NOW RELEASED, Masquerade, Erotic Paranormal Romance

Masquerade

Kayden McLeod

Buy-Link:

http://silverpublishing.info/product_book_info/new-release-c-1/masquerade-p-95

Erotic Paranormal Romance (Werewolves, Vampires and Zombies)

Publisher:

Silver Publishing

Heat-Rating:

Three Flames, Boiling

Tagline:

What lies behind the façade isn’t always what it seems

Summary:

Abigail claimed the land of North Vancouver as her own, sharing it only with a clan of vampires, the Jericho Coven, who accepted the werewolf into their territory without qualm. Within their numbers is one, Cyrus Jericho; a suave, brooding vampire who isn’t quite as he appeared. He declares Abigail for his own the moment they meet, despite the fact that another werewolf pack is in British Columbia looking to claim Abigail into their midst, no matter what they must do to see that goal complete.

SneakPeekWednesday; Masquerade, Excerpt Four

Masquerade

Kayden McLeod

http://www.kaydenmcleod.com/

Publication Date: October 30^th 2010

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (Werewolves, Vampires and Zombies)

Publisher: Silver Publishing

Website: http://silverpublishing.info/

Heat-Rating: Three Flames, Boiling

Tagline:

What lies behind the façade isn’t always what it seems

Summary:

Abigail claimed the land of North Vancouver as her own, sharing it only with a clan of vampires, the Jericho Coven, who accepted the werewolf into their territory without qualm. Within their numbers is one, Cyrus Jericho; a suave, brooding vampire who isn’t quite as he appeared. He declares Abigail for his own the moment they meet, despite the fact that another werewolf pack is in British Columbia looking to claim Abigail into their midst, no matter what they must do to see that goal complete.

Excerpt Four (Rated PG):

Abigail was nervous. Of course she would be. Who wouldn’t?

Being out of her realm of experience, she didn’t know how to take most of it, but the one thing she understood above everything else now; Cyrus meant her no harm. He’d been sincere in his efforts to protect her, even coming to her rescue. Something she’d been unacquainted with, but could fast get used to.

What could she say? Cyrus got under her skin.

Off a little in the distance she heard an eerie groan, one sounding like the entity emitting it was in unexpected pain. And it didn’t sound human – or anything even close to it. But before she could inquire about it…

“Sabern, something is coming out of the ground, by that grave,” one of the wolves said anxiously. “What should we do?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Sabern snapped with his eyes wide. “I don’t even know what’s going on.”

A piercing shriek of anger erupted from behind them, and all but Cyrus and Dina whirled to see what came for them now. The ground bulged and something unidentifiable tried to emerge.

Another one of the younger wolves lost control and exploded into his change with fits of screeching, adding to the strange noises going on around them.

Abigail didn’t know if she should be concerned, considering Cyrus and Dina appeared completely unruffled by all of this. Her attention never stayed on any one thing before something else dragged it to the next sight, and she couldn’t escape the feeling everything had barely begun.

Suspense petrified the atmosphere – or would that be whatever Dina whispered now? Could it be that she fed the wolves fear, because they became increasingly severe in their actions, far more than Abigail would’ve expected from an animal. She didn’t know any more than they did about the goings on, yet she remained far calmer than they could claim.

“I play for keeps.” Dina stared her in the eye. “I can read your mind much like I can theirs, Abby, and always have been able to. For vampires, there are a wide range of spells that do a vast amount of things. Of course I would use it in making them panic, like they would have preferred for you.”

Cyrus’ arm snaked around Abigail’s waist, and his lips pressed against her hair. “Watch the children scatter, and do not worry over the next little while. None of these monsters will harm you; they were raised only to protect you. By the time we are done this night, the Armstrongs will never invade your territory again, kotyonok.”

“But what if I want to fight?”

“Then by all means, do as you see fit. If you wish to impose your revenge on them, do so. Only know what is about to happen will not harm you.”

Abigail didn’t know a thing about black magic, never dabbling in any such art, but as she looked at her friend, she knew Dina had. In a strange way it comforted her, that along with their confidence over the coming battle.

She felt renewed. No longer fearing Sabern and crew would drag her back to Alberta. And if they escaped this situation alive, Cyrus would never let them come back. Abigail had never felt sheltered before, but she did now and she would pin that fact on the man at her side.

