Title: That
Killer Smile
Author: Juliet
Lyons
Series: Bite
Nights, #3
ISBN: 9781492645375
Pub Date: February
6, 2018
THERE WILL BE HEAT...
Vampire
Catherine Adair gave up trying to find her perfect match ages ago. But that
didn’t stop her from founding London’s super successful vampire dating site.
When a smoldering vampire overlord from her past launches an interspecies
speed-dating service, Catherine vows to crush the competition….
WHEN THESE TWO COMPETE
Ronin’s new
venture is purely about getting Catherine’s attention. He hasn’t stopped
thinking about her ever since the night she gave him the cold shoulder. Nobody
gets away from Ronin McDermott that easily...
Read an Excerpt:
For a few seconds, I’m lost for words. But as I stare between the
bag on the floor and Ronin’s chiseled face, it all becomes clear.
“This is about you wanting me to owe you, isn’t it?” I hiss, fixing
my gaze on his left ear. It’s a trick I learned from the last time we met. If I
don’t look directly into his eyes, there’s less chance of being drawn into
their swirling, blue depths.
He smiles, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable, do you know
that?”
“Pfffft,” I erupt. “I’m
unbelievable? I’m not the one trying to tank my business by spreading rumors
and launching a dating service. I’m not the one going out of his way to ensure
our paths keep crossing in the worst possible ways.”
He frowns, displaying the first sign of irritation since I crashed
into the room. “I’ve already told you, mo chridhe, it
wasn’t me who started those rumors. And as for the speed dating, well, it was a
free country last time I checked. I’m offering you the cash because the fella
was injured in my club. Which means technically he’s my responsibility. If you
don’t take the money now, I’ll have someone deliver it to his lawyer’s office
later. I have their address now, after all.”
He waves the letter in the air like a victory flag.
“I’ll call them up,” I blurt out, voice quavering. “I’ll tell them
you’re a madman and not to accept it. I’ll say it’s not your money at all, that
you conned the life savings from some poor old man with dementia.”
Ronin arches a brow, tucking the letter into an inside pocket of his
jacket. “That’s some novel you’re writing there, Catherine, but I doubt they
would argue if I write them a Coutts check, do you?”
I’m all out of ammunition. “I loathe you.”
For a split second, his cocksureness wavers, the steely-blue eyes
darkening. But only for a moment. “The problem isn’t me, Catherine,” he says,
edging closer. “The problem is you.”
I straighten up. “That’s the most irritating thing about you,
Ronin—you always think you know better than everybody else. I’m not sure
whether it’s because you’ve been around longer than the rest of us or because
you’re just a massive asshole. Either way, you don’t know the first thing about
me.”
He flashes a cocky grin, raking his gaze over me as if he has X-ray
vision. “You don’t loathe me, mo chridhe. You just
can’t get over the fact you’re an uptight puritan who loved the kind of sex I
gave you that night we spent together.”
I let out a high-pitched laugh. “That’s right, Ronin. Let’s not
forget for one second that the world revolves around you and your penis.
Actually, I’m surprised you’re even bothering to get dressed these days. I
would have thought you’d have developed a penchant for silky, red pajamas and
slippers by now.” I motion to the cigar on the carpet. “Looks like you’ve
nailed the smoking part, and God knows the Playboy bunnies must be hiding
around here somewhere.”
He scoffs. “Jealous?”
“Please, you’re not that good in bed.”
Except he is—or was. Better than good. But I can’t think about that
right now. Or ever again, actually.
“Paulo was right about you,” he murmurs. “You are a mad bitch.”
I close the distance between us in a single stride and smack him
across the cheek. It’s like hitting stone. He doesn’t so much as flinch. For
some bizarre reason, this ignites a hot stab of lust in the pit of my stomach.
His scent—a masculine blend of whiskey, leather, and woodsmoke—infiltrates my
senses. I’m transported back to that night some years ago when we went at it
like two wildcats in his bed.
I never wanted to come up for air.
I’m standing too close to use the ear trick. His eyes drag me in,
two penetrating blue flames, dark with anger. I gulp, allowing my gaze to
wander over his chiseled-from-rock cheekbones, rosy Celtic skin, copper hair
slicked back from a noble forehead. He may be an asshole, but there is no
denying his beauty.
For what feels like an eternity, neither of us move. We remain
locked onto each other, energy—good and bad—swirling between us like thick fog.
Quite without thinking, I hiss, “Fucker.” After spending my human
life afraid to speak, I never managed to rewire the connection between my brain
and mouth.
His blue eyes flash. At once, his lips are on mine and his arms are
around my waist. Instead of struggling, I mold myself into the hard contours of
his body, my tongue sliding over his, my hands pulling him closer, and I hate
myself—Lord, how I despise myself—for how good it feels. It’s as though he
brings a magnifying glass up to all the base urges I long to forget, including
this—an utterly ridiculous sexual attraction to a demon playboy who’s murdered
God knows how many during his thousands of years on earth.
I don’t pull away. I can’t. He absorbs me like a drug. Before I can
help myself, my fingers are tangled in his thick, red hair and I’m allowing his
hands to cup my ass, grinding against the hard rope of an erection bulging
beneath his trousers. We devour each other, eyes and mouths open, until I’m no
longer sure where he begins and I end.
But then he takes his mouth from mine, trailing kisses from jawline
to neck. Along with the rasp of stubble, I feel a scrape of fangs, sharp as
knives, glide across my skin. I shove him away, panting slightly, averting my
eyes to the lacquered walnut desk in the center of the room. If I don’t stop
this now, I’ll end up sprawled across that table just like all the other women
he’s had in here. The worst part is, I’d enjoy it.
“Consider the debt paid,” I say.
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Meet the Author:
JULIET LYONS
is a paranormal romance author from the UK. She holds a degree in Spanish and
Latin American studies and works part-time in a local primary school where she
spends far too much time discussing Harry Potter. Since joining global
storytelling site Wattpad in 2014, her work has received millions of hits
online and gained a legion of fans from all over the world. When she is not
writing, Juliet enjoys reading and spending time with her family.
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Online:
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