I thought this week would NEVER get here. Like NEVER. I’ve never had a double-release week, so this is awesome! I can’t tell you how excited I am about ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT. I think Duke became one of my favorite heroes ever and totally surprised me…but I’m getting ahead of myself. Today, I’m going to put up a new excerpt and tease you with a few questions from an upcoming interview with Duke.
Entice Me At Twilight
Doomsday Brethren Series, Book 4 – Duke’s story
Publisher: Pocket Books
Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance
Release Date: October 26, 2010
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In national bestselling author Shayla Black’s electrifying new novel, the Doomsday Brethren fight their mortal enemy for the newest weapon in a bloody magical war: the only woman a magical warrior shouldn’t claim…and the one he can’t resist.
Dangerously handsome Simon Northam, Duke of Hurstgrove, and his uptight barrister brother hardly get along, but crashing Mason’s wedding and stealing his fiancée take sibling rivalry to a new level. Duke’s family knows nothing of his magical prowess or the Doomsday Brethren, so how can he explain that mankind’s fate lies with the beautiful, tenacious bride he longs to seduce for himself?
Felicia is an Untouchable, a rare human whose presence disables magic—even the impenetrable forces surrounding Morganna le Fay’s tomb. The evil witch’s malicious powers could propel nefarious wizard Mathias to ultimate world domination . . . if he can resurrect her. To conceal herself, Felicia must heed her simmering desires to mate with Duke, but he risks binding his life—and sanity—to a lover whose loyalty may be forever torn. He faces a terrible choice: betray his brother for ultimate survival… or lose the woman who tempts him beyond control.
“A little magic, romance and gripping suspense combine to create an enchanting tale. This is truly a top-notch addition to the Doomsday Brethren series.” ~ RT Book Review
5 Blue Ribbons! “Passionate, magical, and just downright sexy…ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT is the perfect story…” ~ Romance Junkies
“…once again the reader is swept away into a world of danger and magic as the characters grow and the plot thickens. A great series and a wonderful read!” ~ Fresh Fiction
“The latest Doomsday Brethren romantic fantasy, ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT, is a stupendous thriller… Shayla Black entices readers to stay up long past Twilight to finish this terrific tale.” ~ Harriet Klausner
5 stars! “Shayla Black is a premier writer of passionate yet emotional novels. Danger, passion and emotion make ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT an attention-grabbing read during every engrossing scene.” ~ Single Titles
Top Pick! “Entice Me at Twilight is an action packed, emotionally intense novel that will enchant the heart… Another great read by Shayla Black that will be added to my keeper shelf.” ~ Night Owl Romance
“…hot and emotional, grabbing readers from the beginning, and the action will keep you on the edge of your seat. ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT is a book I highly recommend.” ~ Romance Reviews Today
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A sudden crash of the door against the wall, coupled with a feral growl, startled Felicia. Her blood froze and her heart flipped over. Fearing attack, she whirled. It wasn’t Mathias and the Anarki. Instead, she found danger of another kind.
Hurstgrove. His hair was uncharacteristically mussed, as if he’d raked a hand through it over and over. His pupils were dilated. A flush darkened his bronzed face. His wide chest, visible beneath his half unbuttoned shirt, rose and fell with each agitated breath. Need jumped through her belly, then pulsed lower.
“Felicia.” His normally cultured voice rattled across the room, echoing off the walls. Stark. Aggressive.
Oh dear God. His intent was unmistakable. He’d come to claim her.
Felicia bit her lip as her gaze traveled down, over Hurstgrove’s hard abdominals and narrow hips to see— Bloody hell. He was aroused. Very.
In response, her body throbbed, the ache deep, strong, demanding. She released a ragged breath, her yearning to touch him so deep, she clenched her fist to contain it.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the other women exchange meaningful glances.
Felicia frowned. “Hurstgrove, I—”
“Damn it! My bloody name is Simon.” He charged across the room and clasped her in a feverishly tight grip. “You are my mate. Say my name.”
She hesitated. If she did, would the added intimacy give him the green light to ravish her and draw her deeper under his spell? They should seal this union. But as desperately as she wanted him, how could sharing a bed with him not affect her heart?
No doubt he was the sort of lover who made lying back and thinking of England impossible. She shivered. It wasn’t merely the sex—at which Felicia had no doubt he’d be quite skilled—but the intimacy. His kisses. His touch. His sensual heat. His whispered words. His possession. All would deepen her feelings, put her heart in peril. The part of her that had never stopped weeping after Deirdre’s death was terrified of being that unguarded with anyone again.
