Saturday, November 30, 2013

My Secret Saturday Reveal

It's been a great holiday week from cooking a big meal to spending quality time with the Mini to hanging out with some really awesome readers via Laura Kaye and Jennifer Probst's release parties (hats off to these ladies because talk about off the charts participation and fun!). In fact, the secret I'm sharing today comes from those release parties. I asked readers to share their most romantic holiday memory or at least what they consider most romantic about the holidays. Unsurprisingly, a lot of readers said Mistletoe. Considering mistletoe is very popular in television, film and novels around the holidays and that stolen kiss or even innocent kiss can lead to so much--that's not surprising.

So what's my secret?  I've never been kissed under the mistletoe!

Marine Under the Mistletoe


“Parker. Jensen. Spence.” Lifting, clear and authoritative, the feminine voice silenced the boys in a way Aaron hadn’t managed. Backlit perfectly at the top of the stairs stood an auburn-haired woman dressed in a body-hugging sheath of a dress. “Aaron told you that was enough a few moments ago. And you didn’t listen. What have we told you about respecting our guests and circle members when they arrive?”

Only his training kept Kaiden from laughing out loud at the crestfallen expressions all three boys wore. Old enough to appreciate the woman’s beauty and too young to be more than tongue-tied around her, not a single one could lift their gazes to meet hers. Instead, they shuffled their feet and kept their heads down.

“That’s what I thought.” She smiled, and even from ten feet away, the promise of sunshine warmed him. “Apologize and excuse yourselves. I think you’ll find that the circle hasn’t been raked nor has the area been scoured for any leftover debris. You will work on that this evening and tomorrow morning.”

Aaron didn’t bother to hide his amusement and let out a faint snicker at the boys’ predicament.

“You can have Aaron inspect it when you’re done.” She tacked the last on as an afterthought, because while Aaron watched the boys, she watched Aaron and seemed to take note of his amusement at their discomfort. Disapproval echoed in the look she gave him.

He grunted, but didn’t complain. The boys cleared out without further warning and the goddess in the pale gray silk dress descended the stairs slowly. He didn’t get a glimpse of her feet, but the way the long skirt swirled around her, it gave her the effect of floating.


He parroted her tone. “Rowan?”

The man’s nudity hadn’t bothered Kaiden when he’d arrived, not really. He hadn’t been gone so long he didn’t remember the comfort most others had in their skin—hell, a comfort he’d once shared. But when Rowan achieved the last step, Kaiden fought the desire to strip off his jacket and throw it at the other man.

Realization dawned across Aaron’s chastised expression. “Oh. My apologies, you two haven’t met…I forgot. Rowan Harper—this is Lorraine and Henry’s son, Kaiden. Kaiden, Rowan Harper—she joined Blue Circle a few years after you enlisted, give or take.”

“Merry meet, Kaiden.” She smiled, walked straight to him and brushed her lips to his—the contact a violent shock to his system and he blinked once, going completely still. “It’s truly lovely to have you with us this year.”

It took his mind what seemed like a full minute to catch up. “Hello.”

Friday, November 29, 2013

Black Friday #Fevered Sale: Fevered Hearts 50% off at All Romance eBooks

Five books, five hours, 50% off. Meet the Kanes and the Morning Stars, two powerful families at the center of the storm. Their lives were irrevocably altered by the fever, but the choices they make could change the world. Discover the unforgettable saga today.  One day only sale at All Romance eBooks!


"Welcome to a wild west where shift changers, fire starters, and walking through dreams can be the norm. But, all the elements of what we know as the old west are also present. Most people don't realize these people with unique qualities even exist, which is as it should be. This first book of Heather Long's Fevered Heart series lays down an awesome world with characters that you just can't get enough of." - Night Owl Reviews

"Heather Long's Marshal of Hel Dorado is a five-star romance. The reader gets all the goodies in this western tale filled with love, suspense and drama. Sam is a gruff hero with just enough edges to keep things interesting. Scarlett is an innocent woman with fire in her heart and it's ready to burst free." - Joyfully Reviewed

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Thursday, November 28, 2013

Heather on Kali Willows' Between Moonlit Covers Tonight! #listen

After the turkey and before the crazy Black Friday shopping, come hang out with me on Kali Willows Between Moonlit Covers blogtalk radio show. I'll be chatting about the holiday Marines and more. There just might even be a giveaway. It's at 11 p.m. EST and 10 p.m. CST. Be sure to dress comfy - I'll be in my jammies and fuzzy socks.

