by Abbey MacMunn
January 17, 2020
109 pages
Witch Harper Clarke is pretty sure misfortune follows her around like a bad smell. Her spells end in disaster, her dating agency for supernaturals has an embarrassing lack of clients, and her love life is a washout. So when a vampire signs up to the agency and she can’t find him a match, she agrees to date the vamp herself.
Charmer Damon Vertefeuille has it all; power, status, wealth, but becoming a vampire to get his errant brother out of trouble isn’t what he expected. Newbie vamps aren’t supposed to be dangerous, but one look at his witchy date and he has a sudden desire to sink his fangs into her neck.
Thing is, she wants his bite.
Chemistry sizzles, but when Damon’s brother threatens to tear them apart, the lines blur between loyalty, love and dark desires.
When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
January 17, 2020
109 pages
Genre: Paranormal Romance
You are cordially invited to join Love Bites, Paranormal Dating Agency. Where fur, fangs, feathers, and the occasional human, meet their match. Witch Harper Clarke is pretty sure misfortune follows her around like a bad smell. Her spells end in disaster, her dating agency for supernaturals has an embarrassing lack of clients, and her love life is a washout. So when a vampire signs up to the agency and she can’t find him a match, she agrees to date the vamp herself.
Charmer Damon Vertefeuille has it all; power, status, wealth, but becoming a vampire to get his errant brother out of trouble isn’t what he expected. Newbie vamps aren’t supposed to be dangerous, but one look at his witchy date and he has a sudden desire to sink his fangs into her neck.
Thing is, she wants his bite.
Chemistry sizzles, but when Damon’s brother threatens to tear them apart, the lines blur between loyalty, love and dark desires.
Excerpt:
Maybe it was a witch thing. Not that Damon had ever met a witch before, but maybe she was putting some kind of spell on those around her, him included, a spell he seemed powerless to resist.
Is that possible? Could a witch render a vampire weak to her charms? There was no denying the desire to taste her blood was like the promise of an exquisite wine, but he would never, never bite anyone without their permission.
According to his maker, Nerissa, in order to keep their existence from the humans, it was ruled that vampires must be discreet at all times, bite only those who were willing, and then draw no more than a few drops of their blood, not even enough to make them dizzy, but enough to satisfy a vampire’s bloodlust—when it came. Being a fledgling, he was more than content with the odd blood bag or two and wouldn’t experience the bloodlust for a long time.
His maker told him there were a few vampires, especially the ancients, whose bloodlust had turned them into soulless monsters, and thought themselves above the ruling, but with Nerissa’s guidance, he had no intention of becoming a monster.
Harper opened the menu and studied it for several seconds. Her shoulders dipped a fraction. She looked up and waited for the maître d to get out of earshot. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what any of this says.”
Damon raised his eyebrows. Well, that was refreshingly different. Most women he knew would pretend to read the menu, order something with the worst French pronunciation, then proceed to pick at something they didn’t want. But not Harper. She’d come straight out and confessed.
He smiled, admiring her honesty. “Don’t worry. I can translate if you want, but I recommend the Filet de Bœuf écossais ou Roquefort—the steak. It’s to die for,” he lowered his voice and leaned forward, “but I already did that.”
She rolled her eyes and whispered back, “Is that the best vamp joke you have?”
“No, I have plenty.”
“Terrific. But the steak? Really?” She grinned. “I wouldn’t have thought you would go anywhere near a stake.”
He laughed, but only now did he wonder why she’d agreed to date a vampire, or why the owner of a dating agency for supernatural beings hadn’t matched him with one of her clients. He’d thought it odd, and a little unprofessional at the time, but something about her, even on the phone, had intrigued him. So, was she merely here to check him out, to make sure he wasn’t dangerous before she matched him with someone more suitable? If that were the case, then she wasn’t interested in him at all. The thought disappointed him more than he cared to admit.
Returning his attention to Harper, he asked, “Would you like me to order something for you?” He winked. “Something light? A sand-witch, perhaps?”
Harper rolled her stunning, pale grey eyes again, her long eyelashes brushing her eyelids. “Witch jokes too? Magic powers that be, give me strength.”
She looked at the menu again, hiding what he was sure was another smile behind the pages.
“Okay, you can order, but no snails… or frog’s legs. Definitely not those.”
“No frog’s legs or snails, I promise.”
Maybe it was a witch thing. Not that Damon had ever met a witch before, but maybe she was putting some kind of spell on those around her, him included, a spell he seemed powerless to resist.
Is that possible? Could a witch render a vampire weak to her charms? There was no denying the desire to taste her blood was like the promise of an exquisite wine, but he would never, never bite anyone without their permission.
According to his maker, Nerissa, in order to keep their existence from the humans, it was ruled that vampires must be discreet at all times, bite only those who were willing, and then draw no more than a few drops of their blood, not even enough to make them dizzy, but enough to satisfy a vampire’s bloodlust—when it came. Being a fledgling, he was more than content with the odd blood bag or two and wouldn’t experience the bloodlust for a long time.
His maker told him there were a few vampires, especially the ancients, whose bloodlust had turned them into soulless monsters, and thought themselves above the ruling, but with Nerissa’s guidance, he had no intention of becoming a monster.
Harper opened the menu and studied it for several seconds. Her shoulders dipped a fraction. She looked up and waited for the maître d to get out of earshot. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what any of this says.”
Damon raised his eyebrows. Well, that was refreshingly different. Most women he knew would pretend to read the menu, order something with the worst French pronunciation, then proceed to pick at something they didn’t want. But not Harper. She’d come straight out and confessed.
He smiled, admiring her honesty. “Don’t worry. I can translate if you want, but I recommend the Filet de Bœuf écossais ou Roquefort—the steak. It’s to die for,” he lowered his voice and leaned forward, “but I already did that.”
She rolled her eyes and whispered back, “Is that the best vamp joke you have?”
“No, I have plenty.”
“Terrific. But the steak? Really?” She grinned. “I wouldn’t have thought you would go anywhere near a stake.”
He laughed, but only now did he wonder why she’d agreed to date a vampire, or why the owner of a dating agency for supernatural beings hadn’t matched him with one of her clients. He’d thought it odd, and a little unprofessional at the time, but something about her, even on the phone, had intrigued him. So, was she merely here to check him out, to make sure he wasn’t dangerous before she matched him with someone more suitable? If that were the case, then she wasn’t interested in him at all. The thought disappointed him more than he cared to admit.
Returning his attention to Harper, he asked, “Would you like me to order something for you?” He winked. “Something light? A sand-witch, perhaps?”
Harper rolled her stunning, pale grey eyes again, her long eyelashes brushing her eyelids. “Witch jokes too? Magic powers that be, give me strength.”
She looked at the menu again, hiding what he was sure was another smile behind the pages.
“Okay, you can order, but no snails… or frog’s legs. Definitely not those.”
“No frog’s legs or snails, I promise.”
About the Author:
Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK, with her husband and their four children. When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
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