Romance Author, Ann Jacobs

Excerpt:

His houseboat rocked gently at its moorings in the wake of a fast-moving motor launch. His soft, willing slave was on her knees before him, giving him head not for a club scene but because she loved him. As he loved her. Pretty much satisfied with his life, Chad Lalanne tunneled his fingers through Katie’s long dark hair and encouraged her to deep-throat him.

There was just this one thing. If only she weren’t a vampire. Two months ago he hadn’t even known about vampires other than that they weren’t to be messed with, but then Katie had been bitten by an out-of-control Dom who happened to be one. It stung Chad’s soul that he hadn’t been able to protect her.

“"Yes, like that, my angel,”" he said when she took him deeper, sucked him harder.

In order to be able to accept his guilt, Chad had dedicated himself to understanding everything about vampire culture and needs. It still made him feel impotent when he considered the fact that his own considerable strength meant nothing when it came to protecting his woman from the overzealous attention of a vampire.

He knew, though, that she needed a vampire companion to mentor her as well as satisfy her need for nourishment lest she lose control and feed on Chad or worse, a member of the club. Much as he hated to admit it, she also needed the protection of a male vampire. So when Katie had gone to feed at the only vampire in New Orleans’s French Quarter and run into Philippe, a member of the honorable and powerful d’Argent clan, and when she’d subsequently told Chad that Philippe was a sexual submissive, Chad knew what needed to be done.

Not that bringing a third party into their private lives didn'’t have potential for bringing trouble of a different kind, but as he saw it he had no choice. As a Master, he’d been struggling with his own feelings ever since checking out the tall, powerful-looking vampire and inviting him to join them tonight at the club for a ménage a trois. The idea of bringing a male into their relationship, one who might consider he was Chad’s as much as Katie was, tempted him for dark reasons he’d barely let him think about, much less share with her. He would take Philippe d’Argent as his second slave because Philippe could provide what he could not—a safe, portable supply of blood for Katie and protection from male vampires who might assault her.

But the vampire posed dangerous temptation to Chad. He’d felt it the moment Philippe had met his gaze, recognized him then deliberately broken the visual connection  and lowered his eyes provocatively, much like Katie had done when she’d first knelt before him. Chad’s reaction had been much the same, a tightening of his muscles with need, the absorption of his mind with every aspect of a new potential mate.

He wouldn’t utilize his new slave’s admittedly tempting holes. He wouldn’'t. After all, he was a Dominant. Master of his own sexual destiny. He hadn’t used another male sexually in over ten years, and he wasn’t about to do it now.

“"Suck me, my darling,”" he said, his voice tight as he framed Katie’s head between his hands and tried not to picture himself sucking d’Argent’s cock, shoving his own up the buff vampire’'s ass or down his throat. “That’s it.” When Katie inclined her head and swallowed his full length, Chad let out a moan of satisfaction. “"Oh, yeah,"” he croaked, drowning in the feelings, …the love…, the sense of giving as well as receiving sexual pleasure.