Fun fact: It's been exactly two years since I submitted Once Her Man, Always Her Man, the first in the Always a Marine series...

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Heather By The Numbers

So I've noticed this trend on Facebook lately (yes, I know there are so many), but this is the one where you like someone's status after they share several things about themselves and they give you a number. That number is what you turn around and share about yourself. The number I was given was five. So I thought I would share five things you may not know about me.

1. My current work-in-progress, Some Like It Secret, is the 50th book I have written.
2. I love liver and onions and I've loved it since I was a kid. As an adult, particularly on days when I miss my grandmother, I like to make it as comfort food.
3. I am a cat person, and yet I own more dogs than cats these days. I wasn't allowed to have dogs from age 7 to 18 and I was 24 when I got my first "dog" again. Her name was Max. She passed away a couple of years ago. But I still talk about her like she's with me.
4. I got married at Disney World, right down to the fairy tale carriage. Funnily enough, I wanted to get married in Vegas. If I ever get married again, that is where I plan to do it.
5. I am a dancer--I danced for years until I messed up my knee when I was sixteen. For a long time after, I wasn't sure that I would ever find the joy that I experienced while dancing again. But then I wrote my first book and I found my joy again.

So, did you know any of these?

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

#HolidayMarines COVER REVEAL: Lest Old Marines Be Forgot

In some ways, I've been waiting a year to share the holiday Marines. In 2012, I thought about doing a series of Marines all set during the holiday season and even picked the holidays I wanted to feature. As we've worked our way through 2013, I wrote holiday stories in spring, summer, and autumn. Let me tell you how surreal it was to write a Christmasy story when I was in shorts and sweating to death in the high heat of summer!

So far, we have released the Thanksgiving, Hanukkah and Yule Marines, Very shortly you will have Have Yourself a Marine Christmas. Every single one of the holiday Marines will have a portion of the proceeds donated to Toys for Tots.  And we have one last cover to share with you, it is my last of the Always a Marine series for 2013 (not the last forever, don't panic) and as with all of these tales, I am excited to share with you a little something different. 

Without further ado, get ready to kick off 2014 with Lest Old Marines Be Forgot, because you're never too old or too late to find love.

Releasing December 2

She never stopped grieving…

It’s New Year’s Eve, and thirty years since Brenda Connors buried the only man she ever loved. Every year on the anniversary of his death, she finds herself in the hospital, suffering from chest pains. No matter how expected, it always takes her breath away. This year…this year she wants it to be different and takes the advice of her best friend and would be sister-in-law to sign up for a one-night stand. It seems ridiculous, just a year shy of her fiftieth birthday to try and seek happiness she long since gave up on. She never imagined a stern faced Marine with talent for making her laugh…

He doesn’t know what the future holds…

Married to his career and facing forced retirement, Major Tom Baxter doesn’t see much of a future for himself in civilian life. A poker game with the son of an old friend earns him some unwanted advice, but it’s advice he can’t get out of his head. He signs up for a one-night stand, to discover what life on the outside might have to offer. The last thing he expected was an elegant soul with a streak of mischief…

Ringing in a new beginning…

Can Tom and Brenda make every second of their countdown to midnight count, lest old Marines be forgot?

Sunday, November 17, 2013

New Release: Ivan's Captive Submissive by Ann Mayburn

When Gia Lopez signs up for the Submissive's Wish Charity Auction she has no idea that she's about to be bought by a Russian Dom who will do anything to make her fantasies come true. Including staging an elaborate kidnapping that Gia believes is real. Ivan is instantly drawn to Gia and he wants to be the best Master she's ever had. As he spends time with Gia he begins to have intense feelings for the strong, independent, and sexy American woman. He's only won a week of her service but wishes to keep her forever.

Unaware of Ivan’s true feelings, Gia fights her growing emotional attachment to him. All she wants is to settle down with a nice Dom in the United States, continue her career, and live a normal life. However, Ivan sets a plan into motion that will push Gia to all of her limits and take her on a global journey of self-discovery, extreme pleasure, and love.

