"4 1/2 Hearts!...I loved this novella!...A thrilling, adventurous read that I won't soon forget. The plot is filled with non-stop action and super-hot sex...A wonderful start of what could be a [phenomenonal] series crafted by Brit Blaise...In addition to the suspenseful aspect, this novel also contains scorching sexual encounters that will having you sweltering with hot desire and have you seeking out a fire extinguisher to cool you down. Whew! The sensational interactions between Coop and Jenna were naughtily wicked and lustfully sexy. If you are looking for tale that is mellow in nature, then this isn't the book for you. However, if you are in need of a storyline that is unique, full of action with red-hot sex and fantastic characters, then search no more because Slayers Inc. is that book."--Contessa, The Romance Studio
"5 Hearts!...Was drawn in from the first paragraphs. Jenna is sassy, cocky and very horny. She’s a no-nonsense kind of a girl who sometimes has the problem of getting her sexual urges mixed up with her need for blood urges. Coop is a doll. Handsome, rugged, totally alpha, this man is able to get every woman’s pulse going. So, we have a horny vampire, a mysterious but hot hero, a great plot and some sensual, seductive, totally hot sex scenes. All good ingredients for the perfect book and this one sure is. This reviewer enjoyed every word and the banter between the characters is funny and sassy. This reviewer hopes that Brit Blaise will continue to write stories about the sexy men of Slayers Inc. She already has gained one fan."--Valerie, Love Romances And More
...I could get used to this, I said to myself. Or had I said it out loud? It had taken Coop almost no time to get it up again.
“Am I moving too fast?” Coop asked with sexy grin before he kissed the side of my neck and inched down to my collarbone while he drove his cock home. Oh, baby!
I wanted to whimper. I didn’t.
“Is this slow enough? I already know how much you like it slow,” he asked, but I couldn’t see if he was grinning at me this time because his face had moved to my breast. Since nothing we’d done so far remotely qualified as slow, I knew he teased. He eased in and out of my cunt like a pro. He filled me so completely I couldn’t ask for more. I couldn’t see anything through the haze of starlight in my brain from the pleasure building below. My bet was I’d soon be having a flaming explosion, and he’d only just started.
“I like this,” he said. “I can tell you’re ready. I don’t think I’ve ever been this in sync with a woman. Your pussy grabs hold tight when you come.”
With attention on the pleasure, on the sensory focus that would help him pull my trigger, I didn’t want to talk. He raised his head to stare into my eyes, hooked his fingers over my shoulders from behind and thrust again hard. Somehow, he knew I was on the edge and was playing with me. This is what I got for allowing him to be the one on top.
That could be changed. I turned and took him down. Before he knew what hit him, I was on top. He stretched and put his hands behind his head. Cocky bastard. I could make him come faster than he wanted, or die trying. Oops, already dead.
I began to ride him until the smirk left his face. I got going good. This time when I came I was determined to bring him along. No sissy, little squeeze contractions for me. I rode him harder. I could feel the beginning of a deep pelvic push-out and knew I was about to get the big one.
“That’s the spirit,” he said.
“You want to see spirit?” I didn’t wait for his answer as I pushed myself against him and gave it to him harder. The slap of my ass against his thighs grew louder and faster. He quit talking.
Or so I thought. “This scares the shit out of me,” he said, and I lost my momentum again. “I’d sooner look down the barrel of your Firestorm or whatever you’re carrying than face you in public in that dress again.”
When he stayed quiet, I focused again and eased him in and out like a rabbit. I almost had him before he opened his mouth again. “I nearly had a heart attack when I first saw you. I’ll never forget it as long as I live. The way you looked or how you danced. You set my soul on fire and I’m still burning. If all you have to give me is one night, I’ll take it and be grateful for it. How do you feel about what’s about to happen?”
What’s about to happen? I’m about to come and that’s all I wanted to think about. I thought maybe I was hallucinating. Now wasn’t the time for a chat.
“Can you feel my gratitude?” he asked and pushed his hips up to meet my dissent. His cock was magic. I’d never experienced anything this good. Out of control—good. Fuck me forever—good.
“Shut up,” I panted.
Man, oh, man, he was begging for the duct tape.
“I’m just inches away from feeling your complete gratitude if you could just shut the fuck up.”
“Good,” he said with a grin. Then his face turned dark, like someone playing with a light switch. I watched his release as his face twisted into half-grimace—half grin and his log spewed forth a torrent of cum and then another. His release pushed me over the edge, except Coop grew cross-eyed while waiting for me to finish. Yeah!
I think I may have yodeled...