A Good Year by Tara Fox Hall Blog Tour Excerpt
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A GOOD YEAR
Tara Fox Hall
Series: Unhallowed Love Series
Genre: Paranormal Suspense with Romantic Elements
Publisher: Melange Books
Publication Date: February 7, 2017
Genre: Paranormal Suspense with Romantic Elements
Publisher: Melange Books
Publication Date: February 7, 2017
There's No Heaven....Like Hell
Faced with losing Pandora Productions as well as her best friend Rebecca to the smarmy Paul, savvy film executive Debbie makes a pact with the demon Shaker, agreeing to bind herself to him as his human master in return for killing Paul. When the intended coup goes amiss, resulting in the deaths of both Rebecca and Paul, Debbie finds herself alone at Pandora’s helm, facing a rising tide of corporate enemies led by Paul’s duplicitous son Dante and the behemoth Titan Pictures. Shaker’s backing smoothes the way, solving some problems supernaturally, others through brutal bloodshed, even as he calls into play various preternatural and human allies to assist Debbie.
As the months pass, Debbie’s strong resolve begins to crumble under the weight of her actions, even as she guiltily concedes the pleasure she finds in Shaker’s arms is becoming something more than just affection. Is there hope for a happy ending built on so much evil? Or is Debbie doomed to lose her heart as well as her soul to a demon who has only been waiting for the chance to claim both?
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“Tell me
everything,” Debbie asked, enrapt.
Shaker
laughed again, but there was something sad about this particular laugh. It made
Debbie wonder how much of Shaker’s easy attitude was real, and how much covered
a deep sorrow. “Wouldn’t you rather talk about something else, human, besides
death?”
“Why
don’t you want to tell me?” Debbie pressed, pushing the hand that had been
reaching out for him back into her lap.
“Because
you’re bound to me,” Shaker said softly, caressing her cheek with his taloned
hand. “And that means your fate after you die is sealed, Mistress. You will
never enter the gates of Heaven unless you give me up.” He leaned in close
again. “And I don’t intend to let you go.”
The kiss
this time was powerful, primal, seductive, and hotter than hell. Debbie
succumbed at once, throwing her arms around Shaker and embracing him, her mouth
opening on his. Shaker had deepened the kiss, his tongue probing and tangling
with Debbie’s, tasting her. In a minute, her yearning for him was
unbearable.
Shaker
stood with Debbie in his arms, and carried her into her bedroom. Setting her
gently on the bed, Shaker lay down beside her, then began to take off her
clothes.
“I can
get those,” Debbie said impatiently, pushing his hands away. “Take off yours.”
“I have
little to remove,” Shaker replied, his deep voice rumbling with lust. Yet he
began untying the loincloth he had always worn in her presence.
Debbie
stripped off her clothes then turned to Shaker. Her mouth dropped open at the
sheer size of him. What she had assumed would be comparable to a couple of
tomatoes approached grapefruit size...
“Yes, we
demons are well-hung, so to speak,” Shaker chuckled. “But I assure you I’ll be
gentle, Mistress. Would you like to be on top?”
“No,”
Debbie stammered quickly. “You.”
Shaker
moved atop her. Instead of a quick copulation, his seduction of her continued,
his kisses passionate as his hands roamed her body.
Carefully,
gently, he entered, then began thrusting.
Debbie
stopped him. “Wait.”
“Yes?”
Shaker intoned.
“I...um,
we...should there be protection?”
“I can
easily arrange a fruitless coupling,” Shaker said with a chuckle as he resumed
motion. “Lay back and enjoy, Mistress. I am planning more than several lengthy
acts, so you must conserve your strength.” He kissed down her throat, eliciting
an eager moan from Debbie. “Your pleasure is paramount in our play.”
Bonus Scene from A
Good Year
Sheila, Debbie’s best
friend, is wounded badly in the late fall when she is mistaken for Debbie and
attacked. An ally of Debbie’s, a vampire named Devlin, instructs his demon
Titus to heal her, but says the healing is very expensive and she will need to
pay him back. After being healed by demon magic, Sheila makes a full recovery.
Later in the book, Sheila refers to Devlin as “Dev” while reading his movie
script, prompting Debbie to ask whatever happened. Sheila says she had the “night
of my life”, and “doesn’t want to jinx it by kissing and telling.” Debbie takes
that to mean Sheila paid Devlin with sex, illogical as that is. Here is what
really happened that night….
“Thank you for
coming at my summons,” Devlin said as he entered the room, gesturing to a settee
as he sat in a chair ornate enough to be a throne. “I’m glad to see you are
recovered. Please sit, Sheila.”
Odd, he’s always been clean-shaven until
tonight. Sheila perched nervously on the red velvet antique settee, then
let out a sigh and collapsed back into it. “I’ve never been complicated,
Devlin. Thank you, for allowing your demon to save my life. And before you ask,
yes, I’m willing to pay you back any amount of money you want for saving my life.”
Devlin smiled
widely, baring his upper set of fangs. “I’m pleased at our gratefulness.
