A vampire and a werewolf. Enemies. Mates.
While searching for a world-walker, werewolf Jennalynn Bishop finds her mate. But instead of feeling excited, she’s horrified. He’s a vampire, an enemy.
Searching for the same world-walker, vampire and professional poisoner Antonio de Marco feels drawn to his werewolf foe. He loves women, always has, so he rolls with it. Maybe seducing her will throw her off her game.
Thrown together repeatedly, they finally team up to track down the world-walker, never realizing the danger waiting for them if they succeed in finding her.
This 30,000+ word long book is the fourth in the Colliding Worlds series. HEA included.
This title was also published in the Crave anthology.
You can buy Her Vampire Mate at these locations:
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Excerpt from Her Vampire Mate:
Jennalynn turned the door handle and pushed the door open, producing a lot less noise than she’d expected. When she stepped into the room, Mr. Tight Buns turned toward her. A lock of his dark brown hair had fallen out of the small queue at the back of his neck and down onto his forehead. His chocolatey eyes met hers as he straightened.
She kept her eyes on him but couldn’t miss that the room was empty. Completely empty—no furniture, no nothing. “What are you doing in Phillip’s apartment?” Might as well pretend to be an indignant friend of the missing Phillip Kent. Maybe he could explain why Kent’s stuff was gone.
“I could ask you the same thing, angel.”
His voice caressed her at the same time his scent reached her. It told her several things about him but most became buried by the rush of emotion and sensation that swept over her. She could never have imagined being turned to molten lava by a smell and a handful of words. This could only mean one thing. She’d found her mate.
Worse, her mate was a fucking vampire.
When the woman moved, Antonio knew instantly she was a werewolf. There was something about their lithe bodies, the way their muscles moved. He’d never been able to put his finger on it, but he’d never been wrong, either.
As a rule, he didn’t like werewolves. At the same time, there was something extremely sexy about her. There shouldn’t have been. He liked long hair and while her chestnut hair was long, it was pulled back from her face and fell in a braid down her back, masking its beauty. And while he preferred curves, she looked more muscled than lush. He preferred sweet, demur women like the blonde in the restaurant. This woman looked like she’d have a good shot at taking him in a fight.
Not that it mattered. When it came down to it, he loved women. Surely he could find something to love about this one.
After he finished perusing her body, he took another look at her face. Her bright blue eyes were wide, her full lips slightly open.
“Surprised to see me?” he said.
She cleared her throat. “What are you doing in Phillip’s home?”
“Sticking with that tune? I can tell you’re a werewolf. What is it you’re doing in Phillip’s home?” His tone twisted on the man’s name.
After licking her lips, she said, “Who are you?”
What was up with her? She looked positively shell-shocked. “You can hardly expect me to answer.”
“Fine. Vamp. Don’t answer.” She spun on her heel and left the apartment.