Warning: Contains Erotic Spanking, Subspace, f/f situations, a devastatingly sexy Dom who knows what he wants, and a submissive who just might be ready to give him what he needs.

Check out the first chapter after the jump!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Food, Holiday Marines and the #HomeHolidayHop

You would never know it from the titles, but one of the best parts of writing the Always a Marine series is indulging my senses in food. I love to cook, it's actually a private passion. When I went on the Medifast diet last year, that love of cooking truly paid off because I learned a whole host of new recipes. A few years ago, we decided as a family that we'd let each member choose what the Thanksgiving meal would be from year to year (I totally used my year to pick KFC so I didn't have to cook, even funnier was my family complained but they loved the relaxed meal). The next year my daughter wanted a turkey.

I'd never made a turkey before, I'd had them, but never done all the prep work. So I dove into my research and looked up a bunch of different recipes. Not finding the one I really wanted, I decided to hodge podge two or three different ideas into one--what I came up with was Orange-Honey Turkey and OMG, it was good

What You Need:

20 lb Turkey
2 teaspoons of rubbing sage
2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/4 teaspoon of thyme
3 small oranges, peeled and halved
1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted
1/3 cup orange marmalade
4 teaspoons honey
1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon (or nutmeg, depends on your preference - I actually like both)

What You Do (or in this case what I did):

In a small bowl, combine the sage, salt, pepper and thyme in two teaspoons of honey; mix well. Rub 2 teaspoons inside the turkey; set remainder aside.

Place 4 orange halves inside turkey. Skewer openings and tie drumsticks together. Place on a rack in a roasting pan. Rub the remaining orange halves all over the exterior of the turkey and then let the orange pieces remain on the turkey.

Combine remaining sage mixture with butter; brush over turkey. 

Bake, uncovered, at 325° for 5-1/2 hours or until a meat thermometer reads 170°, basting every 30 minutes. 

When the turkey begins to brown, cover lightly with foil.

Combine remaining ingredients, and heat to a simmer before letting it cool. You might need to add a little water if it's too thick.

Brush over turkey.

Continue to bake the turkey, uncovered, 30 minutes to 1 hour longer or until thermometer reads 185°, brushing with the glaze occasionally. This should make the skin tangy and crispy.

Remove from the oven; cover and let stand 20 minutes before carving.

Now, carving may be a misnomer here, because when I did this the turkey literally fell off the bones it was so tender. So you may have to experiment a little. On the other hand, it was a juicy, tasty turkey and we devoured it!

A Marine of Plenty

Serving overseas is a lonely duty… 
Captain Charlie Sparks faces an impossible task—assigned to a security detail for the sister of a fallen Marine. The last thing Charlie wants is this beautiful woman in the middle of a base in Afghanistan no matter what holiday she plans to help them celebrate. But no one asked for his opinion, and worse, she’s everything he adores in a woman and more…

Mourning what might have been is a terrible burden…
Jana Grimaldi had a plan—a plan to help her brother when he came home, but his death in Afghanistan left a hole in her heart and a desperate desire to do something. With the help of Congressman Sparks, she heads to Afghanistan to bring Thanksgiving to the men and women who served with her brother. Nervous and uneasy, she finds an unexpected—and familiar ally in Captain Sparks…

Not all wounds heal…
Charlie was one of the first people to reach out to Jana, communicating via email when her brother died—but coming face to face in the lonely desolation of the holiday connects these two wounded souls…

Can Charlie and Jana find hope amidst the heartbreak this Thanksgiving?

