Hello! I’m happy to be part of the Thanksgiving party! At home I’m not quite ready for the holiday, but hopefully I will be by Thursday. LOL! I’m visiting family, but also planning a dinner at home. Must have leftovers!

Recently two new stories in my Shadowed series have been released by Changeling Press. The second story, Alaskan Flame, is one of the party giveaways, but I’d also like to do an additional contest here.

To enter for the chance to win a pdf download of Frenzied, the first book in the Shadowed series, you must be 18 or over. Leave a comment at the end of this post. By the end of the party, I’ll choose a winner at random from the comments.

I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Frenzied.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Kate

Frenzied

by Kate Hill

(Erotic Paranormal)

From Changeling Press

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1716 

Blurb:

Every new soul deserves a chance.

Born of two demons, Michael was smuggled from hell by an angel of mercy and raised on Earth. Aware of his parentage, Michael is torn between his desire for a normal life and his demonic nature.

Rich and sinfully sexy, he has cut himself off from relationships other than physical, satisfying his carnal needs by using an escort service that caters to strange and sometimes supernatural clientele. When one of his favorite escorts is brutally murdered, Michael uses his demonic skills to find her attacker, but someone believes he is the one to blame.

Britt is determined to bring her sister’s murderer to justice, even if the police can’t due to his airtight alibi and a lack of evidence. She knows Michael is to blame and goes undercover as an escort to prove his guilt and mete out punishment on her own, but can a woman with a lack of sexual experience convince a lustful demon she’s for sale? More important, can she keep from falling in love with a man torn between good and evil?

Excerpt:

Britt’s heart pounded and she trembled so violently that for a moment she didn’t trust herself to move off the bed without falling.

She closed her eyes briefly and fought to control her breathing.

“It’s done,” she whispered. “I got him, Marla.”

She finally stood, put the gun in her purse and picked up her shoes. Feeling nauseous, she backed out of the room, unable to look away from Michael’s muscular frame that lay in a pool of blood on the stone floor.

When they’d met, she’d been surprised by her physical attraction to him. She’d expected to be completely repulsed by her sister’s killer, but when she’d looked into his big blue eyes, she could scarcely believe he would brutally slay someone, especially a woman like Marla who was no threat to him.

She hurried out of the basement and ran up the stairs. The house was enormous and it took her a moment to find her way back to the front door. She wasn’t quite sure why she was running. Most likely she’d be caught and convicted, but it was worth it to see the bastard who had destroyed Marla punished. The police certainly had no intention of bringing him to justice.

When he’d said he owned a security company, she’d nearly laughed in his face. He patronized hookers, abused and murdered them, but people paid him to protect them. By the look of this house and the amount of money the agency charged for escorts, they paid him damn well too.

Finally reaching the front door, she flung it open and screamed. Her heart beat so hard that she thought she might pass out and she stepped backward, stumbled over her own feet and fell onto her backside.

Michael stood in front of her, except it wasn’t exactly him, but a demonic version of the man. Little curved horns, blood trickling from their base, extended from just above his temples. Large white and red wings sprouted from his back and a tail tipped with a red spike dangled between his legs. Five raw-looking wounds riddled his chest–bullet wounds from her gun–but they had already stopped bleeding. His blue eyes fixed on her and she again reached into her bag for the gun, but he moved forward and stepped on it with his booted foot.

“Hello, Stephanie,” he said.

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