Prey by LA Day

My next release is scheduled for February 13th at Ellora's Cave. It's a vampire tale with a little different heroine. At least the heroine is different from what I usually write.

Blurb:

Ex-prostitute and newbie vampire Amber isn’t thrilled to discover her future is reminiscent of her past. She thought she’d put her past behind her, but when her sire teaches her to feed her immortal needs, she once again preys on men to survive.

Marcus has lived alone for many lifetimes. He is an instructor to newly turned vampires and Amber is his latest pupil. He has had many lovers but she ignites a fire in his blood. Amber tries to resist Marcus’ allure. She’s taken enough instructions while lying down. This time, she’ll learn on her feet because submitting to this dominant male could be addictive.

Marcus is ancient, powerful, unmated—a threat to his kind. His very existence is in peril. He has one last chance. Find his mate and bind her to him.

Excerpt:
Marcus’ gaze roamed over the new vampire and lust coiled in his stomach. The desire took him by surprise. His trainee had the power to arouse him. It was an unexpected and very welcome surprise. Long, wavy auburn hair curled around a pretty face with striking blue eyes. She wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful but there was something irresistible about her. He let his gaze travel lower. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her erratic breathing. He was glad she wasn’t immune to him. He licked his lips. Her short skirt displayed long, smooth legs. His cock hardened. This time he not only felt ready but able. His body hummed with desire—he was going to enjoy this assignment. Maybe he would train her longer than necessary. He imagined staying with her until he’d sated his lust but he hoped he never would.

A unique scent teased his senses and he leaned closer, inhaling her fragrance. A jolt of pleasure-pain shot through his system, almost doubling him over. His gut knotted as if he’d been sucker punched. Her scent was new, yet familiar. His balls tightened with a need he hadn’t felt in years, if ever. It couldn’t be but it was.

His bond mate. Joy and lust surged within him and he became instantly and unwillingly harder until another scent assaulted him. He snarled, baring his fangs. His feral side raged and the female visibly jumped. “You took her out,” he accused. His narrowed gaze flashed at Lena.

“She was hungry, so I took her to a bar for a snack.” Lena shrugged as she rose from the bed.

He frowned. “You took her to a pub? You should have fed her your blood.”

“She was in control. I taught her what you taught me.”

Anger burned in his gut but he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He had taken his time arriving and Lena had taught the newbie as he’d taught her many years ago. He couldn’t really fault her. “She is different.”

“Different?” Lena’s eyes zeroed in on his face. Her nostrils flared as amusement lit her gaze. “Oh this is just too funny. You’ve finally met your match.” She laughed.

“Silence,” Marcus ordered. There was a time and place for everything and this was not the time. He sensed resistance in the new blood and he would not play his hand just yet.