However, it's not money I require of you, my dear.”
Sheila didn’t
bat an eye. “As long as it doesn’t jeopardize or hurt Debbie, Pandora, or my
demons, I’m yours to command.”
Devlin let out
a peal of deep rich laughter that ran down Sheila’s body like a lover’s caress.
“I do love a woman so blunt!” His expression smoothed, becoming serious. “And
one so loyal. It is the friends we keep that make our lives worth living.”
“I agree,”
Sheila said, nodding once. “Please tell me what you want me to do, Devlin.”
“Become one of
my regular blood donors,” Dev stated with a charming smile. “You are to come
monthly, and submit your blood for testing, if required.” He paused. “Call your
demons to appear. Titus will admit them.”
Harp and Song
came in via the door a few moments later, and went over to stand near Sheila.
“Your oaths,
all of you, that you will refrain from other partners until one year from now,”
Devlin said. “As well as any activity that would possibly pollute Sheila’s
blood.”
“Of course,”
Harp said. “Our Mistress will remain healthy. And our blood is also available,
should you need it.”
“But please
limit yourself, as is possible,” Song added meekly. “She works a very demanding
job.”
Devlin closed
his eyes and held up a hand in a dismissive gesture. “Yes, there is no need to
worry about draining. I’m reformed, as you already know.”
That sounds dangerous. Sheila blinked,
then cleared her throat, forcing her fear from her thoughts. Harp and Song are nervous enough. “I
will be glad to give you my blood, and have no plans for sexual partners not in
this room.”
Devlin laughed
again, his sensuous lips curving into a seductive smile. “Good. Please dismiss
your demons and come into my arms. We will begin now.”
Sheila rose to
her feet. “Go. I’ll call when I’m ready to go home.” Harp and Song disappeared,
yet remained present in her mind, urging caution. She walked over to Devlin, easing
down onto his lap. Putting her arms loosely about his neck, she leaned in
close, tilting her head to one side. “Take my offering, my lord.”
Devlin embraced
her, his expression haughty but pleased. “I do enjoy your theatrics, my dear.”
He grasped her hair in one hand, making a fist and pulling her head back with a
gasp to bare her throat. “But you’ll not need to fake anything with me.” He bit
deeply into her neck, burying his fangs in flesh, swallowing rhythmically.
Sheila
shuddered, then moaned, the feel of his fangs in her flesh taking her from
simple sexual interest to full on rut in seconds. Turning in Devlin’s arm, she
rubbed her body against his, uttering soft cries in tandem to his pulls as he
drank her down, even as she felt his body respond, his erection pressing
against her. It’s…its like some kind of
orgasm!
Shockingly, Sheila felt the first
stirrings of climax, and began writhing, eager to come. A few moments later the
tidal wave enveloped her, a scream of primal ferocity and sated longing
erupting from her throat. Devlin stiffened beneath her, let out a soft groan, and
withdrew his fangs.
Breathing hard,
Sheila looked up at Devlin with stunned eyes, then gently moved forward,
planting a very fast, chaste kiss on his parted lips. “Thank you. That was
amazing.”
“Yes, it was,”
Devlin said, returning Sheila’s chaste kiss. “You are what we vampires call
sensitive, Sheila. If we are careful and space our visits every month, you¾and I¾will both feel that same rush when I take your blood.”
He knew that before biting me. “You knew
it back at the demon festival, didn’t you? When you scented me?”
“Of course.”
Devlin grinned. “I’ve been looking for a way to approach you to be a donor. I
am sorry that it didn’t happen under different circumstances.”
Me, too. “Will this be all we do,”
Sheila said bluntly, then blushed. “Just so I’m prepared.”
Devlin nodded.
“As your demons may have told you, I’m involved.”
Harp! Song! You guys didn’t tell me, but you’re going to later. I practically threw
myself at him! “I didn’t know. But I will respect that.” She grinned. “As
long as we both get to come when you drink me down.”
Devlin
shuddered in pleasure, then hugged her tightly, emitting a wicked chuckle. “I
love your sex talk, you naughty girl.” He gave her another chaste kiss, this
one on her forehead. “But you must get up, and teleport home. Eat as much
protein as you can in the next few days. Please make a standing appointment in
your calendar for me, as we have agreed.”
Sheila
reluctantly rose, then went to the door, putting her hand on the knob. “Thank
you again, Devlin.”
“Dev,” he said
kindly from just behind her, as he took her hand and kissed it. “From now on,
unless we are at Pandora, call me Dev.”
It takes talent on the part of an author to get me rooting for someone who's decidedly not a 'good person'. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and I would recommend to anyone who likes something a little different in the way of paranormal romance and would enjoy a more mature heroine. Five Stars.
- Caitlyn Lynch, Goodreads Reviewer
Tara Fox Hall is a writer of consummate skill. I have been following her for years and have never been disappointed.
- Jenny Twist, Goodreads Reviewer
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About Tara Fox Hall
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series, the paranormal romantic suspense Unhallowed Love series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on http://www.childrens-stories.net.
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