“Miss Grimaldi?” A deep, smooth, masculine voice pulled her back to the present and the officer dressed in the deep dark tan and olive MARPATS waiting inside the door. He stood easily over six-foot. The uniform did little to disguise his broad shoulders or thick muscular arms.
Rising, she adjusted her bag and held out her hand, fumbling for a greeting. “Hi. Captain…?”
“Sparks.” Quiet hesitation arrested his features and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
The congressman’s brother was her escort.
Her heart thudded against her ribs and her nerves stretched taut. Captain Charles Sparks gave the order that led to her brother’s death—a communication failure. She understood all the terms, the reasoning, and the apologies. Even his letters expressed his heartfelt condolences and apologies. Letters she’d answered, and he’d returned regularly.
He grasped her hand and the world seemed to shrink away, as though someone dropped her in a drum and banged it loudly from the outside. His words had provided a desperately needed source of comfort—straightforward, blunt, and without any pretty excuses. A mistake had been made, one costing a good man his life. He didn’t ask for her forgiveness. He’d never asked her for it, no matter how many exchanges they’d had.
Staring into his coffee-brown eyes, she knew he hadn’t forgiven himself. And that’s why Congressman Sparks offered his help and asked for mine. Weak-kneed, she sat abruptly. Her fisted grip on the captain’s hand pulled him forward a step.
Concern rippled across his face. “Ma’am? Jana?”
Unexpected grief locked her throat and tears filmed her vision. She held up her other hand and he wavered. Fighting the urge to sniffle, she squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on breathing. Grief might be the one emotion everyone had in common, but acceptance came in its own ways, on its own time. Understanding the concept intellectually and experiencing it, however, were two completely opposite things, because the crappiest part of her grief lay in how she couldn’t control it.
“I’m okay.” She fought to get the words out. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” he said, his voice gruff. “I should apologize. I thought you received my e-mail about being your escort.”
“I haven’t looked at my e-mail since leaving Dallas, I’ve been so focused on getting here.” Moistening her lips, she struggled to bring her tumbling emotions back into focus. It would be easy to hate the man, to blame him for what happened, and to let anger take over her grief.
But easier didn’t make it right or fair.
Belatedly, she glanced up, surprised at her white-knuckled grip still firm on his hand. He didn’t pull away or try to let her go, but sadness clouded his eyes—sadness, and quite possibly regret. “I didn’t mean to fall to pieces on you, Captain Sparks.”

Toys for Tots

The mission of the U. S. Marine Corps Reserve Toys for Tots Program is to collect new, unwrapped toys during October, November, and December each year and distribute those toys as Christmas gifts to less fortunate children in the community in which the campaign is conducted. The primary goal of Toys for Tots is to deliver, through a new toy at Christmas, a message of hope to these youngsters that will assist them in becoming responsible, productive, patriotic citizens.

This holiday collection of the Always a Marine series is dedicated to Toys for Tots and the men and women of the United States Marine Corps Reserve who dedicate their time, their efforts, and their funds to delivering this message of hope. A portion of the proceeds from each of these books will be donated to Toys for Tots to continue that mission. Semper Fi.

Also available in the holiday Marines:

A Candle for a Marine
Marine Under the Mistletoe

Home for the Holidays Hop

November 13th - November 18th

Grand Prize Shopping Spree: $450+ Gift Card or

 Paypal Cash

Second Place Grand Prize: (1) E-Book from every

 participating Author

To enter the hop, be sure to leave a comment with your email address and if you want to share a recipe, that would be great, too!

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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Discover Her Wish Before Christmas by Kimberly Quinton - A Holiday Sweet Romance

Her heart never forgot him…

Genny Ridgeway left Laurel Cove with a broken heart. Returning awakens old feelings, old longings, and the desire for long kisses beneath the mistletoe with the man who broke her heart.

The only thing missing is her…

Connor O’Rourke and his son finally have the home they’ve always wanted. Now, he’ll do anything for a second chance at love with the woman he let get away.

It’s Christmas time in Laurel Cove….

Surrounded by the spirit of the season and with a little posthumous help from her gypsy grandmother, can Connor prove he is the man Genny has always wanted to grant her wish before Christmas?

Her Wish Before Christmas
Holiday Hearts
Release Date: November 12, 2013

About the Author:
Whether she’s writing contemporary or paranormal romance, Kimberly Quinton is a romantic at heart who strives to tell stories about the power of true love.

Since a teen, she’s loved romances and believes we can all live our happily-ever-after. Always a people watcher, it wasn’t until Kimberly shucked her Accounting major for Anthropology that her interest in people and cultures was nurtured. Kimberly has combined her natural curiosity (nosiness) with her love of romance for the sake of bringing the movies in her head to life on the page.

A wife and mother of two, Kimberly spends her days chasing chores, wrangling active kids, and writing. She also enjoys traveling, cooking, great wine and sharing a laugh with friends and family.

