Passion Bites by Mary Hughes

PASSION BITES by Mary Hughes combines a light, humorous and action-filled plot with red-hot romance. Luke Steel never knew a woman shaking her finger under his nose could be so sexy but when this broken vampire and a driven doctor are seized by a passion neither can afford, they set in motion a chain of events that could prove dangerous to both of them. Readers of SCROOGE ME HARD by Milly Taiden or THE PROFESSOR WOOS THE WITCH by Kristen Painter will love the ninth installment in the Biting Love series.

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Biting Love 9

Author: Mary Hughes

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: December 8, 2015

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Print Length: 290 pages

Format: Paperback and Digital

Print ISBN: 978-1-61923-214-3

Digital ISBN: 978-1-61923-014-9

Dr. Alexis Byornsson has her hands full in the ER when her patient’s uncle blows into the exam room. Stitching up a five-year-old’s cut is hard enough without a blond god distracting her all to hell.

To say she’s furious is putting it mildly—not that anyone would notice. Not with the legendary control that’s earned her the nickname “Dr. Frozen”.

Luke Steel never knew a woman chastising him could be so sexy. But for the first time in three hundred years, passion stirs in his gut—along with panic. Since his wife was taken before his eyes in a brutal attack, he’s sworn he’d never feel that powerless again.

Almost before either Luke or Alexis realize what’s happening, they’re sharing a blazing kiss that shatters her logical armor and unleashes his wholly unwanted mating instinct. And spurs a closer-than-skin enemy to put into motion a devastating plan for revenge.

Warning: This book contains a hot doctor and a hotter vampire messing up sterile surfaces. The usual rogue shenanigans, but this time covering deeper motives. Hang on to your stethoscopes at what’s revealed!

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A click interrupted me, the door opening.

“Sorry I’m late.  had instructions for me. I’m Luke.”

The deep male voice following the click flowed into my ears like smooth whiskey down a parched throat after a long, long day.

I admit I was expecting a sleazy drunkard of an “uncle”. But what I got was Blond God Part II and hey, the sequel was better than the original.

“How’re you doing, tiger?” His attention was all for the girl.

Good thing, because I was in no shape to respond, at least not with words. My own eyes ah-oo-gahed, and my tongue fell out of my head, landing on the floor with a flat splat. Not really, but my reaction wasn’t doctorly dignified in the least.

I know that because, in my periphery,  openly snickered.

Luke was a tall angel of a man, gliding to the exam table with the grace of a tiger. He passed me, revealing a bright blond braid lining the middle of an extremely well-developed back, braid tail tickling his tight butt.

Yeah, my eyes leaped out of my head at that, trying to follow him.

He glanced over his muscular shoulder at me. Chiseled cheek, sweeping lashes, gorgeous, gold-flecked hazel eyes—burnished by old deep pain.

Angel yes, but a tortured angel.

I was immediately torn, the woman half of me wanting to melt into a puddle of massage oil to sheen his golden skin, and the doctor half wanting to heal him—or maybe that was the woman half too, because healing suddenly meant smashing his head into my considerable bosom and comforting the hell out of whatever ailed him.

Luke’s eyes, on me, widened for a split second. Then he abruptly turned away.

Seeing my attraction and rejecting it.

That stung. I’m not as beautiful as my younger sister, but I’m not dog barf.

Then he said, “This woman taking good care of you, tiger?”

The doubt in his voice stung more. I’m a damned good doctor, and I always take the best possible care of my patient.

My spine snapped straight. “I have over a decade’s experience in emergency room medicine. Only a surgeon could do better.” Professionalese for “shut the fuck up”.

“Then maybe we should get a surgeon.” Luke turned a hard stare on me.

I stalked up to him to give him a good eye-to-eye glare in return, but it backfired—at five-nine I’m not small, but he had at least six inches on me. His intense gaze would’ve awled through my skull if I hadn’t already experienced medical peer reviews. I could take scrutiny, even the ant-burning kind. I upped the ante and lasered back.

Mistake. It was like challenging a wolf. Hazel eyes narrowed and kindled to red-gold. My cool wavered. A prickle of perspiration ran down my nape when lengthening canines peeked from between his lips. 

Vampire.

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As a girl, Mary Hughes spun romantic, happily-ever-after stories to get to sleep. A husband, family, two degrees and a blackbelt later, she's delighted to spin them for readers.

She's lived with love and loss, in bright times and dark, and learned we can all use a break from reality every now and then.

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