Release Blog Tour for Passion Bites by Mary Hughes!
PASSION BITES
by Mary Hughes combines a light, humorous and action-filled plot with red-hot
romance.
Luke Steel never knew a woman shaking her finger under his nose could be so
sexy but when this broken vampire and a driven
doctor are seized by a passion neither can afford, they set in motion a chain
of events that could prove dangerous to both of them. Readers of SCROOGE ME
HARD by Milly Taiden or THE PROFESSOR WOOS THE WITCH by Kristen Painter will
love the ninth
installment in the Biting Love series.
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5
grand prize winners will receive a $10 Amazon Gift Card.
5 runner-ups will receive an eBook of choice from Mary’s backlist!
5 runner-ups will receive an eBook of choice from Mary’s backlist!
Passion Bites Synopsis:
Dr. Alexis Byornsson has her
hands full in the ER when her patient’s uncle blows into the exam room.
Stitching up a five-year-old’s cut is hard enough without a blond god
distracting her all to hell.
To say she’s furious is putting
it mildly—not that anyone would notice. Not with the legendary control that’s
earned her the nickname “Dr. Frozen”.
Luke Steel never knew a woman
chastising him could be so sexy. But for the first time in three hundred years,
passion stirs in his gut—along with panic. Since his wife was taken before his
eyes in a brutal attack, he’s sworn he’d never feel that powerless again.
Almost before either Luke or
Alexis realize what’s happening, they’re sharing a blazing kiss that shatters
her logical armor and unleashes his wholly unwanted mating instinct. And spurs
a closer-than-skin enemy to put into motion a devastating plan for revenge.
Warning: This book contains a hot doctor and a
hotter vampire messing up sterile surfaces. The usual rogue shenanigans, but
this time covering deeper motives. Hang on to your stethoscopes at what’s
revealed!
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Excerpt
#1:
“You
are not taking my townhouses.”
I glared up into Julian’s blue eyes…no, actually they were a distinct shade of
peeved violet.
“They’re
not your townhouses.”
The lawyer gritted the words around canines a mite longish, and his tone
promised death and dismemberment, not necessarily in that order.
Anybody
else would’ve been crapping pants’ loads of bricks.
But
those voice and eye tricks reminded me of hospital administrators, focused on
the almighty bottom line instead of patient care. I’d battled enough of them
who’d wielded tone and expression like blunt swords. I wasn’t that impressed.
Besides,
I’d had a trying night, and though I ate healthy and exercised, at thirty-nine
the little aches and pains of aging were knocking at my muscles and joints.
If
he was cranky, I could be cranky right back.
I
kicked up my jaw and met him stare for stare. “Yes, they are. Those townhouses
are mine.”
“They’re
not yours until you pay for them.”
“I
put down earnest money plus a security deposit. Ten thousand dollars.” My
throat thickened on the words. That ten thousand was all I had. As a physician
I made a fair amount, but hefty school loans and a somewhat open hand with my
patients, shelters and other charities insured I’d hemorrhaged most of my
savings. Yet when the opportunity came, I had to jump on it with everything I
had left; Lizelle needed me. “Those buildings are as good as mine, and you’d
better back off.”
“You
dare to tell me I should
back off?” Julian surged forward—not a psychological trick this time, but real
emotion goosing him.
I
flinched away.
Before
he could force me off the stoop with his sheer presence, long male fingers
curled around his biceps, slim but insanely strong because they immediately
checked him.
My
body stirred at the strength in those artistic fingers.
The
face belonging to the fingers appeared in the doorway a moment later, a movie
star’s gorgeous close-up framed by hair of sunshine—and eyes glittering
red-gold in the electric light.
Luke
Steel.
My
body rose up and shouted halleluiah. I gave
it an annoyed whack. Sputtered, “What are you doing here?”
Luke
slid past Julian onto the stoop, a lazy smile curving his lips. “Saving you
from a tongue lashing.”
Tongue
lashing? If it were Luke’s hot tongue…argh.
“I can hold my own in an argument.”
“Even
with a lawyer?”
“Especially
with a lawyer.” I glared around him at Julian.
Julian
glared back, violet eyes shading angry red—until Luke popped an elbow back into
his gut.
“Oof.” Julian’s eyes cooled to blue. “I
don’t have time for this. Steel, deal with her.” He spun and stalked off.
Leaving
me face-to-face with six-three of graceful power.
About Mary Hughes:
As a girl, Mary Hughes spun romantic,
happily-ever-after stories to get to sleep. A husband, family, two degrees and
a blackbelt later, she's delighted to spin them for readers.
She's lived with love and loss, in bright times and dark, and learned we can
all use a break from reality every now and then.
So join her for action, sparkling wit and red-hot love. Strong men. Stronger
women.
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