Felicia tried to ease away from Hurstgrove. His grip held like iron. Both panic and excitement zipped through her.
He glared at the other women. “Get out. Now.”
Jaws dropping, Kari exited quickly, followed by Sydney and Anka. Olivia paused to pat her shoulder on her way out the door.
“Wait!” she called after them.
They went on, falling quickly out of sight. Only Sabelle lingered in the doorway.
Felicia tried to swallow her rising desire and anxiety. “What’s happening?”
Hurstgrove’s fingers dug deeper into her shoulders. “What should have happened the moment you spoke the Binding. I’m going to kiss you, then sink deep inside of you until you know exactly which brother you belong to.”
Felicia sucked in a breath, her insides pulsing at his words.
“It’s mating fever,” Sabelle murmured. “His instincts… He kissed you some days ago, sending his body into awareness. Once he spoke the Call, he became a ticking bomb.” Regret spread over her soft features. “Sorry. I should have realized…”
That Hurstgrove would become sexually demanding? Felicia stared up into his blunt, dominating stare. He wanted her; he meant to take her.
Ignoring her attraction was her best means of self-preservation. Two days ago, she could have. The past twenty-four hours had peeled back his layers, proving he was brave, committed, smart, self-sacrificing. After fleeing through the night with Hurstgrove, kissing him, Binding to him, something in her had changed. She’d cleaved to him in some way that had nothing to do with the words they’d exchanged and everything to do with her feelings for him. Knowing he’d visited a surrogate had ripped her open with a hurt she didn’t want to experience again. But if she refused him, she would.
Doing without him now would hurt her more.
Felicia rubbed at her forehead in confusion. For the first time, she was tempted to indulge in the heady rush of sensations and emotions coursing through her…even at the risk to her heart.
Still, if his fixation with her faded, Hurstgrove could crush her. If? No, when. But what would happen if she rejected him now, didn’t seal this union? Mathias would find her and kill them both.
“What’s happened to him?” she whispered to the witch.
Hurstgrove leaned closer until Felicia felt the heat of his body pouring off in waves. A drum beat of desire pounded inside her. “Buckle up, Sunshine. I plan to strip you bare and taste you, before I sink my cock inside you, so deep for so long, you won’t remember ever being without me.”
Felicia’s desire ramped up viciously.
“It’s a fever. It will pass,” Sabelle assured. “If you don’t want this, I’ll call my Aunt Millie. She can sedate him. She’ll only need to keep him under for a few weeks. A month at most.”
A month! Everything inside her rebelled against that. It was too cruel. And too dangerous.
Hurstgrove had risked everything to save her, done his best to respect her boundaries, even allowing himself to sink into this fever, rather than press her. Even now, with every muscle taut and trembling, he restrained himself, awaiting her reply.
“If we don’t sedate him?” She heard her own voice shake.
Sabelle hesitated, looking as if she was deciding how to break bad news.
Having no such qualms, Hurstgrove gripped Felicia’s chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “There isn’t anything or anyone that will stop me from taking you in every way I possibly can, every moment of every day, until you know you’re mine.”
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Here’s a little snippet of my Q & A with Duke. Enjoy…
Question: I know that most of the wizards were not familiar fighting without using magic. What is it like during one of Marrok’s training sessions?
Answer: Utter hell. In fact, when Felicia asks me about my ability to perform a physical task, I assure her it’s no trouble at all because Marrok is like the most demanding personal trainer. On fast forward. In an endless loop. I don’t look forward to Marrok’s training sessions, but they’re necessary.
Question: You’re family isn’t aware of your powers. How are you able to keep your family from finding out?
Answer: Shortly after my transition, I distanced myself from my remaining family. As a grown man, my mother wasn’t terribly surprised by further cutting of the apron strings, but I apparently alienated my younger half-brother with not only my reserve, but I inadvertently seduced his French tutor, on whom he had a crush. It was the beginning of years of animosity. While painful, it served my purpose.
Question: I hear your brother is getting married. What do you think of his bride?
Answer: Lovely woman. Gorgeous, intriguing, prickly, sexy as the devil… She doesn’t belong with him. Mason and Felicia are definitely friends, but something more? I cannot see that happening. Ever. I regret that I must steal her away from their wedding in order to keep her safe, but I won’t have her in jeopardy for any reason…
I got my copies on Monday of ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT. Hope you’ll do the same!