Sep 20 2013 11:00am
Bound by Night: Exclusive Excerpt + Sweepstakes!
Heroes and Heartbreakers is delighted to be the final stop in the Book Bites Blog Tour for Larissa Ione’s exciting reveal of her new novel, Bound by Night. Each day this week, a different site featured new exclusive content by Larissa. Visit them all to get every last bit of news and fun! See the map above to find out where Larissa has been all week (Click here for a bigger view of the map). Now we're hapy to present a special exclusive excerpt with an intro from Larissa herself.
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Okay, so today I thought I'd give you an exclusive excerpt from Bound By Night. The reason I chose this particular scene is because it really shows how very prejudiced our hero and heroine are toward each others' species.
Nicole, our human heroine, hates vampires, and with good reason. Our hero, a vampire, despises humans, even though he used to be one. Now both Nicole and Riker go head to head, and I have to say, enemies-to-lovers is one of my favorite tropes, so I loved writing this scene. Hope you enjoy!
Get a sneak peek of Larissa Ione's Moonbound Clan Vampires series with this exclusive excerpt from the first book, Bound by Night (available September 24, 2013).
A WOMAN OUT FOR BLOOD
Nicole Martin was only eight years old when the vampire slaves rose up in rebellion and killed her family. Now she devotes her life to finding a vaccine against vampirism, hoping to wipe out her memories—along with every bloodsucker on the planet. But there’s one thing she cannot destroy: her searing, undeniable attraction for the one man she should hate and fear the most . . .
A VAMPIRE OUT FOR REVENGE
A member of the renegade vampire MoonBound Clan, Riker is haunted by demons of his own. When he recognizes Nicole and remembers how her family enslaved his loved ones, his heart burns for vengeance. But when he kidnaps Nicole and holds her in a secret lair, his mortal enemy becomes his soul obsession, his greatest temptation, and, perhaps, his only salvation—a hot-blooded lover who could heal him with her touch . . . or bury him forever.
Riker went down on his haunches in front of Nicole, and her heart skipped a beat. Maybe two. He was as imposing as he’d been at the mansion, and as huge as she’d remembered as a child. Always before when she’d thought about him, she’d wondered if her memory had exaggerated, if maybe her small size had made him seem bigger.
But no, if anything, he was larger than she’d remembered, an intimidating figure clad in jeans, a black T-shirt, and a black leather jacket that didn’t do enough to conceal the weapons stashed on his body. Worse, he was even more handsome, and how twisted and sick was it that she thought anything about this bastard was attractive? He was a vampire. One who had killed his own mate.
Yet she couldn’t deny his savage beauty, his chiseled cheekbones and full, crimson lips. Sterling eyes framed by thick lashes a few shades darker than his messy blond hair. A jaw as strong and sharp as a knife blade…or a vampire’s fang.
“I’d be careful about slinging around insults if I were you,” he said. “Can’t think of many that can’t be thrown right back in your face.”
Nicole could think of several. Bloodsucking fiend. Fanged monster. Every dentist’s nightmare. It was probably best to engage her tact switch, though. Chuck would be proud.
“Where are we?” She peeled her gaze away from him long enough to scan the surroundings. “What is this place?”
Now that she was sitting up and the blur in her vision had cleared, she could see that her initial impression was correct. She was in some sort of underground chamber. Faint light streamed through the tiny barred window in the door, allowing her a chilling view of chains and shackles secured to slabs of stone in the wall. But the thing that truly freaked her out were the rows of skulls, some human, some vampire, high up on one wall.
“You’re at my clan’s headquarters.” Riker flicked his tongue over a fang and grinned at her involuntary flinch. “In what we affectionately call the prey room.”
Prey room? Terror tightened around Nicole’s chest like a steel band. Breathing became a luxury as fear put a stranglehold on both her lungs and her memories. This was like something straight out of a horror movie, and while she’d expected nothing less from vampires, seeing it firsthand chilled her to her bones.
Calm down. Remember that vampires are as afraid of you as you are of them. The words of her therapist came back to her in a rush, easing her anxiety, but only a little. Riker didn’t strike her as being afraid in the least. But then, she’d dedicated her life to learning about vampire physiology, not psychology, so maybe she should trust what her therapist had said. Plant some doubt into him. Some fear. Then, maybe then, she could regain a measure of control.
And if worse came to worse, she had a weapon.
Clearing her throat, she shoved to her feet. Riker rose with her, much more gracefully than she.
“I don’t think you know who I am.”
“Really.” He folded his thick arms across his chest. “Enlighten me.”
She lifted her chin to look him directly in the eye. “Since you broke into my house, you must know I’m a member of one of the most powerful families in the world.” His expression remained impassive, but she didn’t falter. Even before she’d taken over at Daedalus, she’d still been involved with the company, and she’d earned her stripes in boardrooms full of stone-faced executives and shark-eyed lawyers. “But you made a fatal mistake, because I’m also the CEO of Daedalus Corporation. If the authorities aren’t aware that I’m gone already, they will be shortly, and I promise, very soon you’ll have the weight of every law enforcement agency on top of you. Not to mention VAST, and, most likely, every private bounty hunter my brother can hire.”
Riker might as well have yawned, he looked so bored. “I’m shaking in my human-skin boots.”
Son of a— Had he just said human skin? She looked down at his brown leather work boots. “Are those really…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Made of the soft, supple skin of a human orphan I stole from the loving arms of a caregiver?” When she nodded, he laughed. “The fact that you believe we’re such monsters says a lot about you.”
Right. Because the fact that he and his friend broke into her house, murdered her colleague, and kidnapped her didn’t lend any credence to the monster thing. “So prove me wrong. Let me go.”
“After you arrange for Neriya’s release.”
“Call me skeptical, but I somehow doubt you’ll just let me go my own way.” Casually, she rubbed her ruby ring against her thigh, taking comfort in its weight…and in the weapon concealed inside. “And I swear to you, I won’t go down easy.”
His gaze dropped to her neck. Automatically, she reached up, as if covering her throat would prevent him from sinking her teeth into it.
“Maybe I like a challenge,” he drawled.
“Let me have one of those knives strapped to your chest, and I’ll show you a challenge.”
The light of battle flared in his eyes, and a sinister smile curved his lips. “Do your best, human.” He whipped a dagger from a sheath and pressed it into her palm. “This should be fun.”
Copyright © 2013 by Larissa Ione.
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Air Force veteran Larissa Ione traded in a career as a meteorologist to pursue her passion of writing. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.