Sorry I don’t have time for a more detailed post (deadlines, anyone??) but as promised, here’s another scene snippet from FIRST DROP OF CRIMSON. This one’s written in Spade’s point of view. Hope you enjoy!
The cab jerked to a stop. Spade handed over a twenty, then was outside opening Denise’s door before she’d finished lowering her hand to tug on the handle.
“You don’t need to keep doing that, I can get it,” she murmured, looking embarrassed. She tucked a strand of her hair back, the color in her cheeks darkening ever so slightly.
It was such a lovely, feminine response, without the wariness she normally had with him. Though he would have done the same with any woman – no amount of time could erase the strict etiquette he’d been raised with – Spade found himself enjoying her reaction.
“Just because a lady can, doesn’t mean she should,” he teased, amused to see her color deepen as she glanced away. Christ, she was lovely.
He slid his gaze over her, unable to help himself. Under her coat, Denise wore a cowl-necked sweater and a long black skirt, her boots peeking out from under its hem and gloves covering her hands. The only skin visible on her was her face and neck. Spade found himself staring at her pulse with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood. What would she taste like, if he placed his mouth there?
And what would she taste like everywhere else he put his mouth?
Denise shivered, snapping his attention back to the fact that they were standing outside on a sidewalk when they should be inside looking for Nathanial.
“This way,” he said, extending his arm.
She placed her hand in it with another shiver, not meeting his gaze. A good thing, too, because his eyes had probably gone green with lust.
“What’s it like in this place?” she asked, still looking away.
Spade forced his control back into place. “It’s exactly what you’d think a vampire bar would be like, if you didn’t believe in vampires
That made her look at him. “Huh?”
He grunted. “You’ll see.”