Guest Post and Giveaway from author D.B. Reynolds

We have a special guest post from author D.B. Reynolds. In the last book in her Vampires in America series, we saw as vampire Lord Raphael wish his long time lieutenant Duncan farewell as he went on to acquire his own territory.  In today's guest post, we will briefly meet Raphael's new right hand man Jared Lincoln. 

Make sure to keep reading after the guest post to learn how you can enter to win a copy of Vampires in America: The Vignettes - Volume 1


It probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had … to ambush a power player in the middle of a political fundraiser. But Jared Lincoln’s a hard man to get a hold of, and I really wanted that interview. Of course, it wasn’t just his political power that made me want to talk to him. I mean, that’s nice, but what really makes Jared an interview worth getting is the fact that he’s also a vampire. That’s right, I said “vampire.” Yeah, they really do exist. And, no, I don’t think they give a damn whether the rest of us believe in them or not.

Real vampires are nothing like the ones in most books. They don’t skulk in the shadows and they don’t look like death warmed over. In fact, they’re not dead at all. No one wants to talk about it—especially not the vamps themselves--but from what I can beg, bribe or steal from my various sources, vampirism is more like a virus—a super virus that grants virtual immortality along with a variety of super powers. I suppose I was lucky that Jared didn’t simply zap me with his vampire super powers that night, because he sure as hell wasn’t happy when I accosted, er, approached him during the fundraiser.

“Jared,” I said cheerfully, addressing him like we were old buddies. “Rumor has it you’ve just been promoted.”

He made some excuse to the society matron who’d been fawning all over him—as if she had a chance in hell with a guy who looked like Jared. She was old enough to be his mother, maybe his grandmother. Although, come to think of it and youthful looks aside, I have no idea how old Jared really is. I wondered then if he’d tell me if I asked. I know now that he wouldn’t have.

Anyway, having sent the society matron gently on her way, Jared turned and gave me a very unfriendly look. His voice was smooth and mellow … and filled with disdain when he said to me, “And you are?”

Ooooh, that hurt. Or, it would have if I’d fallen for it. I’m no Barbara Walters, but I’m not completely unknown in Colorado’s political circles, either. He knew who I was. He was just being a dick. And, okay, yeah, a very attractive dick with a great voice. A dick I wouldn’t have minded getting to know better, if he wasn’t being such a … dick. Huh, maybe I’m carrying the dick thing a little too far. So sue me.

“Come on, Jared,” I wheedled. “Why the secrecy? Reliable sources tell me you got the big promotion, the key to the executive washroom, that you’re moving up the food—“ I stopped mid-sentence. Maybe food chain wasn’t the best analogy to use here.

He laughed, perfect teeth flashing white against his dark skin, his head thrown back in genuine humor. He looked awfully human in that moment. But it didn’t last. He stopped smiling abruptly and turned the full force of his considerable presence on me, staring down from his much greater height. There was no laughter left there, no smile on his expressive lips. “Let it go,” he said bluntly.

“Just tell me if it’s true,” I pushed. “Everyone knows Duncan’s the new vampire honcho in Washington, D.C., which means there’s an empty spot in Raphael’s organization. And my sources say you’re about to fill the vacancy.”

Jared snorted dismissively. “Tell you what, you tell me the name of your sources, and I’ll answer your questions.”

I tsked. “Now, Jared, you know I can’t do that.”

He shrugged. “Same goes.”

I sighed and looked around, taking a long drink from my too-warm champagne. “I hate these things,” I muttered, not really intending to be heard. But I forgot about those vampire super powers.

“Now that’s something I can help you with,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers of pleasure rippling down my spine.

I looked up and found his coffee-colored gaze regarding me intently, his eyes seeming to glow from within, like hot coals banked in a fire.

“What …” I asked faintly, heart pounding. “What do you have in mind?”

His smile was slow and confident, and incredibly sexy. And, no, I still didn’t get the interview. But … you know all that stuff you’ve heard about how vampire sex is out of this world fantastic, and how good it feels to have a vamp take your blood?

Well, it’s all true.

   
   

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