Love Bites, Paranormal Dating Agency #paranormalromance #newrelease #excerpt

A brand new paranormal romantic comedy series of novellas coming soon.

Fun, flirty romcoms with a twist of supernatural and a whole lot of bite 😉

You are cordially invited to join Love Bites, Paranormal Dating Agency. Where fangs, fur, feathers, and the occasional human, meet their match.

Pre-order book 1 of the Love Bites series, A Date with a Vampire.

Release date 17th January 2020

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Witch Harper is pretty sure misfortune follows her around like a bad smell. Her spells end in chaos, her dating agency for supernaturals has an embarrassing lack of clients, and her love life is a washout. So when a vampire signs up to the agency and she can’t find him a match, she agrees to date the vamp herself.
Charmer Damon Vertefeuille has it all; power, status, wealth, but becoming a vampire isn’t what he expected. Newbie vamps aren’t supposed to be dangerous, but one look at his witchy date and he has a sudden desire to sink his fangs into her neck.
Thing is, she wants his bite.
Chemistry sizzles, but when Damon’s brother threatens to tear them apart, the lines blur between loyalty, love and dark desires.

Available to pre-order on Amazon.

Excerpt:

“Does my bum look big in this?” Harper Clarke twisted her torso, casting a critical eye over her appearance in her bedroom mirror.

“You look fantastic,” said Zarya. “Stunning, in fact.”

Coming from Zarya, who had no trouble getting any man she desired with a mere flutter of her eyelashes, and that haunting siren’s song of hers, was indeed a compliment of great magnitude, but Harper still wasn’t convinced. “This is supposed to be my lucky black dress, but I don’t remember it being this tight the last time I wore it.”

“Lucky? That would be a first for you,” her friend jibed. Then she choked on her drink.

Karma.

“Yeah, okay, so I’m not the luckiest of witches, but I can live in hope, can’t I?” She grabbed a cushion off her bed and threw it at her. “I thought best friends were supposed to be supportive.”

Zarya fended off the cushion assault with her arm. “I am. I said you look stunning, and you do.”

Harper drained her glass of prosecco. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. So, who are you going on a date with? A Fae? An angel?” Her eyes widened like an excited child. “Ooh, a werewolf, maybe? I’m a sucker for an alpha male. Does he have a friend?”

“No, he’s not a werewolf, he’s a vampire.”

“A vamp? Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. His paperwork says he only turned four months ago, which means he won’t be dangerous.”

“What paperwork? Wait…” It didn’t take her long to suss it out. “Oh my God, he’s a client from your dating agency, isn’t he?”

Bingo. Harper might have known she couldn’t keep a secret from her friend for long.

“No… yes. He might be.” She glanced at Zarya, noting her disapproval. “Don’t pull that face at me. I know it’s not exactly professional, but I haven’t been on a date in goodness knows how long, and he sounded so charming on the phone, and not at all ‘Vlad the Impaler—”

“Wait, you arranged a blind date with a vampire?” she interrupted. “What if he is dangerous, or worse, ugly?”

“Vampires are never ugly, everyone knows that.”

“Yeah, in the more recent movies. This is the real world, where we supernaturals have to live surrounded by the magic veil because woe betide the humans ever found out we live amongst them. We have the movies to thank for that,” she said, setting her lips in a tight line.

Harper held up her hands, refusing to get into the same old argument.

Zarya thought the humans should know of their existence, and although some did know, and were, on the whole, accepting of most paranormal beings, Harper came from a long line of witches, ancestors who had suffered at the hands of humans who feared their kind.

No, the humans were not ready to know that things really did go bump in the night.

“Calm down, Zar, don’t get on your soapbox. Not now, when I have a date with a newbie, not-remotely-dangerous vampire. As for being ugly, there’s only one way to find out.” She held up two lipsticks. “Which one, ruby red, or pink mist?”

“With those crazy colours in your hair, I’d go with the neutral pink mist—less to clash with.”

Says the mermaid whose hair changes colour when she goes into the ocean. Harper refrained from commenting and peered in the mirror; she had to admit she’d outdone herself this time with the array of pastel colours in her hair. She thought it would be fun to sprinkle fairy dust into the hair dye, going for an ‘enchanted forest nymph’ look, but she’d ended up looking more like an explosion in a toy unicorn factory. Still, it was different, and she kind of liked it.

“You definitely don’t want to wear the red lipstick,” Zarya continued. “As in, anything to remind him of the colour of blood.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Harper put the red lipstick back on her dressing table—she preferred the pink anyway. “I’ve spoken to him several times. Apparently, he had some questions about the forms I sent him to sign up to the agency.”

“I told you all that paperwork was antiquated and far too formal,” her occasional employee/bookkeeper friend told her. Occasional on account of Zarya being an ocean priestess, or mermaid, as she preferred, and having to travel the seas for months at a time.

Harper held out her empty glass. “I know. Any more wine in there?” she asked, nodding at the bottle.

Zarya poured the last of the wine into their glasses. “I know you’re a hundred years old, Harper, but you need to stop acting like a granny and move into the twenty-first century. No one can be bothered to fill out forms and wait for snail mail these days. You need to get the agency online with a website, and an app people can use on their mobiles.”

“Says the ocean priestess who doesn’t own a phone.”

“Phones don’t work at the bottom of the ocean, and my tail doesn’t come with pockets.” She wriggled her toes and admired them, like she always did when she chose to transform her tail into long legs. “And it’s mermaid,” she corrected.

Harper laughed, but joking aside, she suspected that was why her dating agency was failing. Big time. She was down to only ten clients on her books. Ten, and none of them were matches for each other—another reason she’d agreed to date the vamp. She didn’t have a suitable match, so rather than lose a client, she’d flirted a bit and it had worked. She had to face it, she needed new clients from the supernatural world, and lots of them.

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Coming soon:

A Date with a Werewolf

A Date with a Dragon

 

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