I grinned and pulled her tighter against my body. "Why would you say something like that?"
"Well, I assumed from the shade you're wearing you have been quite busy with someone else," she said.
What was she talking about?
"Or you've become metrosexual. You know, hot pink really isn't your color. With your dark hair you could easily pull off red," she explained in a tight voice. "I have a difficult time with red because of my hair. I do have a few tubes I bought hoping I could make them work. I'd be happy to give them to you."
"What the Hell are you talking about?" I asked as I stopped dancing and pulled her closer, making it impossible for her to run or knee me in the balls.
"Your lipstick. It's simply the wrong shade or you're actually a man whore." Her eyes spat fire and she tried to pull away.
Not happening.
God damn it. I should have listened to the Demons. My hot pink bloodbath was the leftover lipstick from Christina's kiss. Not good form. The insane lip smacking now made sense. I quickly swiped my lips and made a mental note to listen to the ass-obsessed menaces next time. However, her obvious jealousy made my pants even tighter.
"Overzealous greetings," I muttered with a smirk.
"Right," she said with an eye roll and a discreet elbow to my gut.
I deserved that. "So I assume you'll be leaving for Europe in the morning," I said, praying I'd removed all of my lipstick and desperately sought a change of subject.
"Never assume...makes an ass out of you and me," she said as she stiffly moved to the music.
"You're not going?" I asked, surprised. She was the Monarch of Europe. She would have to be there.
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business," she snapped and purposely stomped on my foot.
God, that was hot.
"Everything you do is my business, Princess."
"Since when?" she demanded.
"Since I was balls deep inside you and you were screaming my name a couple of hours ago."
"Oh my God," she hissed. "Your ego knows no bounds. We've been having meaningless sex for hundreds of years. You have no rights to me. You should find yourself a nice uncomplicated Vampyre mate and..."
"Why haven't you mated?" I asked in a deadly quiet voice.
"Heathcliff, I'm not going there." She blushed and tried again to pull away. "The subject is not up for discussion."
"You brought it up, Beautiful. Tell me why," I ground out.
"Because I..." she stammered.
My anger rose quickly and I wanted to hurt her.
"It can't be because you haven't been asked," I whispered as I reminded her of a moment we shared in time two hundred years ago. I ground my erection into her as she gasped and went soft in my arms.
"Stop," she pleaded desperately. "We could never be."
"Because was more fun to lead me on, play with my pathetic emotions and then rip out my heart?"
"Is that what you think?" she whispered.
"It's what I know, Red. I'm good enough to fuck but not to mate. You made that abundantly clear a very long time ago." I knew my eyes had gone green with fury and desire. My grip on her body tightened and my need to take her was almost debilitating. Glutton for punishment didn't even come close to describing the new low I'd hit, but she made me weak and I hated her for it.
"You know nothing of me," she hissed.
"I know every inch of your body," I shot back.
"That's just the shell. The part that matters will never be yours."
She ripped herself from my arms and stared at me with rage and what seemed to be regret. She shook and her cheeks blazed with color. She was magnificent. Did she regret saying no to me all those years ago? I laughed at my wishful thinking. She felt nothing and the sooner I accepted that the better off I would be.
"My apologies," I said tonelessly as I gave her a formal bow and felt my chest clench in pain. "What we have had is now over. It should have been over a long time ago, but this lovely dance has truly ended it for me. I wish you the best with your life, Raquel."
"Heathcliff, I..." Her body trembled and she wrung her hands. Her expression went from unsure to resigned.
I waited for more, but no more came. Time to cut my losses and maintain a semblance of pride.
As I turned to walk away I was immediately replaced by her goons. She glanced at me, then up at the skylights and nodded quickly. The blond one I wanted to kill held her sagging body up as the European group exited the ballroom. He looked at me strangely and shook his head in disgust. The need to tear him apart was overwhelming, but I refrained. Ethan would be furious if I killed a guest at the party and I needed to let go of anything that had to do with Raquel. Forever.
Not a problem.
Not at all.
I made my way purposefully across the ballroom. The distraction I searched for stood in a group of Vamps gossiping about things I couldn’t give a shit about. I wasn't looking for brains. I was looking to forget. She would do.
"Christina, are you ready to leave?" I asked, ignoring all the giggling and curtsying female Vamps around her.
She glanced up in surprise and then slithered over seductively.
"I knew you'd come to your senses," she purred as she locked her arm through mine and winked at her friends.
If it were only that simple.
Happy New Year - Coming In 2016
I am an overachiever… and I clearly don’t sleep.
So with that out of the way, I will tell you what I have planned for this year!
In THE HOT DAMNED SERIES there will be several additions. Heathcliff’s book, FASHIONABLY HOTTER THAN HELL will be out this winter. FASHIONABLY UNDEAD AND WED (Astrid and Ethan’s wedding) and FASHIONABLY FABULOUS (The Kev and Gemma’s book) will follow.
In the SHIFT HAPPENS SERIES you can look for NO WERE TO RUN (Dima’s book) and Jr’s book (untitled so far) They will be coming to an e-reader near you!
In the MAGIC AND MAYHEM SERIES, the next book is A WITCH IN TIME (book three) and it will also be coming out.
I hope 2016 is a great year for you and that you will have a butt-load of time to read since I’ll be pooping out books at an alarming rate.
Thank you so much for making my dreams come true. Being an author is the best damn job I’ve ever had!
xoxo Robyn
The Hot Damned Series – Book 7
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The Hot Damned Series – Book 8
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Book Lists (in correct reading order)
HOT DAMNED SERIES
Fashionably Dead
Fashionably Dead Down Under
Hell on Heels
Fashionably Dead in Diapers
Fashionably Hotter Than Hell
SHIFT HAPPENS SERIES
Ready to Were
Some Were in Time
No Were To Run
MAGIC AND MAYHEM SERIES
Switching Hour
Witch Glitch
A Witch In Time
HANDCUFFS AND HAPPILY EVER AFTERS SERIES
How Hard Can it Be?
Size Matters
Cop a Feel
If after reading all the above you are still wanting more adventure and zany fun, read Pirate Dave and His Randy Adventures, the romance novel budding novelist Rena was helping wicked Evangeline write in How Hard Can It Be.
Warning: Pirate Dave Contains Romance Satire, Plot Spoofing, and Pirates with Two Pork Swords. Enough said.
About Robyn Peterman
Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper.
Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke Zero Cherry with extra ice in a Styrofoam cup, bejeweled reading glasses, her kids, her super-hot hubby a
nd collecting stray animals.
A former professional actress with Broadway, film and T.V. credits, she now lives in the South with her family and too many animals to count.
Writing gives her peace and makes her whole, plus having a job where you can work in your underpants works really well for her. You can leave Robyn a message via the Contact Page and she’ll get back to you as soon as her bizarre life permits! She loves to hear from her fans!
** Visit www.robynpeterman.com for more information.**
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