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Cici Trent, vampire and media darling, spends her days finding true love for humans and supernaturals (the “Others”) at her dating agency. But someone is trying to sabotage her business and she needs help. Unfortunately, the best man for the job is the one who broke her still-beating heart two hundred fifty-four years ago.
Deacon is a patient vampire. He’s only loved one woman in over three hundred years— CiCi— and she chose another. So when she shows up in his office asking for help, he finally has the chance to lay that demon to rest. He’ll help her, but for a price—a night in his bed.
Adrenaline, mischief, and a little late-night B&E light the passion that even a couple of lifetimes couldn’t put out. But Deacon has a secret and when Cici is suddenly mortal, his deception might be the only way restore her immortality. Can love bridge the gap between a heartbeat and forever?
Welcome back to CABR Robin 😀
Thanks for having me Back Sasha!!
How would you describe SEX AND THE SINGLE VAMP using 10 words?
Erotic. Eternity. Lust. Longing. Loyalty. Passion. Secrets. Lies. Love.
This is a departure from your usual contemporary romance books but still retains that element of sexiness. What’s the name of your new series? Tell us about the paranormal world you’ve created.
I don’t really have a name for the series – I didn’t know if anyone would like it enough for a second book! I loved writing it but it is such a change for me from my straight contemporary books.
In my world vampires, werewolves, the Fey, are all out in society and have been since the 1970’s. People were shocked to discover that the government had known about them all along and used their skills as spies, soldiers etc for centuries.
And while most people like them, there is a good portion who are afraid and hate because of that fear. So, they are a society within our society. So when Cici opens a dating agency that specializes in matchmaking between “Others” and humans – she finds herself caught in the sights of a killer.
How would you describe the personalities of Cici Trent and Deacon. BTW, does Deacon have a last name? 🙂
Cici is bright, ambitious, strong and still idealistic even after 254 years. She believes in love and wants it for herself but it is always just out of reach.
Deacon is dark, fierce, proud but caring of his friends. He stays away from all things human because he thinks it is a waste of time since they will die and leave you alone.
What did you most enjoy about writing a paranormal (erotic?) romance?
I love writing the smexy scenes and this one was powerful. These tow have had unsated lust for each other for two centuries. Whew! I didn’t hold anything back on this one. (and you know how much I love writing a super sexy scene)
He let the silence fall between them as the tub fi lled, turning off the water when it hit the right level. He stood; his skin itched for him to get the hell out of there. He needed space. He needed to get some control over his emotions, his body.
“Water’s ready. Towels over in that basket. Stay as long as you want—the heater will maintain the temperature.”
Cici brushed past him, his body tingling where she touched him. He was hyper aware of her movements behind him, jerking slightly at the thump her high heels made when they hit the tile floor, groaning with the hiss of her minidress slithering over her skin and sliding to the floor. The swish of water as she climbed in; her sigh as she settled under the tumbling warmth. Fuck, he should leave. Where was that space he was thinking about earlier? He needed to get there. Now.
He froze. His body tensed as he willed it not to move. This was a bad idea.
He turned, her blue gaze clashing with his as steam rose around her, fl ushing her skin and making her auburn hair twist into curls that dragged and clung to her damp skin. He wanted to follow their path, licking and tasting, making her burn.
He groaned. This was the time to leave. She’d want to talk and he couldn’t be trusted to keep the secrets he needed to keep for just a little while longer. One wrong slip to Cici and she’d bolt, vulnerable and too angry at him to pay attention to the danger.
“I’m…I can’t…too jacked up. My nerves are shot.”
“Your nerves are shot?” She huffed out a bitter laugh as she leaned back against the tub, eyes closed, the pale globes of her breasts breaking the surface of the water and putting her hard, pink nipples on display. “I almost got killed tonight and I need you here with me. Calm the beast and get your ass in here.”
Whoa. His cock hardened even more in the painful confines of his jeans. She was pissed and his sick, depraved mind got off on it. A new kink in his extensive arsenal.
“Look at you. You’re a goddess. Everything about you says don’t fuck with me.”
Her eyes opened, snapping to lock with his own. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not.” And he wasn’t. She was vibrating with rage and he was afraid. Afraid that her demon would reach out and grab his and he wasn’t sure he could contain the chemical reaction. He swallowed hard, loving the small burst of pain that brought him down a little. “I’m not okay tonight, Cici. I’ll hurt you.”
“Tough shit. Get the beast under control.”
She looked at him then and he could have resisted her if she’d been a demanding shrew, but the goddam vulnerability in her eyes killed him. On the surface she was a goddess. The huntress. Diana on a rampage, but her eyes gave it away. Not far below the surface was her shimmering, open, hurting core and he had to give in to that.
His guilt, his fear, his rage would have to wait.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t punish me for this later.” He reached over his head, grabbing his shirt and yanking it off and throwing it on the floor. Within a matter of seconds his jeans and boots had joined it and he was naked, his cock jutting out from his body in full arousal.
Cici drank him in, her gaze following every line of his body from the top of his head to his feet and then resettled on his groin with a flash of blue around her pupils. Deacon groaned, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking from root to tip as she watched him, turning him on more with that look than anyone’s touch had ever done.
Are you already working on book 2? What can you share with us about it?
I’m not! I honestly didn’t know if anyone would enjoy this book but I have had so many people ask for a sequel that I think I will do it. I’m thinking that Mya and Antonio need a book…
Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her bestselling books.
When she’s not writing sexy, sizzling romance she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Manganiello.
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