I am excited to welcome author Robin Covington, who is sharing an exclusive excerpt from her new novel, Sex and the Single Vamp.
Cici Trent, vampire and media darling, spends her days finding true love for humans and supernaturals (the “Others”) at her dating agency. But someone is trying to sabotage her business and she needs help. Unfortunately, the best man for the job is the one who broke her still-beating heart two hundred fifty-four years ago.
?Deacon is a patient vampire. He’s only loved one woman in over three hundred years— CiCi— and she chose another. So when she shows up in his office asking for help, he finally has the chance to lay that demon to rest. He’ll help her, but for a price—a night in his bed.
?Adrenaline, mischief, and a little late-night B&E light the passion that even a couple of lifetimes couldn’t put out. But Deacon has a secret and when Cici is suddenly mortal, his deception might be the only way restore her immortality. Can love bridge the gap between a heartbeat and forever?
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Exclusive Excerpt: Sex and the Single Vamp
Deacon was a Duke.
Cici stood next to him in the receiving line at the BritishEmbassy, unable to form a sentence in any of the eight languages she spoke fluently.
Her hosts, Ambassador Gareth Richman and his wife, Serena, were currently fawning over Deacon as the people waiting behind them craned their necks to see what the hold-up was.
And he was quite a tantalizing roadblock.
He wore his custom-made tuxedo like a second skin, the silk fabric fitted perfectly to his large, muscular body like a jealous lover. His glossy black hair was loose, the rough tousled mane and his feral grin reminding everyone that while he might look like the gentleman, underneath there was a beast dying to get out and wreak havoc. She shivered, tingles cruising along her spine as she remembered just how good havoc could feel.
“Your Grace,” Serena Richman said with an indulgent smile. “If you had told us you were coming, we would have had you to supper beforehand.”
“That’s very kind of you, but I didn’t know I was coming until just today.” He reached out and wrapped an arm around Cici’swaist, drawing her close and casting a heated look down at her as he answered. “I didn’t know until early this morning actually.”
The heat rose in Cici’s cheeks and she knew the skin of her cheeks and across the tops of her breasts was turning pink; she was reacting viscerally to his suggestive reference. If the Richmans had any question about whose bed she was in last night, they now had no doubt.
“Oh. Oh!” Serena gushed, reaching out to pull Cici into a fierce hug. “Cici, I had no idea you and the Duke were…when did this happen? You’ve been holding out on me.” She pulled back, but maintained a firm hold on her arms as her face broke into an even more excited grin. “Oh my God! Are you two getting married? You would be a duchess!”
Whoa. Cici reeled back, only Deacon’s hold on her waist keeping her from toppling over on her three-inch platform shoes.
“Serena, you know Deacon isn’t a marrying type,” Garethsaid, his expression apologetic.? “That’s just with humans. Cici’s a vampire, too. No problem,”Serena said.? “Umm…”
Again her command of several languages failedher as she struggled with her response. One night in his bed had not changed Deacon in essentials, and he’d never uttered one word about a future. It was still the original deal: find the killer and then it was done.
She was a sap and grateful when Deacon took over the awkward turn of the conversation. Her mouth couldn’t be trusted. “When I find my Duchess, you’ll be the first to know, Serena.” He leaned down to kiss the woman’s cheek and made their good- byes after agreeing to a night of poker with Gareth in the nearfuture.
Cici let him lead her through the crowd and she shook offenough of the surreal haze her life had become to nod to people and exchange smiles and few words. Some were clients andall were future clients. She was supposed to be at this party to network, an opportunity provided by Gareth and Serena, one of her earliest matchmaking successes. Were-shifter Gareth was crazy about his human wife and vice versa.
Deacon had spent a good portion of his afternoon hacking into the embassy computer and reviewing the security measures for the party while Andy checked the guest list. He’d compromised with her to allow Your Other Half to remain open, with Mya manning the office. She’d been even more surprised when he’d so readily agreed to her attending the event, but he explained she had to be out and accessible if they were going to draw her attacker out and provoke him into exposing himself.
She still wasn’t thrilled about being the bait, but if it brought this nightmare to an end, then she could endure it, especially with Deacon by her side.
“You know, most women would jump at the chance to be a duchess.” Deacon’s deep voice rumbled in her ear, his lips brushing the tender skin of the lobe.
“Well, I would have had to have known you were a Duke to try and trap you for a title.” She pulled back and gave him a pinch to his side. “Did it occur to you to clue me in before we got here?”
“Yes, it did, but I like to surprise you. Your reactions are priceless,” he said, completely unapologetic.
“I looked stupid back there.”
“You looked beautiful, sexy enough to make me want to drag you back to my place.”
Oh, she wanted that, too. She leaned into him, letting him brush her mouth with a kiss that ended on a sigh from her and a muttered curse from him.
He pulled her the few steps onto the dance floor and swirled her out before pulling her in against his chest. She laughed, the unexpected discovery that he had this talent making her a little giddy. He was just one big surprise tonight.
“I didn’t know you liked to dance,” she said.
“I don’t. It gives me an excuse to hold you close without getting disapproving looks. These people are so…British.” He moved them among other couples, deftly maneuvering them closer and closer to the wall of glass double doors that led to a balcony. The balcony doors were open to let in the cooler air of early fall. “And holding you close covers up my boner.”
Meet Robin Covington!
Robin Covington, who NYT Best Selling authors, Robyn Carr and Carly Phillips, said was their new “auto-buy author”, writes sizzling hot contemporary and paranormal romance.
A Night of Southern Comfort, her best-selling debut novel was named a 2012 finalist in the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Awards, earned 4.5 stars and was touted by RT Book Reviews as bringing a “fresh, modern feel to the genre while still sticking to the things that get our adrenaline pumping — sex and danger”. When she’s not exploring the theme of fooling around and falling in love, she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Mangianello.
Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today.
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Thank you Robin for taking the time to stop by Literary Escapism!