A Passionate Squee: Trevann Rogers #Hot #Paranormal #Romance

“Jewell…when you come I taste…” What? What does he taste. Sorry, you’ll have to read the excerpt to find out what his hotness Cheyenne tastes when his mojo works its magic on Jewell. Daddy always said nothing good happens after midnight, but Daddy was wrong.

Remember by commenting on this post you gain one entry in the Passionate Squee giveaway. Three winners of $10 Amazon gift cards will be announced Feb. 14. By commenting on all the Passionate Squee posts from Feb. 1 – 13, you get 13 total entries. Comment any time before 11:59 pm central on Feb. 13.

After Midnight – Prequel to House of the Rising Son in the Living After Midnight Series
Genre: Urban Fantasy

Improbable love. Impossible life. Immeasurable danger.

 

A Passionate Squee Excerpt from After Midnight by Trevann Rogers

“Sweet thang, you’re gonna make this poor boy come in his pants. He can’t handle you.” Cheyenne slipped his arm around Jewell’s waist and tugged her away from Kyle’s embrace. “But I can.”

She daintily wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, belying the anxiety she felt being caught with her teeth in the cookie jar. So to speak. “I was just, you know…” She looked back at Kyle as a young girl danced up to him. He was dazed, but he started to dance with her as she chatted away at him. He was going to be fine.

Cheyenne spun her around, moving with feline grace to the music’s hard backbeat. There was no anger, no disappointment. There was only mischief in his eyes. “Yes, I know. It’s all good.” He took her hand from her ear and kissed it.

“She’d been playing with her earring again. For the winter solstice, Cheyenne and Ria had pooled their money to buy her a pair of engraved gold earrings. One said “love”, the other, “trust”. They told her if she ever had a moment of doubt about how much they adored her, she would have the earrings to remind her to trust in their love. Any time she felt scared or nervous, she fingered her earrings like talismans.

Cheyenne embraced her. Her breasts pressed lightly against his chest. “He didn’t deserve you anyway. Why settle for regular when you could have high octane?” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Go ahead. Take a sip.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re right, I don’t need to feed right now. And Ria is waiting…”

“Baby, it’s fine. Look around. Everyone’s dancing, doing their own thing. And I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking about Ria a few minutes ago. Besides…” He gently pushed her foot with his, moving her legs apart. “I’m hungry, too.” He lifted the hem of her skirt, slowly bunching it in his fist.

He moved his hand under the fabric, caressing her bare legs. “Say yes.” He slid his finger along the small strip of cotton between her thighs. They swayed as other couples danced around them unaware.

The lust in his voice moved through her. Jewell kissed the side of his neck, the scent of his skin causing her teeth to descend. “Yes.”

He snaked a finger beneath the elastic band at the top of her inner thigh, and pushed slowly into her soft folds. Her legs buckled, but his hand at her back kept her upright and against him as he stroked her swelling clit with his fingertip. “Drink. You know you want to.”

Jewell licked down his neckline, and sank her teeth where it curved at his shoulder. She gulped his blood and trembled as his deft fingers strummed her body.

The music. The blood. His mojo. It didn’t take long.

Whimpering as she came, her orgasm ignited his Power and it exploded over her like stars from a fourth of July sparkler.

He moaned, “ Jewell…when you come I taste pink cotton candy. I want to fuck you right there on the dance floor, but this ain’t the place, and fast and dirty ain’t good enough.” “ He murmured into a kiss, “I’ll take my time with you later.”

Cheyenne held her until her orgasm subsided, and then slipped his wet fingers from between her legs. “C’mon. Let’s take this party home.”

Buy Links:

You can find After Midnight at http://amzn.to/2dEOt59

Author Bio:

Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her books include HOUSE OF THE RISING SON and its prequel novella, AFTER MIDNIGHT. Trevann’s stories incorporate an unquenchable addiction to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.

Author Links:

Spread the Love

5 Comments

  • Very intriguing. I was a little confused by this teaser, as there are two women on the cover of the book. I love vampire’s, so I might just have to check this out. *smile*

    • LOL oops. I can see how that would be confusing. Yes, this novella is the love story of two female vampires, and how they came to be the mothers of an incubus’ s children. I picked this scene as it’s one of my favorites.

Copyright © 2015-2016 All rights reserved. Cailin Briste. Created by Meks. Powered by WordPress.