A Dangerous Man
(Kingdom of Blood and Forest, #2)
Publication date: July 20th 2021
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
I was supposed to kill him.
But that night, he sent me to a different kind of heaven. The screaming, shaking, full of pleasure kind. Twice.
Now he’s all I can think about. When I finally find him again, I’m determined to get under him, and get over him.
But John Degarr isn’t like my other men, with his large, sexy body and his warm grey eyes. He’s also an incredibly efficient killer. The person scary people turn to when they’re scared.
And he’s a vampire.
This man is dangerous, but not for the reasons he scares everyone else.
When he touches me, when he holds me, I want things I’ve never wanted before. I say and do stupid, clingy things.
I want more of him.
But he wants the one thing I give no one.
Because that one thing can destroy me.
A Dangerous Man is a paranormal romance with MF love, a bit of MM love, and chocolate mousse references. This book includes a woman who isn’t shy about her needs, a bisexual vampire who won’t ever have to choose, and the werewolf son he adores. This is the second book in the Kingdom of Blood and Forest series, but it can be read as a standalone.
So I’d never killed anyone, and it hadn’t been part of the deal. The mark had chosen me. I was stuck. Time to make lemonade out of lemons, and get the fuck out of here.
I led him up to the hotel room, and took a deep breath.
I can do this.
I glanced over my shoulder.
“This is my room,” I said breathlessly. “Well, mine and Lara’s, but she won’t be back for a while.” I added a little giggle at the end.
That was good, right?
I made the mistake of looking at him, and the smile slipped right off my face.
God, the way he was looking at me.
His dark grey eyes were completely focused on me, as if the hallway, the world around us, didn’t exist. He stared at me like I was some sort of combination of chocolate and wine, and he’d been denied both for a long damn time. That gaze spoke of things; of taking his time, of consuming me slowly, of making me feel him everywhere, from my head to my toes.
A frisson rippled over me.
His thumb rubbed my hand. “Open the door.”
For a second I forgot to breathe, and then my other hand was on the doorknob, turning it and letting us inside. He followed me in, closing the door behind him with his foot.
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. Then he wrapped his fingers around my chin, and lifted my face to his.
Then he was kissing me. Kissing me like he would consume me from the inside out. Heat poured through me, pooled in my belly, and then burned lower. He brushed my nipple with his thumb, and I gasped as heat struck my core.
They hadn’t said anything about him knowing how to kiss. About me wanting him. But they wouldn’t, would they? He was supposed to go for the blonde.
Fuck the blonde. This mark was mine.
He laughed softly. “Have I got your attention now?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
His hand trailed down my side. “I got the feeling there was something going on between you and your friend. A bet, perhaps? See who’s first to get a vampire up to the room?”
Close the fuck enough.
I let a shy smile come over my face. “You got us. It was a bet.”
“And you weren’t expecting to win?”
I shook my head.
“Why?” His hand cupped my face, sending sparks down me. “You’re beautiful, and so much more interesting than she is.”
He thought I was interesting?
“Because –” I bit my lip, stopping myself from telling him that he was supposed to like blondes.
God, what was wrong with me? I never slipped like this. It must have been the alcohol, or the heat.
“– because we both know I’m not.” I took a step back, slipping away from his touch. “Don’t we, John?”
Too late, I realized my tone had changed with that last part. He gave me a sharp glance, telling me he’d caught my fuckup. He’d seen that hint of my true self. But it wasn’t my fault. We’d gone off-script, and in those situations I always tended to sound more like me.
“Drop the act.” He pierced me with his gaze. “I don’t want to see the girl you pretend to be around your friend.”
“Then who do you want to see?” I asked. My voice was breathy; so much closer to the person I was pretending to be that it was a relief.
It sounded like I wanted him. Which was the goal, right? To get him in bed and stake him?
Except I was turned on by him. The arousal spreading through me felt like a low-grade fever. It was fucking with my head.
“You,” he replied. He reached out and skated his fingers down my neck, making me shiver. “The girl who just growled at me.”
Raven Stone is a paranormal romance author. She writes about bisexual, poly vampires and the men and women who love them. She enjoys M/M romances, poly romance, paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and dark chocolate.
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