OK, after much begging, pleading, and bribery, I was able to convince Bianca Sommerland to arrange an interview with Cyrus of Deadly Captive and Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage. She swore I was taking my life into my own hands, but he just fascinates me. He’s so wonderfully evil. I don’t know what it took to persuade him, but she definitely came through.
Turns out, not only did I get to flirt, I mean talk to Cyrus, Bianca also sent me some smokin’ HOT bodyguards. (No, that’s not just because they are demons.) Apparently, they are from one of her upcoming series, Angels and Demons! If these two are anything to go by, I’m so there. **wipes drool** Oh, where were we? Cyrus! Yes.
I must say it was an adventure, that I can now share with you. Some much happened that I will be breaking this into two parts. Each part will have a GIVEAWAY!! Read on to find out what this one is!!
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Riane tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Her hands felt cold, bloodless, despite the fact that the heat in the cabin was turned all the way up. The SUV had been provided, along with the plane ticket to France, and three nights in a fancy hotel in Lyon. No expense had been spared for the interview.
The one that might cost me my life.
“He’s not going to kill me. One stroke of the pen and that’s the end of him.” She muttered to herself as she glanced out at the snow laden scenery along the narrow road leading up to the private residence nestled in the southern fringes of the Alps. Miles away from the closest town. Why the hell hadn’t she insisted on meeting somewhere public? Letting out a strangled laugh, she eased her foot off the gas. “Of course, this had to be on his terms or not at all.”
She double checked the map drawn up for her by Bianca—probably the only person alive who knew where to find Cyrus—and pulled up to the tall iron gates. A man dressed in a heavy black cloak opened the gates and then waved her on. Rolling slowly down the long driveway, she swallowed as she caught him shutting the gates behind her and locking them with a heavy chain. Another man came out of a guard house hidden in the trees and tossed him a shotgun.
They obviously wanted to make sure she hadn’t been followed.
After parking the SUV, she touched her hair, making sure her springy, light brown hair was in order, then grabbed her briefcase from the passenger seat. Her mouth felt dry and gritty, so she paused and took a sip of the mocha she’d picked up at the last stop, halfway along the two hour drive. The coffee was cold, but the sweet, rich flavor perked her up a little.
The worst he can do is scare the shit out of me. She repeated for the umpteenth time. And anyway, maybe he’ll be in a good mood . . .
She shuddered. Cyrus in a good mood usually meant someone was going to get hurt.
Her boots crunched in the snow as she made her way to the house. She heard footsteps behind her and quickened her pace. Being caught alone out here by Cyrus’ guards would be bad.
“Slow down. We’re not going to hurt you.” The man’s voice was hard, with a slight rumble underlying his words so it sounded like he was growling each one.
Stopping short she gasped as someone pressed against her from behind. His tone was edged in laughter. “Unless you want us to.”
From the corner of her eye, she was sure she saw pure black flesh, but she must have been imagining it, because the face looking down at her was tanned and ruggedly handsome.
Black eyes narrowed as the man glanced over her head at whoever was standing behind her. “Don’t tease her, Travis. We’re here to protect her, not play with her.”
Travis? Then this must be . . . She bit her bottom lip as heat spread from her cheeks, over her neck and chest, and then further. Just being close to these men made her think all kinds of naughty things. Two hunks of hot man flesh, here to protect me from big bad Cyrus. Bianca, you are a goddess!
“Cravis.” She clenched her thighs and cleared her throat. “I take it Bianca sent you?”
“Who else?” His lips quirked and he held out his hand. “Shall we?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she placed her hand in his. “How did you get past the guards?”
“We’re fucking demons, Riane.” Travis said, hooking his arms with hers. “You think these pansy vamps can keep us out? Give us some credit.”
Cravis tightened his grip on her hand. “The point is, we’re here and you’re safe. Now let’s get this over with.”
A scream ripped through the silence and she winced. Her pulse throbbed fiercely as something occurred to her. Pansy vamps versus two powerful demons equaled a major advantage. She tugged on Cravis’ hand and headed for the front door of the towering old house. “Well, since you’re here—”
“No, little one.” Cravis pulled her away from his brother and turned her to face him. “This isn’t our story. We can’t interfere and neither can you.”
“Enough.” His lips curved when she went perfectly still. “Do what you came for. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Look at that. So obedient.” Travis’ warm breath skimmed her cheek. He whispered in her ear. “You know, when this is over, maybe we can have some fun. Bianca said it was entirely up to you.”
The erotic flame lapping at her most intimate bits was hot enough to melt all the snow around them. She rasped in a deep inhale and set her sights on the house. “Stop it. If you distract me I’ll never get this done.”
Cravis gave her a heavy lidded look. “Would that be so bad?”
“Umm . . . .”
“You know.” Travis kissed her cheek and slid his hand around the back of her neck. The slight pressure made goosebumps rise over every inch of her flesh. “Doing the interview here is a little brain dead.”
She frowned at him and drew herself up to her full 5’1. He might dwarf her, and he definitely turned her on, but she was not going to put up with him treating her like she was stupid. “What was I supposed to do, throw a barbeque and invite him over for a bite?”
Chuckling, Cravis draped his arm over her shoulders. “No, but do you really need this interview? I’m sure we could make better use of your time.”
Oh no doubt about that. She considered his suggestion, then shook her head, ignoring her body’s protests. “I have a job to do.”
“I can respect that.” Cravis’ broad smile made her feel like she’d made the right choice. Like he was proud of her for making it.
Which meant way more than it should have. She fit herself against his side, while Travis fitted snug to her other side, and forced herself to reach her destination before she changed her mind.
The door swung open. At first she saw no one. But as she stepped away from the men, a tall, elegant figure filled the doorway. Cyrus’ black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. His blue eyes slitted as he looked over Travis, then Cravis.
His gaze fell on her, hard enough that it stole her breath and turned her flesh to ice. “You were told to come alone.”
Cravis spoke before she could. “Bianca decided against it. Would you care to debate it with her?” He slid his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. “I can call her—”
“No, that’s quite all right.” Cyrus gave a mock bow, inviting them inside. “I suppose there’s no harm in you watching.”
Watching? Riane frowned as she slipped by Cyrus, careful not to turn her back to him. It was then she realized, in sending two demons to watch over her, Bianca had left a lot to chance. Their opinion, and hers, of how much she could take would be vastly different.
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Stay tuned for Part 2 coming on Thursday!! Yes, you’ll have to wait. It’s so worth it!
Now! The GIVEAWAY!! One lucky person that comments on this post will win a signed paperback copy of Deadly Captive. Yes, not an e-book… a real, signed, book of paper!! With writing of course. So comment now!! Drawing will be held on Wednesday December 14th at 3pm EST!!! (That’s Noon to you wrong coast folks!)