The Cornwall Coven, Book Three; Demonic Pandemonium
Kayden McLeod
Publication Date:
January 26th 2010
Genre:
Erotic Paranormal Romance (Vampires)
Sub-Genre:
Horror
Publisher:
Silver Publishing
Website:
Heat-Rating:
Four Flames—Fiery
Tagline:
Sex, blood and rock and roll
Summary:
Pandora is a half-demon, alone in the world and good as abandoned, with a mother who barely tolerates her and a father who is unable to be with her nearly often enough for her tastes. She keeps to herself, and tries not to associate with others often, lest they discover her secret—until she meets Kevlar Cornwall. The two collide in ignorance of one another, but the sexual-attraction is indisputable and cannot be ignored, growing more profound with every passing moment. It blinds them to the lurking danger hiding just around the corner, out to end both their lives and everyone either of them have ever known or loved.
Excerpt Two (RATED: PG)
“Oh! I love this.” Kelly turned abruptly to walk up to a game. With this one, well over a hundred balloons stuck to a sheet of particleboard, and you threw darts as them to win. When she paid the man for five, the men groaned. It was obviously not a favourite past time for them.
“This is so easy, it’s almost unfair.” Matthew laughed.
“Yes, it is.” Marcus sighed.
“Have you ever played this game?” Kev’s hand pressed on my back, standing closer.
“Of course, have you?” I countered, and tried not to stutter when he leaned into me.
“You have to slow your heart-rate down. It’s jumping all over the place.”
“You can hear that?”
“I have exceptional hearing,” Kev said. “So, are you any good at this game? I have played it a lot, which by the way, I always win.”
“Always?” I rolled my eyes at the obvious maleness of this moment.
Marcus snickered behind us. When his hand flicked, he threw a perfect arch that popped the balloon in a sudden burst. He made it look too easy.
“Oh, yes,” Kev purred with self-satisfaction. For some obscure reason I liked the sound of it. The overconfidence that drove me nuts in others, intrigued me in him. “Always.”
I even felt amused, and possibly even a tiny bit challenged. Not to outdo him really—oh no, I already knew I could do that. I wasn’t a girl who needed to prove herself. Just screw with him.
“Then throw, Kev. Let’s watch you win.” I stepped well inside of his personal space.
Yet the closer I got, the more pronounced his affect on me became. I’d stopped, inadvertently allowing my breast to brush his arm. But I didn’t take much notice of it. My attention was all for him.
“Do you really believe that, Kevlar?” I asked in a breathy voice, just as his arm snapped back. His eyes widened dramatically, and I knew before he’d even finished the movement that it would’ve been a perfect throw. Had I not interfered.
The dart left his finger…
And he missed. It was nice to know the relentless attraction went both ways, and not just on my side.
Marcus stared at the misplaced dart and then back at me, absolutely stupefied. I believed if he continued for long, his face would stay like that permanently.
“I missed,” Kev said, appalled with himself.
And it was freakin’ awesome!
Kelly laughed again, a light tinkling of sound pleasant to the ears; purity not heard often outside of small, not-yet-jaded children.
“It would certainly appear so.” Marcus’ expression became unreadable. The way he watched me was indescribable, like he had just realized something huge about me. And I had no idea what it was.
“Oh, big deal,” Kelly muttered to him. “So, she’s hard to read. Some people are just like that.”
I had the feeling she tried to smooth something over. What was their problem? Did the big he-man get upset when he lost?
Too bad.
I laughed out loud, not able to help myself this time. There must be some pretty solid ground to Kev’s ego, if his friend’s appearances testified to anything.
“Umm, sorry,” I replied, sharing a mischievous glance with Kelly. But the men just looked at us like we had lost our minds. Bah! This was just too much fun.
“Okay, maybe we shouldn’t play this game anymore.” She turned, and I followed her until we burst back out into the sunlight. “Do you drink beer?”
“Yes,” I answered, startled by the abrupt change in topic.
“Beer garden, then?”
“Lead the way.”
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