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Chains of Frost
The Bellum
Sisters 1
T. A. Grey
Genre: paranormal erotic romance
Publisher: Grey Ink Press LLC
Date of Publication: 11/06/11
ISBN: 1480083909
ASIN: B00645936C
Number of pages: 320
Word Count: 85,000
Formats available: ebook and paperback
Cover Artist: Hallie Chandler
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/JDWyDoGKHRw
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Book Description:
Three Fates. Three Sisters.
When a will from her dead father decrees Chloe into the protection of the
renowned vampire commander, Tyrian en Kulev, she does what any woman would
do—and casts a spell. Things get worse for Chloe when the spell she and her
sisters perform summons an ancient demon from deep within the earth. Now she's
being hunted by a demon set on killing her and must live at the aptly
named Castle Death with the king of cold, Tyrian. Surprisingly, Chloe finds
that she doesn’t mind her new Protector so much. His cold, impassionate nature
needs a firm push to show his true colors, and Chloe thinks she’s just the one
to do it.
Tyrian en Kulev always pays his debts. When Francis Bellum dies and orders
Tyrian to act as his eldest daughter’s Protector, Tyrian resigns himself to the
position. What should have been a simple deal--keep her in the castle, protect
her--has turned difficult. Chloe comes to him with a demon trying to kill her
and a sexy attitude that keeps invading his thoughts everywhere he goes. The
little succubus easily grabs hold of the heart he’d kept locked away for so
long and makes him feel once again. But can they defeat the demon that haunts
her and can Tyrian overcome his past and move on to a new future with Chloe?
Short
Excerpt:
“This situation is one that neither of us
seems to want.” For some reason, the fact that he didn’t want her miffed her.
Just a little.
“Then let me go.” He didn’t shake his
head, but she sensed the refusal in him.
“Impossible. I am sealed by a debt of honor to your father. I will uphold it,
no matter how complicated this matter is. The rules I mentioned before still
stand and will never change.”
He had a mouth that if wasn’t pulled into
that tight line might be kissable, even lickable. Dang, Chloe. What’s wrong
with you? Checking out the captor? She was crazy.
“Honestly, who upholds any of that old
school stuff anyway? No one. My Papa didn’t even pay into the whole patriarchal
thing. Seriously, we were raised to be independent and taught not to rely on a
man. That fact that he’s…he’s given me to you is ridiculous and completely
wrong for him. Just let me go and we’ll call it even. Your debt paid.”
“I can’t do that, Ms. Bellum. I will not
dishonor your father and the vow I made to repay my debt to him. You will stay
here, under my protection.”
She scoffed. “And where is here?” His
voice was like cold ice running over her. It pebbled her nipples and brought
goose bumps over her skin but not in a pleasurable way.
“You are at my castle in Norway. We are
near the Jorgmund, the biggest hole in the rift, where we get the most lapses.
Many of the Atal Warriors are stationed below the castle.”
Chloe squeezed her eyes shut. Think! Okay,
what would her sisters do? Willow was probably already near China. No one could
ever stop her, and Lily would probably try to perform some voodoo to get
free.
She took a deep breath, which did the
opposite of calming her, because she accidentally drew in his scent. She gasped
and felt a flash of pleasure surge through her. He smelled as a man should,
like something she could lick and bite and sink her teeth into over and again.
Oh God, what am I doing thinking thoughts
like that! She was losing her mind. First, her Papa died leaving her to this
nonsense, and now she was stuck with the most notorious man in the world. She
would escape. She could do that. He didn’t seem intent upon hurting her and she
might even be able to use the fact that he was indebted to her Papa to gain
some leverage, if necessary.
Escape. Her mind whirled with
possibilities. Like how the heck did she get out of Norway and to an airport?
She didn’t even have any money on her.
“We need to discuss what will occur at the
next new moon.” The thought she’d been having came to an abrupt stop in her
head. Her eyes slammed open and her back dug into the door to try to get away
from him.
“You can’t…we can’t,” she said, shaking
her head to clear it. “No way,” she said finally. The commander turned around
and marched away. She took a deep breath; it was as if he sucked up all the air
in the room with his presence. Now she could breathe, but it didn’t smell as
delicious as it did when he was near.
She tightened her grip on the towel to
keep it from sliding down and embarrassing the hell out of her while she
slowly, quietly slipped her free hand behind her. Her heart was beating so hard
and fast, she prayed he couldn’t hear it. Could vampires hear such things? She
reached, searching for the door handle.
“Something must be done. I am sure you are
aware of the changes that you will go through at the new moon.”
Chloe glared at him. He knew just the
right things to say to piss her off. “I am a succubus; of course I know. Better
than you, I’m sure,” she said without hiding the sarcasm in her voice. “And I
am not doing that with you,” she added for good measure.
He brought those eyes back to her,
seemingly assessing everything about her. From the red nail polish on her toes
to the not-perfectly-thin figure she sported. She clutched the towel tighter
around her and did what she knew Willow would do. She glared at him with a look
that clearly said fuck you.
“That is more than acceptable to me. I am
sure you can find any number of willing males around the castle for your time
of need. I’d recommend one of my closest guards because I sincerely trust them.
If they do not meet your standards, perhaps one of the other Atal Warriors that
reside below the castle. Please feel free to ask any of them. I shall not announce
it to them in order to spare your privacy.”
Chloe thought his proclamation might be
sweet if he didn’t say it with a tone that bordered on arctic. Though she
couldn’t help but think that he was acting as her pimp with the suggestion.
Bastard. Handsome bastard with a nasty scar that kept drawing her gaze. What
was the story behind it? Every scar had a story, no matter how simple. Never
mind, it didn’t matter. She was getting the hell out of here.
About the Author:
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Cover Reveal!
He was always warm in the morning, and the sleepiness in my body was quickly replaced by desire as he moved in and out of me, kissing my shoulders and muttering in my ear. We both came quickly, and when he was done, I was definitely awake.
“Good morning,” he said, and pulled out.
“Good morning to you too,” I said, rolling back over. My body was liquid and I didn’t feel like I had any bones. He was going to have to carry me into the shower and hold me up.
“Is this going to be one of those mornings when I have to make and then bring you breakfast and turn the shower on for you?”
“Is this a day that ends in Y?” He grinned and went to put on his boxers. If I ever had to live by myself, I was probably going to starve. Both my parents were good cooks, and then I moved in with Sloane and now I had Lucah to make me breakfast every morning. I used to just grab something on my way to work, but Lucah said he worried about the state of my arteries from all the donuts. That made me glare at him and ask if that was a safe way of telling me I was fat. His response was to slap my ass and take me to bed and show me just how much he loved every inch of me.
Twenty minutes later, he brought a tray with scrambled eggs and salsa, toast, fresh fruit, a blueberry smoothie and a cup of green tea.
“I want to have your ginger babies.” He’d even put a little flower in a vase on it. I was terrible about plants and Sloane was worse, but Lucah had brought a few of them into the apartment when we’d moved in. He told me that since he moved so much, he could never really have plants, so he was happy to finally be in a place where he could. Who could say no to that?
“I don’t know if we’re quite ready for that yet, Miss Clarke. But I think you would be a beautiful mother.” Lucah had the power to completely liquefy my heart as well as the rest of my insides.
“You haven’t seen me with your nieces yet. Maybe I’ll be terrible with them.”
“I doubt that."
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