From the time we announced the final Red Rock ebook in 2009, people have been asking us when we’d go back to the Sanctuary world and write more about werewolves and their witch rivals. In the beginning we didn’t want to return–we had our four books and our two prequel novellas, and those were the stories we had to tell. But people kept asking, and we kept saying, “Well, what if…okay, no, but maybe if…”
A watched pot never boils, and I’m starting to think a watched plot is the same way. The harder we tried to force ourselves to come up with the right story, the more they slipped away. Finally we set the idea aside for a while, reluctantly admitting that maybe it had been too long in any case. We’d missed our window. It was time to work on other–
BOOM! That was our idea, knocking us head over heels. It hit us so hard we sat down and wrote Haunted Sanctuary instead of the book we were supposed to be writing. It wasn’t the story we’d originally imagined. It takes place in a new town, with a new cast of characters, and is set several years after the end of Red Rock Pass. You don’t have to be familiar with any of the previous books to pick up Haunted Sanctuary…
…but hey. Any excuse to give away books is good for us!
THE BLOG TOUR
Thanks to the generosity of Samhain Publishing–and with the assistance of many awesome bloggers–we get to spend the next twenty days giving away 80 ebooks! Those of you who haven’t read the Red Rock Pass books will have twenty different chances to win the entire set in the ebook format of your choice.
In honor of that, we’re going to be revisiting some of our favorite scenes from each of the four books…and maybe showing a few sneaky peeks at the next chapter in the Sanctuary Universe!
Sanctuary Unbound: Bite Me
aka No, Literally, Bite Me. Bite Me Lots.
When you introduce a vampire hero, you know you’re going to have to face that inevitable decision: are the fangs going to come out? And, if so, are they going to end up in the heroine? There’s a lot of subtext in that question and answer…and that means how you handle it can say a lot about your characters.
In the Sanctuary world, vampires need blood, but even more they need power. That power comes from the feelings behind the gift, and is stronger when accompanied by intense emotion. The first time Adam takes blood in Haunted Sanctuary is after he’s drained himself to a dangerous level trying to help the pack. Cindy isn’t just the pack doctor–she’s a strong dominant wolf in her own right, with all the protective instincts that go with it.
Adam needs power. Cindy’s got it to burn–and she’s not going to let him treat her like a delicate flower who can’t handle a little bloodsucking between friends. Especially when it turns out to be so much more pleasant than she’d imagined…
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She found Adam standing on the top landing, staring blankly at the wall. “Come on.” She took his arm and dragged him into the bedroom, determined to make her suggestion before he keeled over—or she lost her nerve.
Locking the door behind them took only a moment. Cindy took a deep breath and pulled her turtleneck over her head. “You need to drink.”
His gaze swept up her body in a tangible wave, and he moved before her shirt hit the ground. Her back slammed against the door, and he caught both of her wrists and pinned them next to her head with a snarl. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
Fear spiked, an instinctive reaction because he’d snapped, moving from calm blankness to feral intensity so quickly. She wasn’t scared of him, and she wanted to do this. He needed her help, and the least she could do to repay him for his was to offer.
She recalled his words from the first night, when her interest had been more vague curiosity and considerable attraction—the power comes from the willing gift. So she relaxed in his grip and let her head fall back against the wall. “I’m not asking. I’m offering.”
His nostrils flared. His breath fell warm against her throat. “You don’t understand. I haven’t been breaking those bonds. I’ve been stealing them. Stealing them and letting them go, and every time I let one go it feels like slow suicide. I’m out of control.”
“That’s not true, though,” she whispered. “Not if you’ve been letting them go, even when it hurts you.”
“Yes, I make a charming martyr. But don’t doubt that selfish self-preservation thrives inside me. Eventually I’ll snap. And I’ll take.”
“So take me.” The moment the words left her, she wanted to snatch them back. This was more than the concerned offer of someone used to caring for people. She was starting to sound desperate, and that had to mean she wanted this more than she realized.
She felt the slightest pressure, something magical instead of physical, as if he’d stroked her just under her skin. A groan ripped free of him, and he licked a hot line up the side of her neck. “You’re so willing. I’m not that much of a martyr.”
Yes, she wanted him. She trembled with it, burned. What she didn’t understand was why it didn’t feel like it was about sex. Instead, she wanted to feel his teeth sink into her flesh. Wanted to feed him, sate his hunger.
Give him what he needed.
She stood on her toes, straining toward him. Anything to get closer to his mouth. “Let me.”
His body shook. His breath skated over the skin he’d licked, and he lowered his mouth. “Stop me if it’s too much.”
Cindy had never imagined that she’d practically have to beg a vampire to bite her. “I promise.”
Teeth closed on her throat. His fangs were larger than normal canines and a little sharper, and she gasped when they broke through her skin. The pain was intense but brief, vanishing in a rush of warmth.
The warmth built into a hot flare of pleasure, and Cindy gasped again. Her nipples hardened as her body reacted, though the heavy anticipation swelling through her was disorienting.
He hasn’t really touched me. The fuzzy thought scattered as he released her wrists and smoothed his hands down to her hips. His tongue stroked her skin, her body throbbing in time with each lick.
She was wet, ready, and instinct drove her to tear at his shirt. His bare chest was warm under her hands, rough with hair and hard—everything about him was so hard—
He lifted his head, just enough to whisper. “Let me make it good.”
If it got better, she’d explode. “Yes.”
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Giveaway is open to all, you have until Feb 1 to enter, winner will be announced soon after.