Nocturnal Obsession is out now at all your favorite online retailers, just in time for Halloween!
Yes, Christof's book is finally here. Why not spend Halloween with this sexy vampire? You deserve a treat, and he promises to bite.
It's a sexy haunted thrill ride full of emotional turmoil, hot sex, and even a bonus fantasy scene sure to make your toes curl.
How about a teaser excerpt?
In the darkness of his penthouse, Christof strode to the new sofa he’d purchased after his altercation with Johnathan had broken the old one and the first baby grand. His vampiric vision lit the room. He sat in silence, thankful for the soundproofing that kept out the noise of the traffic and the casino.
He breathed deeply, attempting to calm himself once more. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and pictured Shelly atop him, riding him, making love to him.
He needed her more than ever.
If she knew what he was going through she wouldn’t have ignored him. He believed that in his heart. It helped give him the strength to stay put and not go on a killing spree.
Besides, innocent deaths wouldn’t make him feel better. Hell, it would probably backfire and make him feel even shittier. He didn’t need any more nightmares to fight.
No. He was better off staying put and fighting off sleep some other way. And hoping he had no more ghostly visitors.
His vision of Shelly made him hard instantly, and a long, deep moan escaped his lips. It seemed so real, as if she truly was sitting astride him, grinding into him. “Shelly, love. I need you so.”
The feel of her body atop his, molding to his, was all he needed to pretend none of those nightmares existed. He wanted so badly for this to be real, but he would gladly settle for the illusion and hold onto it for as long as possible.
Her soft hand stroked his cheek. “It’s not Shelly, love. It’s Elise.”
His eyes snapped open. The redhead sitting on his lap wasn’t Rochelle.
It was Elise.
He sat frozen, terrified. His blood ran cold, his heart pounding so fast he thought it might explode.
Hallucinating again. That was all it could be. Leftover effects from the Rage.
He’d never consumed so much before.
Lightheaded, dizzy. The room spun along with his head.
“You’re not real. You weren’t before, and you aren’t now.” He squeezed his eyes closed, knowing when he opened them the apparition would be gone.
“Good choice of wording, love. Apparition. Ghost. Maybe that is what I am, otherwise, how could I do this?”
He peered through slitted eyes, afraid of fully opening them. She held her decapitated head in her hand, blood streaming from her neck, both on her body and over her hand. Her white dress streaked with blood the same as it had the day he’d killed her. He slammed his eyes closed.
He shook his head violently. “No. This isn’t real. I’m just hallucinating.” The fact that she’d read his mind made him certain. Surely a ghost couldn’t do such a thing.
He reminded himself that ghosts didn’t exist. He summoned the strength to open his eyes to glare at the hallucination.
“Vampires aren’t real either, love.” Her disembodied head spoke to him.
A shock of terror rolled up his spine. “Stop saying that word like that.”
“But it is how you speak to the women in your life. I quite like it. Too bad I’ll never be able to use it with the man I love.” She twisted her hand back and forth, making her head shake slowly. “I’ve learned much over the last few months since my Bastian released my soul from that wretched dungeon where you killed me. I’ve watched all of you, learned your ways.”
She placed her head back on her body, and he released a long breath, some of the tension draining from him. The blood disappeared from her, too.
He reminded himself it was only the Rage. The hallucinations would stop soon. He could get through this.
He closed his eyes, his head relaxing into the back of the sofa.
A petite hand gripped his chin firmly, yanking his head up.
“Did that feel like a hallucination?” Her hand slithered down his neck and chest, and she rolled her hips atop him, feigning riding him once more. “You are no substitute for my Bastian, but you saw to it that he had no choice but to move on. He loves another now, maybe even more so than he ever loved me.”
Christof stared into her eyes. The pain in her emerald gaze melted his heart. “I…I don’t know what to say. I never wanted to hurt you this way, but you betrayed us…to a Hunter.”
She stilled her hips and slapped his face. “To my brother, whom I believed I could trust. I had no idea he was one of these Hunters. That was the only reason I kept it a secret from my Bastian. I thought all of Jacob’s talk of hunting vampires was some silly game, told like ghost stories.” She giggled. “Ghost stories. That is funny, isn’t it, love? Anyway, I had only learned vampires were real not long before you did this to me.”
She grabbed her head once more, tilting it to the side, opening a gaping wound dripping with blood. “I spent two hundred years trapped in that dungeon, plotting my revenge, just as I now know my Bastian had done during his punishment of isolation after you turned him in.” She snapped her head back in place. Her eyes began to glow with an anger he’d never seen before. “Where he failed, love, I promise you I will not.”
She leaned closer, her stare locked onto his neck. Fangs grew inside her mouth, longer and more deadly than any vampire’s.
He pushed at her but couldn’t move her. He tried to throw her off him, to bolt away from her, but she was too strong.
“Am I, love…or am I just messing with your mind?” She lunged at his throat, but instead of those daggers in her mouth shredding him, her entire body dissolved into nothing, leaving an icy chill in her wake.
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