Friday, February 1, 2013

Welcome to February! by Lisa Kessler


Fools For Luv welcomes the talented Lisa Kessler and her fabulous work! Lisa invites you to take a closer look at her Night Series, a dark paranormal romance series that will enthrall you.  Enjoy!


Welcome to February!

You’ve got to love a month that starts on a Friday and includes Valentine’s Day, right? All that chocolate and stolen kisses… Shew!

I’m a big fan of chocolate and romance, so February is always fun.

If we haven’t met before, I’m Lisa Kessler, author of the Night Series. I write dark paranormal romance filled with danger and passion. My latest release is a prequel novella, Night Thief.




Blurb:
       After the fall of the Mayan civilization, Kane, an immortal Night Walker, has taken refuge in France for over 800 years. The modern world holds little interest for him until the night he meets the Golden Thief and is robbed of much more than his pocket watch.

Marguerite Rousseau is living a double life. By day she is the assistant to an eccentric French artist, Antoine Berjon, and by night she dons elegant evening gowns to woo French dignitaries before lifting their wallets.

Sparks ignite when Kane captures the thief, but Marguerite harbors a dark secret that could ruin them both.

And in honor of Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d share an excerpt of their first kiss… This scene happens after Kane has tracked the woman who stole his gold pocket watch. Le Voleur D’or, the golden thief.

Excerpt....

She cleared her throat. “What do you know of Le Voleur D’or?”

He stepped in closer to her and kept his voice low. “I have been told she has golden hair and her beauty is so blinding that no one notices her pluck their wallets from their pockets. I also understand that she charms her victims until they no longer care that she has lightened their coin purses.”

He tipped his head down. The scent of her hair and the sound of her heartbeat enticed him. Kane ached to taste her. Such an unusual woman. He bit back his desire and whispered near her ear. “Is my description far from the truth?”

She met his gaze. The candlelight flickered in the clear sea-blue of her eyes. “Perhaps you were not charmed enough, Monsieur Bordeaux.”

“In my rush to find you, I was nearly run down by a coach.”

She glanced down at the watch in his hand, then met his gaze again. “You do cherish that watch.”

He bent closer to her, until his lips nearly brushed hers. “It was not the watch that I was after.”

Her eyes drifted closed and she whispered, “Was it for the honor of capturing Le Voleur D’or and having her arrested?”

“No.” His voice sounded husky, his throat tightening as her warm breath caressed his cool lips. “I have no desire to capture such a glorious thief.”

He kissed her before she could protest being called a thief. He half expected a slap, but instead, she hummed against his lips, matching his hunger with her own. Kane slid his hand up her back, crushing her against his chest. Every curve of her body set him on fire. No mortal had ever made him yearn for her touch.

Her hands explored his chest and moved along his shoulders. Before he realized what she was doing, the leather tie that bound his mane of blond hair fell to the floor. He groaned when her soft fingers slid through his hair. Every touch made him hunger for more.

As a god, he had always remained separated from the world around him, but with this woman in his arms, he felt like a man. No longer a shepherd lording over nameless sheep. She lured him into her mortal world, tempting him to be a part of it.

He should stop. This path would lead him to madness. Distance from mortals kept him safe from the pain of their loss. What was it about her that made him weak?

She stepped back before he was ready to let her go, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth. Instantly, his senses came alive. She’d cut her tongue on his fang. Bloodlust coursed through him, stirring a need to shift, to be free, to drink, and he stepped back to maintain his control. “Forgive me. I was too rough with you.”

She shook her head, slowly lowering her hand. “You did not hurt me, Monsieur.”

“Please, call me Kane.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I am not hurt, Kane.” She hesitated a moment, pressing her fingers to her lips. “Only surprised. I think you must have a chipped tooth.”

It never ceased to amaze him how quickly mortal minds explained away their differences. He took her hand and kissed it tenderly. “Please allow me to escort you home.”

A cunning, crooked smile warmed her soft lips. “If I were Le Voleur D’or, I would never bring a man home. Especially not at night.”

He placed her hand at the crook of his arm. “Then I would offer to bring her to my home.”

She raised a brow. “You no longer consider me a thief?”

“Perhaps you have stolen my good senses.”

She clucked her tongue. “You are very lucky that I am no thief.”

“Lucky indeed.” He laughed, surprised by how foreign the sound was to his own ears.



I have 3 eBook copies of Night Thief and 1 eBook copy of Night Walker to give away…

Leave a comment belows about your best or worst Valentine’s day and I’ll choose 4 winners!



Happy Valentine’s Day!

~Lisa

WINNERS (emails sent)
Night Thief
Olivia W., Donna.62, Viki S.

Night Walker
Lisa Cory

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