Dead of Night by Emily Goodwin
Release Date: March 25th
Dead of Night, an all-new standalone paranormal romance by Emily Goodwin
Never trust a vampire.
I might have learned that lesson the hard way. But when I find myself in a vampire-owned bar, I don’t have much of a choice. With vampires still trying to assimilate into mainstream society, I’ve done Lucas King a favor by stopping one of his patrons from draining a human dry in the basement of his bar. A favor he’d prefer to repay in bed than in kind.
Vampires and witches have had more than a jaded history, and when witches start showing up dead in surrounding covens, all signs point to something old and powerful. Something that knows the ways of the witches.
Something–or someone–like Lucas.
What’s worse than trusting a vampire? Falling in love with one.
*Book one in the Dead of Night Series.
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The number one rule for witches is to never trust a vampire. Number two is never be involved with them. Callie is breaking both of those rules. Something wicked is brewing and she might just be caught up in it. The mess of falling in love with a vampire is not the thing she needs when she is about to face evil.
Y’ALL THIS BOOK IS INSANELY GOOD!!!!!
I have read so many vampire and witches book that I almost thought this was going to be pretty similar. I WAS DEAD WRONG. (hehe get it?)
Callie is such a badass and I am in awe for her a bit turned on but mostly in awe. She is the kind of character I always wanted to read about. I love the bit of vulnerability to her it makes me want to hug her and never let go.
Lucas, MY MAIN MAN!!! I am so in love with him. Like insanely madly in love with him. I think he might be my favourite vampire ever. The way he adores Callie, the way he supports her, the way he is in awe of her strength, I LOVE EVERYTHING about it. It’s just so damn amazing to see a strong immortal loving a strong witch who occasionally zaps him.
I cannot wait for the next part of this story. It was so exciting and I was always on the edge of my seat. A beautifully written PNR and I am here for it.
Talking to Lucas is easy, and having him know and approve of my life as a witch is a game changer. But it’s more than just the convenience of going on a date with a guy I don’t have to lie to. There’s more to Lucas than he lets on. He’s a complicated man but I know one thing for certain: he might not care for many people, but he’s fierce when it comes to those he loves.
I finish my drink and set the empty glass down on a table and go back to the railing, looking out at the cityscape. Lucas steps in behind me, pressing my ass against his pelvis and resting his hands on my stomach. I’m right up against his cock, and while it’s not hard, I can still feel it through his pants.
My mouth goes dry and I have to remind myself how to breathe. We’re standing on the deck of a crowded boat, yet somehow everyone else fades from view. Gently, he brushes my hair away from my shoulder, bringing it around my neck and smoothing the ends out against my breast. His fingers deliberately graze over my nipple, and dammit, he gets a physical response out of me. Chills run down my spine and I lean back, needing to feel more of him against me. He brings his hand down over my breast, along my stomach, and inches it down to my thigh. Slowly, he moves his fingers, gathering the hem of my dress in his hand.
My heart flutters and speeds up. He brings his other hand down, running his fingers over my exposed flesh, dangerously close to my core. His lips press against my neck, gently kissing me.
And then he draws his fangs. I can feel the razor-sharp tips on my skin. My pulse bounds, echoing in my head. If I can hear it, he can.
He can feel it, too.
Deft fingers sweep across my clit, just barely touching it through the thin fabric of my panties. Everything inside me heats up, and if he pressed his fingers to me again, he’d feel just how wet he’s making me right now. I grip the railing, needing to hold onto it for support. Trailing kisses, he moves his lips down along my neck, fangs digging into but not breaking my skin with each and every kiss.
“Are you…are you hungry?” I ask, barely louder than a whisper. It doesn’t matter. Lucas can hear me. His mouth goes to my neck again, and his tongue lashes out, running along a vein. He pauses for a moment, and I know what he’s doing. He’s reading my heartbeat, finding the best place to bite me.
“When I do drink you, it won’t be like this,” he growls, lips brushing against me as he speaks. “I want to feel you squirming in my lap as I sink my fangs into your neck. Hear you moan as your blood pours into my mouth.”
I whimper, pressing my ass up against his cock, my entire body craving to feel it harden against me. Suddenly he pushes me away and spins me around so I’m facing him. I blink rapidly, trying to regain my composure. His hands land on my shoulders and he tips his head down, flashing his fangs.
“I’ll give you want you want, but not until I’ve gotten what I need.”
About the Author
Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boy and happily ever afters.
She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she’s not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends.
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.