that moment than probably at any time since I’d been changed. So I went around the back of the townhouse and jumped up onto the tree branch where I had on previous occasions pondered Samantha as she slept.

A little over an hour later, she came into her room. I looked away as she changed her clothes, protectiveness now flooding me where Samantha was concerned. She crawled onto her bed and pulled open the drawer to her nightstand, then yanked out a book and a pen and flipped the book open in one fluid motion.

She wrote furiously. I occasionally caught a smile or thoughtful look, but most interesting were the feelings radiating from her. Happiness was the baseline emotion, but added to that were feelings of nearly uncontainable excitement and desire. I wished I could see the words flowing from her pen.

Finally, Samantha closed the book and hugged it to her chest. She shut her eyes and rested her chin on the book’s edge. Then she stretched to the side and slid the book and the pen back into the nightstand drawer and switched off her lamp.

She lay still for a moment. Then she caught me completely off guard: just as I sensed an intensified wave of excitement, she started kicking her feet and smacking her hands against her bed, her face alight with a brilliant smile. Her absolute delight was contagious. Without thinking, I laughed out loud.

She bolted upright, her gaze directed at her window. Uh oh.

I flew from the tree and across the grassy field to the front corner of my house in a flash. As I peeked around the corner, she pulled her curtains apart and surveyed the area outside her window. She disappeared after a moment, her curtains closing behind her.

I chided myself for my stupidity with a smile still plastered on my face. If it hadn’t been so dangerous, it would have been funny.

Back in my own house, this newfound happiness demanded expression. The violin case was still on the kitchen table where I’d left it after Ollie’s morning visit. I undid the clasps and pulled out the instrument, then settled myself in the same chair I’d used earlier. I set the bow on the strings, closed my eyes, and allowed my mood to dictate the song.

Now a bit about the author and where to find her.

Brief Bio:

A multi-published author of paranormal and contemporary romance, Laura Kaye’s hot, heartfelt stories are all about the universal desire for a place to belong.  Laura grew up amidst family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with the supernatural.  Though an avid fiction writer as a teenager, a career as a historian took her in other directions until recently.  Now that Laura’s inner muse has awakened, she’s constantly creating new story ideas!  Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day. 

Find Laura on the interwebz:

Website: http://www.LauraKayeAuthor.com

Blog: http://laurakayeauthor.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/laurakayeauthor

Twitter: @laurakayeauthor

Publisher Website: http://thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=800

Book Buy Link: http://thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=4507

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3703867

FOREVER FREED book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guWmcq3qSVs

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