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Gloria McElroy is the definition of Femme Fatale. She's seen War, Conflicts, Skirmishes and cat fights. What she hasn't seen is a man worth sticking around for. At least not lately. Her talents are too precious to waste on silly girlish fantasies like Love. Which is fine because Master Orleans isn't looking for the "L" word either. When a group of Vamps invade his home with the most vile purpose imaginable, a party, he can't help but to grin and bear it. Only two things stop him from storming his own castle, a wise cracking french butler and a Vamp who can't keep her hands to herself. They both might need some help to see past old prejudices, to the soul within, and to live in the now. Complete with an attempted murder, an actual murder, and a dress that takes them both way back, this party is off to a great start. But how will it end?
A preview of Bloody Monster
He had wandered the mansion for at least two hours, when he came upon a sound he never thought he'd encounter in his home. A woman was singing an Irish pirate ballad in his gym. Something about failing in love with a preachers daughter and burning in Hell. It was possible she practicing with one of his swords. He thought for a moment to ignore it but curiosity got the better of him. He peaked his head around the door frame. Just as he thought. There was a woman on the mats, thrusting one of his broad swords, not missing a note of her tune. The sight had him so transfixed he didn't know what to do. No one was supposed to be in this room without his permission. Obviously she was a guest. She wasn't one of his Pack, that was for sure. She must have come with Elizabeth. As he stared, he thought that, yes, he did recognize her, from Boston the night he killed Dante. She had been there, covered in blood but still stunning. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was braided down her back again, as it had been that night, but not speckled with blood this time. Now that he had the chance, he really noticed her. She cut a terribly exciting figure. Her body was encased in a black leotard that looked painted on, covering her from shoulder to just below her knees. On her feet she wore what looked like black ballerina slippers. Her movements flowed like water as she dipped and thrust with the heavy broad sword. It was clear she knew what she was doing.
"Are you going to stand there all night? You could pick up a sword if you're interested," she called out to him, not even bothering to turn around. He panicked and rolled right to keep his back to the wall. Immediately he realized that he shouldn't feel like the intruder here. It was his damn Gym! She was the intruder. He turned and strolled into the room.
"You're trespassing," he called out.
"No I'm not. I was invited." She spun around, swinging the sword above her head in a wide arch.
"I meant, you're trespassing in my Gym." He tried again.
"What's the problem? You weren't using it. And besides, Pierre let me in." She parried an imaginary opponent.
"Pierre isn't Master here, I am," he growled.
"Could have fooled me," she mumbled. Before he could reprimand her she interrupted. "Why weren't you outside greeting your daughter?" She met his eyes for the first time and he realized that hers were beautiful. Lavender, surrounded by long, burnished gold lashes. It took him a second to register what she had asked.
"That isn't any of your business. Who do you think you are?" He demanded. She waited a beat before answering.
"Gloria McElroy. I count myself among your daughters friends. You hurt her. That means we have a problem." She had steadily waltzed closer to him. Now the end of the sword was pointed in his direction.
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A preview of Bloody Monster
He had wandered the mansion for at least two hours, when he came upon a sound he never thought he'd encounter in his home. A woman was singing an Irish pirate ballad in his gym. Something about failing in love with a preachers daughter and burning in Hell. It was possible she practicing with one of his swords. He thought for a moment to ignore it but curiosity got the better of him. He peaked his head around the door frame. Just as he thought. There was a woman on the mats, thrusting one of his broad swords, not missing a note of her tune. The sight had him so transfixed he didn't know what to do. No one was supposed to be in this room without his permission. Obviously she was a guest. She wasn't one of his Pack, that was for sure. She must have come with Elizabeth. As he stared, he thought that, yes, he did recognize her, from Boston the night he killed Dante. She had been there, covered in blood but still stunning. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was braided down her back again, as it had been that night, but not speckled with blood this time. Now that he had the chance, he really noticed her. She cut a terribly exciting figure. Her body was encased in a black leotard that looked painted on, covering her from shoulder to just below her knees. On her feet she wore what looked like black ballerina slippers. Her movements flowed like water as she dipped and thrust with the heavy broad sword. It was clear she knew what she was doing.
"Are you going to stand there all night? You could pick up a sword if you're interested," she called out to him, not even bothering to turn around. He panicked and rolled right to keep his back to the wall. Immediately he realized that he shouldn't feel like the intruder here. It was his damn Gym! She was the intruder. He turned and strolled into the room.
"You're trespassing," he called out.
"No I'm not. I was invited." She spun around, swinging the sword above her head in a wide arch.
"I meant, you're trespassing in my Gym." He tried again.
"What's the problem? You weren't using it. And besides, Pierre let me in." She parried an imaginary opponent.
"Pierre isn't Master here, I am," he growled.
"Could have fooled me," she mumbled. Before he could reprimand her she interrupted. "Why weren't you outside greeting your daughter?" She met his eyes for the first time and he realized that hers were beautiful. Lavender, surrounded by long, burnished gold lashes. It took him a second to register what she had asked.
"That isn't any of your business. Who do you think you are?" He demanded. She waited a beat before answering.
"Gloria McElroy. I count myself among your daughters friends. You hurt her. That means we have a problem." She had steadily waltzed closer to him. Now the end of the sword was pointed in his direction.
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Bloody Freak
http://www.amazon.com/Bloody-Freak-Book-ebook/dp/B006V1EKTO/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_2
Bloody Broken
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