A ragged groan had Abigail whirling in the opposite direction to see a hand burst from the nearest grave, the frayed flesh barely clinging to the grayed bone that showed through the decay. Her superior senses had her wincing from the putrid smell brought with it. The ground itself shook like an earthquake on the verge of its peak. Graves in front and behind them ruptured in geysers, throwing dirt over the enemy, but strangely missing Dina, Cyrus and Abigail.

Confusion reigned and as promised, the wolves scattered.

SneakPeekWednesday; Masquerade, Excerpt Three

Masquerade

Kayden McLeod

http://www.kaydenmcleod.com/

Publication Date: October 30^th 2010

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (Werewolves, Vampires and Zombies)

Publisher: Silver Publishing

Website: http://silverpublishing.info/

Heat-Rating: Three Flames, Boiling

Tagline:

What lies behind the façade isn’t always what it seems

Summary:

Abigail claimed the land of North Vancouver as her own, sharing it only with a clan of vampires, the Jericho Coven, who accepted the werewolf into their territory without qualm. Within their numbers is one, Cyrus Jericho; a suave, brooding vampire who isn’t quite as he appeared. He declares Abigail for his own the moment they meet, despite the fact that another werewolf pack is in British Columbia looking to claim Abigail into their midst, no matter what they must do to see that goal complete.

Excerpt Three (Rated R):

“I want you,” she whispered; a thread of sound that wrapped around his cock in a stranglehold.

Cyrus fully understood that before she’d said it, but the words held a fathomless meaning, filling him with joy and possessiveness the likes he barely conceived. He couldn’t stand not having her right this instant, to be buried deep inside of her, kissing her – making her moan out his name while making her come.

But it remained to be seen if she could let him under that full skirt that trailed to the marble floor so beautifully, accenting her ample figure that begged to be touched – by him. Stupidly, he thought of Sabern touching her.

The thought of any other man, especially that Armstrong mongrel, induced immediate bloodlust fantasies he would make damned good on. This idea alone made his lip curl back over his teeth, and a low growl escape his throat that made Abigail’s eyes heat even more.

Abigail was his. And she wanted him. Cyrus could see it, only making his need worse. Same as the wolf; he would know something like this automatically and not have to spend weeks, months debating. It was the animal, the best and worst part of them.

“Please, Cyrus?”

“You have me, milyi. I am nowhere else, but with you.”

“I know.” She looked at his chest, when he wanted nothing more than to maintain eye contact with her.

Cyrus’ fingers slipped under her chin to bring her face back up to kiss her more – to taste her, be closer and smell her with his finely tuned sense, sink into her curves and cherish every one of them when he could finally run his tongue along them.

He picked her up by the waist to place her on the granite topped wooden cabinet against the wall, unable to hold back anymore, knowing she would not deny him.

“What are you going to do now?” She asked, the spark flaring in her eyes and telling him the story of the fantasies going on behind her eyes.

“Mmm, to taste other parts of you.” Cyrus pushed at the heavy skirts, reminded of days of old when women knew how to dress properly, unlike nowadays. He favored this garb she wore; sensing red was a commonly used color with her, which suited him fine. With her creamy complexion and dark curls, it set off everything else elegantly and tastefully. Another concept the modern day woman had overlooked.

Finally getting the material to her hips, he groaned at the sight of her bare sex. He loved to imagine that while Abigail had been dressing, she’d known going panty-less would drive him nuts.

“A vixen.”

“As if you aren’t lethal on the senses,” Abigail murmured, breath hitching when he smiled suavely.

“Only when it suits me, sweet. And you, definitely suit me.”

Cyrus kissed her inner thigh, moving up as Abigail shifted back and forth, impatient for him.

***

Will he ever get that blessed tongue where I need it? He might kill me before he’s through.

Said tongue swirled around in circles up her thigh, making her squirm. Daresay, Abigail was ticklish, but she would be damned if that particular nuisance in her genetic makeup would be revealed to a wolf such as Nikolay Rostovtzeff. She’d rather die first.

As he reached her apex, her thighs widened without thought, hands hiking the skirts further up her legs so she could watch him lick her with an unobstructed view. Her womb clenched, tightened – and she couldn’t help but wonder how much of this she could take before outright begging him to fill her.

