Blurb:
Fairy tales can come
true…
Miller Fenwick wants the kind of happy ending his best
friend got, with the hunky werewolf of his dreams. Trouble is, there doesn’t
seem to be a Prince Charming on the horizon, and casual encounters don’t cut it
anymore. Now that Alexx and Raoul are engaged, Miller is becoming resigned to
being the bridesmaid, never the bride. But a chance encounter with a sexy
stranger at Charisma has his hopes soaring, and his heart is wide open to
possibilities.
Holt Wynne is the head of Helios, the largest vampire
organization in the country. He’s a very influential and wealthy man, with a
deep-seated hatred of werewolves. His running into Miller at Charisma isn’t
entirely accidental. He’d meant to wait, but his emotions got the better of
him, and he couldn’t stay away. And now see what he’s done…
Wait until Miller finds out he’s sortof just gotten married
to the sexy vampire who hates the people who are Miller’s best friends. Sparks
are gonna fly—and not just in the bedroom. One thing for sure—life in Crescent
Bay is never dull!
Excerpt:
Miller
forced himself to take a breath, unaware until he did that he’d stopped
breathing.
Quit being ridiculous. Wine going to
your head already?
But he’d
only had the one glass. And he hadn’t even finished that. He wasn’t such a
lightweight, when it came to holding his alcohol, and he knew it.
He told
himself it was just his imagination. But just to be safe, he began a slow
cautious turn, looking around him, without appearing to be searching for anything—or
anyone.
And there he
was.
Standing a
heartbeat away from Miller was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen in his
life. A man every bit as sexy as Raoul Marchand, although not in the same feral
way as the werewolf.
This man was
light where Raoul was dark. His hair was a honey blonde which stood out by
virtue of being obviously natural, in a place where most blondes were either
created by the sun or came from a bottle. He stood a little taller than Miller,
exuding a presence that went beyond the merely physical, possessed of the
bearing and mien of a veritable god.
But it was
his eyes that drew Miller in and held him spellbound. Blue and green, like
staring into tropical waves, flecked with bits of pure molten gold. And the way
he was staring at Miller was sending the most delicious shivers traveling up
and down his spine.
The man took
a step toward Miller, his hand outstretched. Before Miller quite realized what
had happened, he’d placed his own hand inside of the other man’s, and he found
himself being drawn onto the dance floor.
Bio:
Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short
stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether,
and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance
of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book
appeared, and is finding the journey a very educational one.
She lives in St. Louis with her daughter
Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and
happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever
after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to
see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be
done—she feels compelled to do it.
When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts,
such as crocheting and cross stitch, needlepoint and knitting, and she loves to
cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is Geoffrey
Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to
the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works
can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, Wayward Ink Press, and Amber
Quill Press.
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