Published November 5th, 2013
Description:
Sex, Blood, and Rock n' Roll.
Immortal Dilemma is the hottest band in the Las Vegas vampire rock scene. They draw insatiable fans from around the globe, thanks to a supernatural attraction called Bloodlust. Tristan craved such an opportunity to fill his empty mortal life, and now he has eternity to earn his place along the legends of rock n roll debauchery.
Callie always feared that Tristan’s excesses would get him into trouble, but she never thought they’d lead him to immortality. To reconnect with him, she must weave her way through a world not only she had no idea existed, but does not welcome her.
Blade turned down a spot in Immortal Dilemma after learning what he must sacrifice for that lifestyle. He finds Callie a refreshing change from the girls in the vampire rock scene. When Callie drags Blade back into the world of Immortal Dilemma, his resistance drives her into the waiting arms of Tristan, who shows her the true meaning of Bloodlust.
But the very things that Callie fights so hard to save are the very things that fight to destroy her.
BECAUSE THE NIGHT by Kristen Strassel is the first book in her New Adult series, The Night Songs Collection.
As part of this blast, the author has shared an awesome scene - the original opening - from Tristan's POV, which you can also find on her blog along with all sorts of other BECAUSE THE NIGHT goodness.
If you haven't yet met Tristan, this scene might be just the enticement you need to meet him. And if you haven't yet heard about BECAUSE THE NIGHT, be sure to check out the details about the book below, or check out a few of the stops on the blog tour. The tour-wide giveaway is open until Midnight.
EXCERPT:
Sweet Oblivion
Tristan, Los Angeles, Two Years Earlier.
All I could see through my haze was blonde hair. I was already well on my way to oblivion that night, but I couldn’t let this one get away.
Who was this chick? She stared me down, but didn’t approach. I didn’t chase women. They chased me. Numb to the burn, I finished my drink in one gulp before I made my move.
“I can make you a star in your own right, Tristan,” she whispered in my ear as she ran her hand lightly down my chest. I shuddered as her cool fingers trailed down to my stomach.
This I had to see. I could wipe my ass with my father’s money. What could she have that I needed?
I closed my eyes, moaning as she nibbled at my neck. Whatever she offered, she had my attention. I savored her scent. Sunshine. Familiar.
I had to be tripping. She wasn’t here.
As my lips met hers, I led her to the dingy backstage area, just like I did after every show here. My post show ritual never changed, not even for her. I navigated down the hallway, lit only by blacklight, careful not to bang up against the sticky walls. I eased her down towards the couch, which had seen plenty of action of this kind, and kicked the door closed behind us.
“What’s your name?” Just a formality.
“Talis,” she pulled her cool mouth away from my body long enough to respond. “I’ve been watching you.”
She had made her way down below my stomach, licking and playing with the hair that trailed down below my belt buckle. I arched my back, unable to take much more. Was she trying to make a fool out of me? I had started to undo my pants to free myself, but she slapped my hands away, like I had done something bad. This wasn’t right. I was supposed to be in control. But with her, this was almost a relief.
I’d do whatever she wanted.
Somehow, she had my on my knees, kneeling on the couch cushion. She crawled back up my body, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and placing herself in my lap. Her hair and smile glowed in the darkness, blurry with her face so close to mine. “I’m going to be your whole world.”
“Show me, baby.”
She pushed my shoulders and pinned me down. Now she had my attention. This chick was strong. Maybe it was just the dope messing with me. She leaned over me, her cold eyes demanded an audience.
“This is going to be everything you ever wanted.”
Kissing me again, she worked her way down to my neck. She licked and nipped it, sending a shiver through my body.
I could get used to this.
About the author:
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house. Because The Night is the first book from The Night Songs Collection.
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