Blurb:
Fairy
tales can come true…
Miller Fenwick wants the kind of happy
ending his best friend got, with the hunky werewolf of his dreams. Trouble is,
there doesn’t seem to be a Prince Charming on the horizon, and casual
encounters don’t cut it anymore. Now that Alexx and Raoul are engaged, Miller
is becoming resigned to being the bridesmaid, never the bride. But a chance
encounter with a sexy stranger at Charisma has his hopes soaring, and his heart
is wide open to possibilities.
Holt Wynne is the head of Helios, the
largest vampire organization in the country. He’s a very influential and
wealthy man, with a deep-seated hatred of werewolves. His running into Miller
at Charisma isn’t entirely accidental. He’d meant to wait, but his emotions got
the better of him, and he couldn’t stay away. And now see what he’s done…
Wait until Miller finds out he’s sort of
just gotten married to the sexy vampire who hates the people who are Miller’s
best friends. Sparks are gonna fly—and not just in the bedroom. One thing for
sure—life in Crescent Bay is never dull!
Excerpt:
Miller
forced himself to take a breath, unaware until he did that he’d stopped
breathing.
Quit being ridiculous. Wine going to
your head already?
But
he’d only had the one glass. And he hadn’t even finished that. He wasn’t such a
lightweight, when it came to holding his alcohol, and he knew it.
He
told himself it was just his imagination. But just to be safe, he began a slow
cautious turn, looking around him, without appearing to be searching for anything—or
anyone.
And
there he was.
Standing
a heartbeat away from Miller was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen in his
life. A man every bit as sexy as Raoul Marchand, although not in the same feral
way as the werewolf.
This
man was light where Raoul was dark. His hair was a honey blonde which stood out
by virtue of being obviously natural, in a place where most blondes were either
created by the sun or came from a bottle. He stood a little taller than Miller,
exuding a presence that went beyond the merely physical, possessed of the
bearing and mien of a veritable god.
But
it was his eyes that drew Miller in and held him spellbound. Blue and green,
like staring into tropical waves, flecked with bits of pure molten gold. And
the way he was staring at Miller was sending the most delicious shivers
traveling up and down his spine.
The
man took a step toward Miller, his hand outstretched. Before Miller quite
realized what had happened, he’d placed his own hand inside of the other man’s,
and he found himself being drawn onto the dance floor.
Bio:
Julie Lynn Hayes first began
publishing short stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different
ballgame altogether, and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in
2010 with the acceptance of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way
since that first book appeared, and is finding the journey a very educational
one.
She lives in St. Louis with her
daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true
love and happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the
happily ever after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself
in order to see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something
can’t be done—she feels compelled to do it.
When she isn’t writing, she enjoys
crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, needlepoint and knitting, and she
loves to cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is
Geoffrey Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind.
Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her
published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, Wayward Ink
Press, and Amber Quill Press.
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Holly crap! I want to read this! Now I need to know how everything melded together to become the smexy story this one seems to be. ;) Shmocking Hott!
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