Excerpt for Crying For the Moon: (M/M paranormal romance)
Crying for the Moon
By: Sarah Madison | Other books by Sarah Madison
Word Count: 67488
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket (.prc), Epub
About the book
Vampire Alexei Novik may have the teeth and the coffin, but he’s given up the lifestyle for an old fixer-upper in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Weary of his past, Alex plans to keep to himself, but it seems his sexy, new neighbor, Tate, can’t take the hint—a good thing, since it turns out he’s handy for all kinds of things around the house. Tate even gets along with Alex’s werewolf friends, though one of them pointedly reminds Alex that their friendship is a bad idea.
If a platonic relationship is a bad idea, the growing attraction between Tate and Alex is a disaster waiting to happen. Loving Tate will draw him into Alex’s dangerous world, and Alex is torn between having the relationship he’s always craved and keeping Tate safe. Tate won’t take no for an answer, however, and seems to handle everything Alex can throw at him without blinking. Just when he thinks things might turn out all right after all, Alex’s past catches up with him—forcing him to make a terrible choice.
An excerpt from the book (rated R for language and adult situations)
Out in the hallway, he paused. “Nick’s going to be bringing Peter out in a second. Why don’t you show me the rest of the upstairs?” He headed toward the locked door, his hand reaching for the knob.
“That room’s off limits,” Alex said.
Tate stopped, his hand hovering over the handle, his gaze speculatively on the key in the lock. He lowered his hand to his side and smiled winningly at Alex. “Bluebeard’s chamber?”
“Something like that,” Alex agreed, surprised at how much he resented the existence of the coffin right now.
Tate nodded, all teasing vanished. “So, what’s in this room?” He indicated the other closed door in the hallway.
Alex made a face as he opened the door and revealed the chaos within. “It’s sort of my junk room at the moment.” A thin layer of sawdust covered the floor. The sander lay on its side beneath a set of sawhorses. A paint-spattered drop cloth lay piled against one wall, as well as several cans of paint and semi-washed out rollers. His toolkit was open; the contents scattered haphazardly around it from the last time he’d used it.
Tate stepped inside the room, surveying it as he stood in the center. “It wouldn’t take too much to clear it out,” he suggested. “Look, I have a spare mattress set up at my place that I’ve been dying for someone to take off my hands. We could take the Mystery Machine up there to get it and set it up in here. That would give you at least another place for people to sleep without resorting to the floor.”
“That’s too much trouble to go to for just a few days,” Alex said. “It’s not like I have guests staying over on a regular basis.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” Tate insisted. “Besides, things change.” His smile was warm and promising before he suddenly got an alert expression on his face. The smile returned, this time looking naughty. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Alex frowned. Usually his hearing was superior to everyone else’s. Usually you’re not so distracted, he thought.
Tate took hold of his sleeve and dragged him over to the wall, releasing Alex to place his ear near the pale green surface. “Listen.”
At first, all Alex could think about was how easily Tate touched people. First Nick, then Peter, now him. Then he heard running water. Made sense, the bathroom was on that side. Nick and Peter were in there now.
“No, ow!” He heard Peter’s protest clearly, followed by the lower, indistinct murmur of Nick’s response. He had no idea the walls were thin enough that Tate could hear through them. Of course, he realized that he seldom had anyone over and no previous way to test this fact.
“No, I’m serious, Nick, that fucking hurts. I don’t care if all my flesh rots off; you are not doing that again. Cut it out!” He heard the sound of a hand swatting a solid body.
“You are such a big baby,” Nick said, his voice almost soothing. “Come on, buddy. Let me help you out here.”
“Just leave me the fuck alone.” Peter sounded more pathetic than pissed.
“It can’t hurt everywhere,” Nick said in a reasonable tone of voice.
“Yes, yes, it does,” Peter insisted. “It hurts to just sit here. It hurts to fucking breathe. I’m not going to let you pour that shit on me and poke around in my lacerated flesh.”
“Big words, Professor. I’m almost done. Come on, that doesn’t hurt, does it?”
Alex strained to listen, pressing his ear up close against the wall as well. He found himself almost nose to nose with Tate, his expression wicked and charming. Alex started to pull back, but Tate grabbed him by the arm and briefly held a finger up to his lips.
“Well, no,” Peter admitted in a small voice. “That doesn’t hurt too much.”
“How about here?” Nick questioned and the husky overtones in his voice sent a little pool of heat to Alex’s belly. He thought he could make out the sound of lips against skin and he glanced involuntarily at Tate.
Tate’s pupils dilated suddenly, and his lips parted; his breathing was shallow and rapid. He smiled seductively at Alex when their glances met. He pulled Alex closer to him, so that their breath mingled; the warmth of Tate’s body was a siren song to Alex’s pulse.
“How about here?” Nick’s voice was practically a purr.
“You might have to go a little lower than that,” Peter suggested with a slight rasp to his voice.
Alex brought his hand to Tate’s face and pulled him all the way in for a kiss. He could feel Tate smile beneath his lips and then somehow Tate had turned them so that Alex’s shoulders had landed against the wall with a small thump, all the while continuing to kiss Alex hungrily. It had been a long time since Alex had kissed anyone like this. Victor hadn’t believed in kissing and only did it when seducing his next victim.
Tate kissed Alex as though he couldn’t get enough of him and the surge of excitement it caused made Alex want to strip him down then and there. Tate’s tongue pushing against his own brought to mind Alex’s hot tub fantasy. When Tate slipped a warm hand under Alex’s sweater and began to curl his fingers into Alex’s flesh, Alex opened his mouth with a small moan before Tate swallowed it down with another kiss.
“Did you hear something?” Alex heard Nick ask on the other side of the wall.
“Shut up and get back to what you were doing,” Peter ordered. “Hurt man in need of some comfort here.”
Alex heard Peter’s murmured, “Oh, yeah, now that’s more like it.” Tate kissed him fiercely, fucking Alex with his mouth, only to break off and nip at his throat. Alex couldn’t help it; he arched back and dug his fingers into Tate’s shoulders. Tate wasn’t shy with his teeth and the pleasure-pain sensation was exquisite. You know he’d like some of the same, Alex’s mind suggested evilly.
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