You can usually find her on Facebook or Twitter. Stop by for a chat.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Her Wish Before Christmas:

“Are you the one leaving bloody footprints in the store? Your grandmother’s going to have a heart attack.” The man stared down at her, holding the door open with one arm, the lamp base in the other. He rested the plastic appendage against the doorframe and took a step closer, his face clear in the light of the workroom.
“Let me have a look.” He knelt and grabbed her foot and held on tight when she tried to tug it back.
“Ouch.” She pulled her foot away from his prodding.
“Sorry. Cut’s not too deep. A Band-Aid and some Neosporin is all you need.”
Connor O’Rourke? The Connor O’Rourke? Twelve years hadn’t changed him much. Except he turned into a man. And one fine man at that.
Jesus, did he grow after college? His arms and chest sure had.
Heat blazed a fire across her cheeks when her roaming gaze met his. Same cocky grin. Embarrassment couldn’t stop her from comparing this Connor with the then Connor. His hair was cut shorter, but the rich chestnut color hadn’t dulled. No hint of gray at the temples, no balding either. So that night of drunken cursing for him to grow fat and ugly didn’t take. Figures. What’s the use of gypsy blood if my curses don’t work?
“I didn’t know you were in town,” she asked, proud she had kept the hysterical out of her voice.
“I wasn’t until this week. I’m setting up a practice at the new clinic down the street.” He stood and helped her up from the floor.
Connor F’ing O’Rourke back in town and looking too delicious by half. She licked her lips and swallowed at the sudden dryness in her mouth. The hurt and anger returned with a swift jab to her heart rivaling the sting of glass in her foot. The feelings so fresh, like she was eighteen again and waiting for the proposal that never came. Don’t go there. You’re over him.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Wait Is Over! Soulgirls #3 is Here!


Soulgirls #3

Who can blame Richard for his half-century-long bad mood? For fifty years he’s been waiting for his bride to get over the spat that sent her storming away from the safety of his territory. For fifty years, he’s missed everything about her—even her whimsical challenges to his authority.

It’s time for her to come home, but when he gets a lead on her whereabouts, he’s stunned. She’s dancing in a glitzy, gaudy Las Vegas show. And her memory of him has been wiped clean.

Kiki finally has the opportunity to headline at the Arcana Royale, but she’s not sure she’s happy about it. Especially when a dark, handsome stranger arouses forbidden passions from deep inside of the fog of her lost past.

Richard has been granted only three days in hostile territory to free his Kiki from the curse binding her mind.

Only one problem. When Kiki remembers Richard, she may not forgive him, but if she never remembers, she'll never be free.

Warning: Contains an arrogant-as-hell vampire prince who will stop at nothing to get the girl he loves, an unpredictable showgirl who loves to party, and scorching sex that drives them both wild.


Richard rebounded to his feet. The sluggish beat of his heart surged double time. Adrenaline flooded his body, and his blood caught fire. By all that’s holy, I’ve missed her. Fifty years of separation vanished in a single blow. Her eyes glittered with suppressed passion. The potent scent of her filled his nostrils. The teasing lick of her throat was just a bare sample, and he wanted more.

On borrowed time, he’d called to her the moment he set foot inside the casino. Her blood sang to him—his blood running through her veins—his lover, his wife.

He slid a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Defiance shone in her expression, but he easily caught her hand before the next blow landed. Shackling her wrist, he brought her fist to his lips and kissed the knuckles. Her lips parted, and she exhaled a startled little sigh.

“Hello, my darling Kristina.”

“No one calls me that.” Her chin came up, curiosity warring with the rebellion in her gaze. His Kristina was a creature of impulse, a delightful assault on all proper etiquette and expected behavior. She loved to laugh, dance, drink and surrounded herself with others as carefree as herself. Her wicked sense of humor and unabashed wonder at the world filled his dark and lonely nights with welcome distraction.

Sad how easily he slipped back into old habits without her.

“I have always called you that.” He kissed another knuckle. Around them, waiters cleaned up the destroyed table and the bar’s patrons gradually drifted back to their own pleasures. The two men he’d been allowed to bring with him distracted the other voyeurs, affording them a modicum of privacy for this most public reunion. He studied her, hungry for every detail. She seemed leaner, as if all the soft curves had been erased. Her face, always angular and exquisite, was even more refined—like fine porcelain— perfectly pale and unblemished. Her lips were a rosy red, lacking her normal darker lipsticks and cosmetics. Oddly, she wore almost no makeup at all and yet seemed to shimmer from within.

