Secrets and Trust — Evelyn LaFont

Josie's come a long way from being an average human chick who just wants to sex-up a vampire. She's dated, mated, and killed one of the world's richest vamps and is currently seeing a mysterious, blood-slurping hottie named Walker. Now, Josie must adjust to the realities of a steady relationship with a vampire, which isn't all exciting parties, hot sex and moonlit walks. And with a vamp who's anxious to push their relationship to the next phase as mortality bears down on his human's fragile body, the pressure for Josie to commit is on. Can their night-day romance survive leaving Josie's character and individuality intact, or will the secrets of the supernatural community crush her spirit and her chance at a permanent vampire mate? For more fun, visit Vamplure.com! EXCERPT PART 1 -- HOW TO GET YOUR VAMPIRE TO SHARE Vampires are possessive with their property, their lovers (which are not more than a step above property), their information, and their personal history. It is not often a human woman is lucky enough to find one who shares memories of his youth during post-coital lounging. After a lifetime of dating humans, the best way for you to adjust to the possessiveness of your vampire lover is to revel in it, accept it, and take his attention for the compliment that it is… ---Excerpt from VampLure Magazine Chapter 1 Dusty. Texas is dusty. Sure, maybe not all of Texas is dusty, but the part that my superhot vampire boyfriend and I were driving through was decidedly dusty. Even in the dark of night -- which was when we had to drive -- I could see the powdery dirt rising from the road as our tires stirred it up. Fortunately, we didn't need to have the windows open in the old Ford since Walker, the aforementioned superhottie, had finally gotten the truck's air conditioning fixed. Unfortunately, Walker was pro-nicotine and without the windows down, I was stuck inhaling the obnoxious fumes of his chain-lit smokes. “You know Nicotene-o, you might not get any sex tonight if you keep blowing your nasty-ass cigarette smoke in my face,” I said. Walker's head turned from the endless expanse of highway ahead and his eyes, partially hidden behind hanks of his layered, dirty blond hair, found mine. He lifted one eyebrow and quirked his thin lips in a smug, sexy way that turned my genitals into a penis pep squad and had them sending an SOS up to my brain for some sexlike activity. After sucking in, and blowing out, one more puff of smoke, he answered me. “And why's that, my little hyperbolic chamber?” If I were honest, watching his thin but soft lips tug at the cigarette was one of the sexiest things ever, but I didn't want those lips tugging at anything but my skin, which meant I was actually jealous of tobacco. “Because your cigarette smoke makes my eyes red, and that makes me tired. It also gives me a headache and -- ” “Josie, a headache is the oldest excuse in the book -- ” “ -- and you're old enough to know.” I interrupted to fit in one of my favorite rankling comments. Any human in a relationship with a vampire is automatically at a disadvantage in terms of life span, strength, and speed -- boning up on your banter and flinging it at every opportunity could be the only edge you've got. Of course, you also need to be ready for your sexy blood aficionado to fling it back. “Exactly, so don't think that's going to work on me. I know how to get you where I want you -- headache or not.” As he spoke, Walker's hand slipped from the steering wheel and onto my knee, where it began a heroic and purposeful journey up my thigh.