San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard,plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year
memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks
her on her twenty-fifth birthday.
Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she
possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to
wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her
help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she
meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-lust flares, leaving her
wanting more.
With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to have a love life...without getting killed in the process.
Author’s Bio
Celia
Breslin writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance. She grew up enchanted by
stories of vampires and the Fae, including her Irish grandma’s encounter with a
Banshee in her root cellar. Imagination fueled, she penned many stories as a
youth. She later earned a masters degree in French Lit. and worked as a
teacher, producer, (nonfiction) writer, editor, and copyeditor, but vamps and
the Fae kept calling her back to fiction writing. Celia lives in California
with her family and two feisty cats. When not writing, you’ll find her
exercising, reading a good book or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV
shows and movies.
Author’s Links
Website: http://www.celiabreslin.com/
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/celiabreslin
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CeliaBreslin
HAVEN on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17907415-haven
Excerpt:
I froze,
my moment of weakness chased away by a jolt of adrenaline. I resisted Adrian’s
pull. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear
what?”
Silence.
“Nothing,
I guess.” A wave of energy rolled into me, curled itself possessively around my
body, and gave me one hell of a head rush. “Oh, wow.” I bit my lip, bracing
against reaction.
Adrian
tightened his grip on my waist. “Rina?”
Mark and
Ren stalked over, faces grim.
“Did—?
Do you—?” My mouth was so dry I could barely speak. “Do you guys feel that?”
Adrian
squeezed, capturing my wandering attention, concern etched in the stern set of
his jaw. “Feel what? What’s wrong?”
I
started to tell them the Invisible Man hugged me against an electrified fence,
but a second wave of energy bowled into me, making me tingle from head to toe.
The sensation walked the line between pleasure and pain. A moan escaped me.
Mark
took me from Adrian. “That’s it. We’re out of here.” He tried to pick me up,
but I shook my head. Bad idea. Dizziness took the hall, and me, for a little
spin.
Turn around. Turn. Around.
Was it a
voice or instinct urging me on? Either way, the desire proved irresistible. I
pulled away from Mark, pivoted, and forgot how to breathe.
The
electric energy pulled back. The dizziness abated. All extraneous noise and
people drained out of my perception until there was only Him.
Tall,
fit, and bad-boy handsome with skin like pale honey, his thick, walnut brown
hair hung tousled in a sexy, I-just-got-out-of-bed way. A hip, black,
button-down shirt accentuated a sculpted upper body before it tucked into
slacks painted on long, lean legs. The whole package made my mouth water.
Hot.
Yummy. Totally my type.
“Who are
you?” I whispered.
His
mouth twitched in a hint of a smile as if he heard me—impossible given the
distance between us. Heat spread, loosening my muscles, and my pulse sped up.
Nerves. What’s wrong with me? Guys never made me nervous, not even gorgeous
ones.
I
nibbled my lower lip, mind racing to make sense of my reaction. His gaze
tracked the movement and then slid back up. The heat from his stare hit me full
force, driving a shaft of need through me. Energy rocked me again, a warm,
electric breeze bathing my skin. My eyes widened in comprehension. The energy
came from him.
