Sam's Sunday Snippet

I started writing my Halloween Love Series books three years ago, with the idea of publishing a new story every year. Based on a special race of werewolves and the Lupire, warriors who carry the best traits of both vampires and werewolves, these stories range from 10k to 15k and sell for only $.99. A great deal for a sexy paranormal read! The Halloween Love Series is on my mind right now because I'll start writing this year's story soon. So I thought I'd share a snippet from one them today.

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With the blue moon and the mating heat already upon her, Lanna could barely function as it was. Now she had a brutal murder to deal with, and a strange male intruding on her world. It was the last thing she needed at that moment. Especially when the new male looked to be nearly seven feet tall and weighed around two fifty, most of it muscle. 

The man stretched the bounds of a soft, charcoal gray t-shirt and tested the seams on a fashionably tattered pair of jeans. His arms arced away from his lean torso, too laden with muscle to rest against his body, and the fists that were clenched at his sides were the size of snack plates. 

He had longish, curly, light brown hair that rested against the thick column of his neck and fell across a wide brow in a charmingly unruly fashion. His eyes were a deep, turquoise blue, like the Mediterranean Sea.

Lanna’s mouth watered as she took in his wide mouth. His lips looked full enough to nibble and soft enough to suck. 

She bit back a sigh and glared at him. “I presume you’re the elite protector sent by the Vampire Commission?” 

The Commission was the ruling body for all things paranormal in the States. When something went awry in the supernatural world, the Commission sent out a Lupire, one of their top cops, to deal with it. 

“I am.” He lifted one of the snack plates toward her. “Name’s Kidren…Kidren Bell.”

“As in ring my?” She ignored the offered hand, afraid to touch him for fear that she might yank him in for a taste if she did. 

He dropped the hand. His chuckle was a husky promise in the magic saturated air. “If you insist.”

Lanna shook her head. “That’s just the mating heat talkin’, Kidren. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything.”

His narrow, sea blue gaze skimmed her from head to toe, lingering noticeably on the in between parts. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

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