Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Cado by D.T. Dyllin


Cado by D.T. Dyllin 
Publication Date: October 26th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Available From: Amazon


Excerpt

“A bit sloppy, don’t you think?” 

A shiver raced up my spine and spread throughout my limbs, affecting my entire body. My eyes slid shut on their own volition, but only for a second. Then my gaze was gliding over Lucian hungrily. He stood just a few steps away from me, nearly touchable—touchable but beyond my reach somehow. His hair was shorter, darker too, and he wore another custom tailored suit. There was suddenly too much saliva in my mouth. I swallowed convulsively. There was a dead body at my feet and the only thing I could think about was running and jumping into Lucian’s arms, the very realistic figment of my imagination. 

“Nobody asked your opinion,” I forced myself to say.

 He chuckled, his laugh both dark and alluring. “I could help you.”

“A figment of my imagination isn’t going to do much of anything actually helpful.” I scanned the alley looking for somewhere to stash the body. It would be found, but not until after I was long gone. Nothing would link me to him, and frankly in a neighborhood like mine, no one would do much digging. At least I hoped. If any of my DNA was found on him, however unlikely, I could always claim he’d been a customer at Club Elite. Being a stripper was more of an alibi than most people would think. 

Lucian chuckled again, sending more shivers throughout my system. “What must I do to convince you that I am as real as you are? I would have thought someone with your unusual...talents, would be a lot more open minded.” 

He appeared directly in front of me, scant inches away. Yeah, because that’s going to convince me. His full lips tipped up into a sardonic smile, a sneer almost. “I know,” he murmured. “How about this?” 

His mouth pressed against mine, parting my lips forcefully, laying siege in a manner that both weakened my knees and shot lust pumping through my veins. I clutched at his shoulders to keep from falling, but his arm had already snaked around my back to provide support. His taste was lush, decadent, a flavor just beyond definition, and yet it was familiar and welcoming. I swear I would have done him right there in the alley, dead body lying there and all, if he hadn’t pulled away from me. 

Belatedly, almost as if my body was just coming back online, horrific images assaulted me. People screaming, dying, being tortured... I had no idea what it all meant. It wasn’t the normal way I saw things. Normally my visions were whispers in my mind or flashes, sometimes not even in color. But these—these were painted with all the colors of the rainbow. Bright and bloody—terrifying. And it was as if Lucian was present in the visions—but not. It was all so much. Too much. I nearly fainted. Instead I dropped to my knees, hitting the pavement painfully. 

Glancing up at Lucian I shuddered. There was death in his eyes. A darkness I didn’t understand. And yet...yet a part of me didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted what he was offering even though I wasn’t sure what exactly it was.


Summary

Is the love of a bad man as fulfilling as that of a good man—if he’s good to you?

The fantasy for most women is the happily ever after, the white knight or the prince charming. Or maybe they imagine the hero swoops in to save them from their mundane existence. But what happens if you catch the attention of the villain instead? Tiffany aka Karma is about to find out…

Karma isn’t just a name; it’s a way of life for an exotic dancer with a taste for vigilante justice. She should have been more careful though, because her deeds haven’t gone completely unnoticed. A man who isn’t quite human, with the predilection for destruction, has set his sights on her. His brand of love is tainted…twisted, and Karma is powerless to resist.



Author Bio

D.T. Dyllin is a bestselling author who writes both paranormal and contemporary romance. Anything with a love story is her kryptonite. Her obsession with affairs-of-the-heart is what first drove her to begin twisting her own tales of scorching romance. 

D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Little Rock, Arkansas with her husband and two spoiled German Shepherds.





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