Hi everyone–

Please welcome my friends Viki Lynn and Vina Grey to the blog. Their new book, For the Bite of It, sounds so delicious (you should pardon the pun) and they have some fun goodies for you so be SURE to leave a comment! Here’s Viki!

Viki Lyn here. Thank you Tara for hosting me today.

I have a fun giveaway – a sexy black T-shirt with the beautiful FBI cover designed by Winter Heart Design. And, a $6 Amazon gift certificate to go with the T-shirt. To win: Just leave a comment, and I’ll randomly pick one winner by Tuesday, April 15. I’ll post the winner in the comment section of this post.

I took the liberty of ringing John to ask if he would let me interview him. He wasn’t thrilled to be interrupted at the precinct, but hey, how else am I going to get a hold of the workaholic who has no life. He agreed to meet at Vince’s bakery – For The Bite Of It. I suspect to catch a glimpse of his beautiful Italian lover, and to indulge in his chocolate sweet tooth.

VL: John, thanks for taking the time out to meet with me. I know you’re a busy man.

JR: <munching down on a Le Petite Mort cupcake) Um, ah, yeah. Sorry. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Working on a case.

VL: Yeah, I did give you that chocolate craving. <grinning>

JR: Jesus. That’s why I’m jogging around Tempe Town Lake every day. <pats his flat stomach>

VL: <eyeing the luscious chocolate filling> Didn’t Vincent create that cupcake especially with you in mind? Le Petite Mort… a little death. That’s not all he had in mind, was it.

JR: <face turns bright red> Ah, hey, didn’t you have some questions for me. I don’t have all day.

VL: Grumpy as ever. I thought your readers might like hearing how you got together with Vince?

JR: <quickly looks around, then lowers his voice> Hell, we’re not <air quotes> ‘together’. Not really. Ah, well, kind of, but no one knows I’m seeing him. I don’t date men that live in the same town.

VG: So what possessed you to break your golden rule?

JR: Have you taken a good look at him?

Vince steps from the kitchen, wiping his hand on his apron. He turns his silver-blue eyes to John and smiles. My heart flips at the sight! <fanning myself>

JR: <turns even redder> Shit. He heard me.

Vince: <winks at me and I swear, I swoon>

Vince: Don’t let his grumpy exterior fool you. He’s a softie inside. <Grinning from ear to ear, he saunters back into the kitchen>

JR: Arrogant ass. He’s too smart for his own good.

VG: (still fanning myself) Yeah, he’s hard to ignore.

JR: <scratches his chin, narrowing his blue eyes at me> Call it gut instinct, but he’s hiding something.

VG: But that hasn’t stopped you from pursuing him.

JR: Hey, he’s pursuing me. He tricked me into our first date!

VL: <chuckling> Okay, I got it wrong, even though Vina and wrote the book.

JR: <John cellphone rings. He answers, visibly relieved for an excuse to end the interview> Gotta take this. Might be important.

John rushes out of the bakery, like a bat out of hell. J

Well, that went…well. Here is a blurb and excerpt from our first book in the Orbus Arcana series!

For The Bite Of It.

A vampire, a cupcake, plus one sexy cop, is a recipe for trouble.

VINCENT KAMATEROS is an exiled vampire making a routine living as the owner of a cupcake bakery in Arizona. Until a car with a dead driver crashes through the wall of his shop, bringing after it, All-American, closeted cop, JOHN REEDER. Smitten the instant he sees John, but bound to silence by the Vampire High Council, he can never reveal his true self to John.

John Reeder can’t control his attraction to the sexy Italian baker. But as addictive as the sex is, John can’t overcome his fear of rejection for being gay, and open his heart to a man with so many secrets.

 

Excerpt:

For The Bite Of It excerpt, copyright © Viki Lyn and Vina Grey, 2014

Chapter One

The front half of a silver sedan decorated his bakery, its nose nudging the counter, glass shards peppering the floor like confetti. Except Vincent Kamateros wasn’t celebrating. Didn’t have much to celebrate, really.