But he continued to tease her, getting almost there before pulling back again. Abigail growled, inducing a dazzling smile from him. Waiting with bated breath, she suspected the world could explode around them and she wouldn’t even look away.

Cyrus’ mouth finally closed over Abigail and her back arched at the feel of him, shoulders pressing against the walls for leverage when his teeth gently pulled her clit, tongue just entering her between his lips, while he sucked over and over again.

SneakPeekWednesday; Masquerade, Excerpt Two

Masquerade

Kayden McLeod

http://www.kaydenmcleod.com/

Publication Date: October 30^th 2010

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (Werewolves, Vampires and Zombies)

Publisher: Silver Publishing

Website: http://silverpublishing.info/

Heat-Rating: Three Flames, Boiling

Tagline:

What lies behind the façade isn’t always what it seems

Summary:

Abigail claimed the land of North Vancouver as her own, sharing it only with a clan of vampires, the Jericho Coven, who accepted the werewolf into their territory without qualm. Within their numbers is one, Cyrus Jericho; a suave, brooding vampire who isn’t quite as he appeared. He declares Abigail for his own the moment they meet, despite the fact that another werewolf pack is in British Columbia looking to claim Abigail into their midst, no matter what they must do to see that goal complete.

Excerpt Two (Rating PG):

Cyrus stood alone at the bar when Ada walked back into the party with Dina and who he now assumed to be the party-planner, Abigail.

He liked to think himself suave and not so easily ruffled, but that single moment in time, both proved wrong. The moment he laid eyes on the she-wolf, he went weak in the knees and a fine sweat worked over his body.

And that was from across the room.

He stared at his hand that shook ever so slightly. And to make matters worse, Ada made eye contact with him and smiled, making a beeline straight for him with the wolves in tow.

It would be a very rough night.

“Cyrus, may I introduce you to Abigail Weber, the party-planner,” Ada said in a smooth voice that revealed nothing of her increased heart rate pounding in his ears, signifying her anxiety.

He discreetly sniffed the air, but what he came up with blew his mind. The wolf is in heat. When his mind filtered this information to him his cock hardened, making him crave the party-planner like nothing else. Not even the whiskey he treasured like a favored lover came even close.

The worst impact to his libido had to be how Abigail reacted to him. Her breath shuddered into her lungs, heart thumping and going far faster than Ada’s. Her hand curled around her black clutch, holding it tightly to her stomach, right over her womb.

Cyrus was thrilled to know he wasn’t the only one affected.

Her exquisite beauty! It rivaled and surpassed any female in the room, regardless of race. Even with her mask covering the top half of her face, he could still see it, the perfect lines of her face – and her body; it was enough to drive the sanest man mad.

“Hello, milyi,” he replied softly, and he swore she sighed at the sound of his voice.

“Ahh, Cyr, such a charmer,” Dina smiled gratefully.

Dina knew something he didn’t, though this didn’t surprise him. Surely a normal occurrence, one he had long since accustomed himself to. She was a strange animal, to say the least, but that was his Dina.

“You know him?” Abigail whispered to her friend.

“Very well. We have known each other for years.” Dina didn’t meet her eyes when she said it. Protecting him no doubt, as much as herself.

“Cyrus, I highly recommend you ask our Abby for a dance,” Ada asked – an order under the guise of a request. And keep an eye on our new friends. This most recent development, I am sure you have noticed by the state of your pants, has not gone undetected by them. I was foolish enough, not taking into account her going into heat. It will spur them on even more.

Then kick them out.

Cyr, the point of knowing what they do, and when they do it is still important to me. Abigail will fight to the death for her territory. And I outright refuse to leave her alone for this coming battle. Sabern wants her, badly. I can smell it on him. And while Abby is a strong wolf, she can’t take them all on, even though she will without thought or question. And if they threaten us, she will lay her life down in protecting our Coven for taking her in. I cannot stand that thought. I know there is much about your past life you have not told us and I do not pry now, but I have a feeling you are capable of adequately defending her.

Now that was definitely true. He looked Dina in the eye over Abigail’s head, seeing the cold expression she hid from everyone else, the feel of friendliness leaving her for a brief moment. Dina had full intentions of protecting Abigail. She cherished this rare, real friend in her life, and what these vampires didn’t know about his long-time companion, would and could, kill the rival pack.

And the same could be said about him.

