Addicted to Fang: Intoxication
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by Dena de Paulo
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Telepath and succubus-in-training Ella Hustad's fate changes the day she discovers her survival hinges on the slip of a vampire's fang. It's a sensation that both terrifies her and excites. Accepting Dominic Sebastian, the vampire governor of the eastern quadrant, as her savior might work for her body but she's not sure if the rest of her is up to the challenge. His blissfully silent mind, his metallic gaze and the feel of his fangs is all she'll ever need... but is it what she wants? While on the hunt to save an unregistered active blood benefactor, Dominic falls under the hypnotic charm of Ella's blood. But that's not the only attraction. Desire, explosive and unrestrained, forges an unexpected bond between them. When another vampire wants Ella dead, Dominic must find a way to protect her or risk losing the one woman who can satisfy all of his fantasies.
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: November 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [228 KB]
Reading time: 152-213 min.
Clothes flew over her head and landed in the pile on the bed as Ella Hustad struggled to pull the little black miniskirt out of the bottom of the closet. "Finally," she mumbled as she stood holding the slippery little skirt. She pressed the small piece of cloth to her body and peered at her reflection in the mirror.
"Kate!" Ella shouted through the open door. "I need some advice."
Staccato footsteps clicked down the hallway. "Seriously, you're not dressed yet?" Kate Berry said just as she rounded the doorway. She froze, gasped, then turned around.
Ella caught a glance of her normal bar outfit of stilettos, short shorts, and a black tank top with the words, The Bar stitched across her generous breasts. Her long blond hair sat in a high ponytail that swished from side to side.
"You could have warned me you're naked. Damn, Ella. We need to open The Bar now, and you don't have a thing on!"
Ella dropped the skirt, picked up the floor fan, and held it up to her breasts. "You don't understand. I'm burning up. Like it's summer with no air conditioning."
Sighing, Kate moved into the room, pushed the clothes off the corner of the bed, and sat on the edge. She darted a glance at Ella before she searched the mound on the bed, then pulled out a silver tank top and threw it in Ella's direction. "Do you feel sick?"
"No, but my skin is crawling. I have more energy than should be legal. Hell, I killed the batteries in my dildo again." Ella pulled on the tank and looked down. "I feel like I'm going to explode, like I'm in heat or something."
"Again." Kate rolled her eyes. "And you're acting like you were you biologically induced with feline hormones or paranormal shit?"
"You never know." Ella grabbed the skirt from the floor and tugged it on. "Maybe I have X-files imprinted in my DNA."
"Right." Kate grabbed the hairspray from the dresser, and moved toward Ella.