His heart fisted in his chest. He turned her hand and slid his thumb along the pulse point in her wrist. The blood responded to him, drumming as if pumped by his own system. He kissed the soft skin just above the pulse point. The flutter of it tingled against his lips.

“Who are you?” Unlike her earlier antagonism, this question echoed through him, shattering his bliss. Malcolm told him she didn’t remember, but she had answered the blood call. She had come straight to him. Her gaze had locked on him the moment she entered the lounge; he didn’t mistake that.

“My name is Richard, and I am here for you, Kristina.” He watched her eyes, looking for any glimmer of recognition, but despite the liquid heat in her black eyes, no spark of recognition ignited.

“Richard.” She rolled the name around on her tongue, as though testing it. “I like that. My friends call me Kiki.”

“Do they?” This was not how their reunion should go. Stroking the hair back from her cheek, he tucked a lock behind her ear. “Come sit with me, Kristina.” He drew her deeper into the private lounge. The Bloodletter Bar seemed appropriate considering the first time he’d met her was in a rowdy little tavern in Vienna.

She hesitated, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. His eyes narrowed. Where are her fangs? The rich vetiver of the succubi in the room combined with the heavy undertones of blood should have aroused a hint of bloodlust and—even if she exhibited remarkable self-control around the hedonistic pleasures offered in the bar—he called her blood. Excitement would have skittered through her and her fangs should have descended.

“I don’t think I can.” Her wince softened the rejection, but he was not in a mood to be denied. Not after this many years.

“Why do you think that?” Controlling the urge to whisk her out the door and into his waiting car took every ounce of effort. Malcolm briefed him on the plane ride via conference call. Kristina’s binding to the casino meant he couldn’t just steal her—not without damning her. He sent word ahead to the Overseers with a five-million-dollar offer to buy out whatever contract they held over her.

Kristina flicked a look left and right before leaning in toward him. “Do you want to know a secret?”

Glee filled her eyes and drew a reluctant, if genuine smile from him. “Always.”

“I snuck out.” She mouthed the words, but this close, the whisper of breath carried the words to his ears. “If they catch me...”

They would take her away. Richard lifted his gaze from his bride to sweep the area. Malcolm had given him the codes for his private apartments. “Then let us go somewhere private.” He released her wrist and offered his arm.

“I don’t know you.” An amused smile quirked the corner of her mouth, her head tilted and her gaze roamed him from head to toe. “Do I look like the type of woman who is just going to walk out of a bar with some strange man at his invitation?”

Melancholy and delight stabbed him. “Yes. You look exactly like the woman who will join me this evening.”

Her grin grew and her eyes lit up. “Well, considering I’ve already hit you, we know I can do that again, right?”

“Oh yes. Without a doubt.” The thrill of the hunt thrummed through him. This conversation mirrored their first so closely he could almost imagine the coach waiting just outside the doors ready to whisk them away to his castle.

She sidled up to him, threading her arm through his and glancing around. “Then I suggest we go now—or we won’t have time for any fun.”

In wholehearted agreement, he led her from the bar. His men fanned out before and after him. Kristina snuggled against his arm and the hole in his heart began to knit. She stiffened next to him and slid behind him, hiding. He went still. His fangs began to elongate, and he stared at the crowds of partygoers flowing through the maze of the casino. His men closed ranks, and the three of them shielded Kristina in the triangle between them.

“Kristina?” He breathed her name softly.

“Salt and pepper, four o’clock. He’ll make me go back.” Her fingers dug into the back of his jacket.

Richard located the man, nondescript and unthreatening, Richard would have dismissed him. He folded his hands together, one over the other and waited. The vampires he chose for this—Anton and David mirrored his pose. The man took his time. He examined every face, studied every walk and finally took another path.

Nodding to his men, Richard took Kiki’s arm and they moved through the casino to the lobby and blockaded her again at the elevators. He maintained vigilance until they were inside. Kristina bounced when the elevator doors closed.

“That was so exciting!”

He gave her an indulgent smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“So,” Kristina leaned back against the elevator wall and glanced from Richard to his guards and back. “Do I get to have all three of you?”