He stepped around the vehicle, and glass crunched under his clogs despite his walking-on-hot-coals strut. The car had nose-dived into his store about an hour ago. His landlord, Mr. Sala, slumped between his seat and air bag. Dead. If it wasn’t so serious, the situation could have been a scene from a cure-for-insomnia B grade movie you watched at three in the morning.

“Sir, the crime scene is off limits.”

He took out his irritation on the unfortunate crime scene tech, pinning the man with his gaze. “The entire bakery cannot be a crime scene, surely?” Fine for them to tape off the scene, but he wasn’t leaving his shop.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll get my supervisor.” The young fellow scampered away.

Ah good, so he could still intimidate with a look. All was perhaps not lost. Except his life as he had known it and his powers. Madre de dios. Enough with this maudlin mood.

Vince pressed his thumbs to his eyes. These humans made him jumpy. Eight weeks without warm, flowing blood had left him as nervous as a caged bird with a cat tapping on the bars.

“Sir, you need to step back.” One of Tempe’s best in a navy uniform held out his hand to stop Vince. The place crawled with them.

He intimidated the human with a forceful glare but a voice from behind distracted him.

“Excuse me, are you the owner?”

The deep tone made him think of fire lit nights and warm sheepskin rugs and bodies twined in lust. Surely, lack of blood would not lead to such a reaction to a male voice. He turned.

Ah, yes. Fire, rug, desire­ – emotions evoked by a voice and the physical appearance of the man before him. He took in the man from his broad shoulders to his polished loafers. He couldn’t help it. Dark sleek pants hugged muscled thighs. A blue polo shirt outlined shoulders embodying the clichéd mile. That cock-sure stance, feet apart, slightly on his toes. This man would tempt a saint buried twenty-feet under.

He pursed his lips to hold back a smirk as the man stepped away from Vince’s scrutiny. Though Vince had to give him credit for not backing off the stare-down.

“Yes, this is my bakery.” Vince scrutinized the man’s body again. A tingle behind his eyes warned him to curb his lust before his eyes changed color. It had been decades since he’d had such a gut reaction to a man. He blinked and mentally willed away his innate response to such a strong emotion.

“I’m Detective Reeder, this is Detective Norman.” The detective indicated a redheaded woman beside him with a flip of his hand. “We need to ask you some questions.”

He blinked at the ID thrust under his nose – J. Reeder. What did the J stand for?

Something typifying the boy next store with his clean-cut looks – Jake, John, Joe?

“Sure. Er…where do you want me?” His brain couldn’t swing a more polished response.

 Say here, right now, on your knees.

He really had to do something about his abstinence. Maybe, in a less blood-deprived state, this unexpected All-American male wouldn’t tempt him.

“Let’s get out of this mess.” Detective Reeder pivoted on one heel and walked away.

Not for a bag of fresh blood could Vince have stopped his eyes from darting down again. The front view had set up the back one perfectly – a begging-to-be-held ass.

The detective glanced over his shoulder. “Unless you want to come back to the station.”

Vince shook his head. This man brought back memories of the thrill of the chase, the enticing two-step when attraction first hit.

“Outside is fine.” His more lustful thoughts came to a halt when he passed the shattered window. The damage to his shop caused a pang in his heart. Who knew when he’d been talked into buying a cupcake bakery he would become so proprietary? Life sure took the strangest twists and turns.

 

Website and Social Media Link:

Viki Lyn:

http://www.vikilyn.com

http://www.vikilyn.com/blog

http://twitter.com/vikilynromance

https://www.facebook.com/vikilynromance

 

Vina Grey:

http://www.vinagrey.wordpress.com

https://www.facebook.com/vina.grey.1

 

Viki and Vina Bio:

An introvert and artist with a healthy dose of skepticism about life and love =Viki. An extrovert and academic and a die-hard romantic =Vina. It was so not a match made in heaven. But Viki and Vina discovered a mutual love of traveling around the world, the paranormal, good coffee, and a healthy admiration for their respective creativity. Sitting in a coffee shop one day, they started brainstorming about story plots and Vince and John and the car crash in the bakery. A story was born. Vina writes the sappy romance and Viki tempers it. Between them, they managed to find their boys a ‘happily ever after’.

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