SneakPeekWednesday; Masquerade, Excerpt One

Masquerade

Kayden McLeod

http://www.kaydenmcleod.com/

Publication Date: October 30^th 2010

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (Werewolves, Vampires and Zombies)

Publisher: Silver Publishing

Website: http://silverpublishing.info/

Heat-Rating: Three Flames, Boiling

Tagline:

What lies behind the façade isn’t always what it seems

Summary:

Abigail claimed the land of North Vancouver as her own, sharing it only with a clan of vampires, the Jericho Coven, who accepted the werewolf into their territory without qualm. Within their numbers is one, Cyrus Jericho; a suave, brooding vampire who isn’t quite as he appeared. He declares Abigail for his own the moment they meet, despite the fact that another werewolf pack is in British Columbia looking to claim Abigail into their midst, no matter what they must do to see that goal complete.

Excerpt One (Rating PG):

A figure stumbled from behind the nearest trunk, one so incredibly wide, it was no wonder how it hid this man—what she thought to be a man.

The silhouette froze in motion, foot not even touching the dead grass when he saw her standing there, displayed so vulnerably beside the broken angel.

He snarled, gaze moving to the space on the ground at his side, before cutting back to her. His quiescence seeped into Abigail, and she stood at his mercy. Not that there would be any; not from him.

When he moved into the light, she shook in foreign cowardice. Somewhere, deep inside, Abigail knew him. Impossible not to recognize him, even if her mind wouldn’t bring up the facts associated with the creature before her.

He rushed into motion, leaping into the air. Abigail didn’t so much as flinch when he landed in front of her, revealing a masquerade of “human” flesh. For whatever this thing was, it had never been as such. It certainly wasn’t like her.

His long, dull hair lay upon his shoulders saturated with filth and leaves, falling around him in a disarray of stringy, dirty white. His red-rimmed blue eyes focused on Abigail, and her alone; flickering with a predatory nature that grated against her own.

She felt like he’d made a silent declaration while they maintained eye contact, and somehow she knew, he had claimed her in some form. But in which context, she had no idea.

Something within her flared, sparked back into being and reminded her that Abigail would never be weak or compliant. This time wouldn’t be any different, dream or no.

“Abigail,” he called in a shallow voice that grated on her nerves. In the back of her mind, the possessiveness in which he said her name angered her.

Then her eyes strayed to the rounded object in his hand; a gore–stained, severely mangled skull. With little room to doubt that it could be an old bone dug from the ground, she cringed. The only reason she knew this; the chunks of flesh still attached were fresh, the bone beneath luminescent in the moonlight.

Then her gaze moved to the base of the tree, seeing the decapitated corpse there. This entity must have killed and eaten parts of it – stripping it nearly bare before her arrival.

A monster, no less.

The stained clothes were enough evidence of that fact. Its garb wasn’t of this time, but that of olden days long since been seen – parted shirt baring a blood-coated chest, broken up with ties of blue upon ashen flesh holding the material together, tight-fitted pants flaring over grimy, sodden boots.

This thing had made a real mess of its snack, something she would never do. Abigail had seen and done a great many things in her life, but this had never been among them.

Run, damn it, run! She screamed at herself. Make your feet work. Do you wish to end up like its past meal? Turn tail, and get the hell out of here!

The man began to speak in a language she ill understood—or perhaps it did, in fact, speak English, but its growls garbled it past recognition. But eventually the words became clearer to her.

“Abigail, so beautiful,” he said calmly, not looking in her direction, but at whatever lay behind her.

She backed up until she collided with the nearest tombstone, stupidly pleased about the fact that she could finally move of her own accord, thinking herself safe. Surely now she could escape.

Wrong.

“Mine.” He looked pointedly at her, and she sneered in response.

“I belong to no one,” Abigail snapped. As usual, her tongue got the better of her.

His eyes narrowed on her. “I beg to differ, moj ljub. I want you, and I always get what I want.”

His hypnotic eyes enraptured her, for a moment seeing past the gruesome image he represented, and seeing just the man.

Distraction could be a bitch. In this case, that was a definite.

The dirt burst underneath Abigail’s feet, spraying up to her knees. She looked to see a bare-bone hand escape the soil and grab her ankle in a painful grip, joints biting into her flesh as the second arm revealed itself from the swirl of dirt.

“Abby, you will never escape me.”

And she screamed.