I have a question I need answered from Dorchester. So I will be posting another contest on Monday that will run the week and give you a chance to win an unsigned copy of the first four books.

In fact next week seems to be shaping up to be contest week but this one will be painless and have to do with Gwen’s post below *g*.

Until then… how about… an excerpt? Feel like a swim?

Excerpt from: Immortals: The Gathering (out in September)

“Tell me your story,” Leda said. “How did you get here?”

Hunter shrugged. “I was feeding a cat in Minnesota. Next thing I knew I had Mukasa licking my face, and you pointing a rifle at me.”

“You don’t know what happened?”

“Something ripped me from Minnesota and deposited me here,” Hunter said. “I figured it was you. Did you perform a Calling?”

“No. Can people Call you? Summon you, I mean?”

“Witches can. But it hasn’t happened in seven hundred years. I saw a flash of one of my brothers. Maybe he was being Called too.”

“Why don’t you ask him and find out?”

“Because I don’t know where he is. Haven’t seen Adrian in, oh, seven centuries.”

Leda went silent as she digested the information he’d given her. I’m powerfully magical, but someone summoned me here. I don’t look a day over thirty, but my brother and I haven’t spoken in seven hundred years. I’m dangerous and I’ve trapped you here, but don’t worry, I mean you no harm.

“You’re not a vampire, are you?” she asked suddenly. “One with a really good glamour spell?”

A vampire excellent at seduction could mask his death magic. But witches could usually see through that.

Hunter started to laugh. He yanked open the door and sprinted outside, down the steps of the veranda and straight into the bright light of the morning.

It was the first day of May, Beltane, and the sun shone with all its might. Hunter spun around in the sand below the house and spread out his arms. “There. Believe me?”

The sun kissed his tanned and broad shoulders and sinewy arms. Wind blew his wet hair back, the sun burnishing red and gold highlights in it. He was no vampire. Even a very powerful Old One would be a pile of dust by now.

Then before her startled eyes, Hunter whipped the towel from around his waist and tossed it onto the sand. The first thing she noticed: no tan lines. Just strong muscular legs that drew to taut hips, and a long, thick cock that made her wonder breathlessly how large he’d be when erect.

Right now he was laughing at her. “Nice day for a swim,” he announced. “Join me, Leda.”

Without waiting for her reply, he turned and jogged down the beach, giving her full view of his tight, compact backside. He was a beautiful man and his body in motion was incredible. So incredible she had to sit down on the nearest chair and watch him, her heart beating hard and fast.

Wanna read more??

Immortals: The Gathering