THE BEAST IN ME
Publisher: Published by Emma Petersen
Genre: Paranormal/Vampire/Shifter/Erotic Romance
Author’s Note: This title was originally published as Danielo’s Undoing. While this novella has gotten a snazzy new cover and new name, it is in all intents and purposes the same book. There has been changes to the content but the story is still the same story so many of you fell in love with.
Book 1 in The Black Star Canyon series
After a chaotic childhood, Katherine Bailey isn’t one to take risks. Stability and security are all she wants and needs…until she meets Daniel.
Werewolf Daniel Acevedo had it all, until a chance meeting with a vampire turned his world upside down. Now another chance meeting with Katie may do the same, if he’s brave enough to let it.
A woman who thought stability was her salvation and a man alienated from the two worlds that spawned him. Lust is one thing but are they willing to risk everything for a possible chance at love?
Unforeseen circumstances brought them together but a mutual understanding and need will keep them together.
**Warning, this title contains the following: Explicit sex, graphic language, a spanky hero who likes to tie delivery girls to beds and a heroine who discovers she doesn’t mind being spanked and tied to beds as much as she thought she would.**
Excerpt from Chapter One
“You’re late,” he growled, his eyes raking over me slowly, stopping to pause at my breasts. “I told you to get here before dark.”
I should have been insulted, but I was too preoccupied with trying not to stare at his chest. A breeze brushed over us and fascinated, I watched as his milk chocolate-colored nipples drew tight.
He towered over me by a good foot and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His skin shone with perspiration, and I licked my lips as a bead of sweat trailed down the valley of his defined six-pack.
He cleared his throat, and I jerked my gaze back up to his, a blush heating my face despite the fact I had seen him examine my chest just as closely. Hand shaking, I gave him the confirmation sheet and a pen for a signature. He didn’t bother to read it, merely scribbled his name, shoved the form back at me, grabbed the cooler and shut the door without so much as a thank you or goodbye.
Stunned, I stood there looking at the door for a full minute while I tried to get my bearings. That was extremely rude. What a jerk. What a gorgeous, rude, sexy jerk.
No man that beautiful should be that ornery. Walking back to my car, I tried to put the picture of him standing half naked and sweaty out of my mind. What had he been doing before he answered the door? Was he in there alone? Or did he have female company and that was what made him take so long to answer the door? Maybe he was rushing back to her right now.
Not that any of that was my business I thought as I put the key in the ignition and turned.
Trying it again, I bit back a scream as the car refused to start.
Digging into my purse, I found my cell phone and searched my contacts for the number to Triple A. I hit the dial button and waited for it to ring.
I looked at the cell phone screen to find I had no service.
“Come on!” I groaned and tossed the phone back in my purse then tried to start the car one last time. Still, the engine wouldn’t turn over.
“No. No. No,” I muttered as I rested my head against the wheel. I wasn’t going to be late. I was going to miss my date all together.
Not if hot, sexy, and rude let me borrow his phone to call Triple A. And he definitely had a phone. Perking up at the thought that my plans might not be ruined after all, I got out of the car, walked back to the front door, and knocked.
I plastered a smile on my face and knocked again. I would be nice no matter what an ass he was. Not that I hadn’t been nice before. Hell, he’d slammed the door in my face before I was barely able to get a sentence out.
After five minutes of knocking, my face was stiff from smiling and my knuckles sore from banging on the door. Maybe he was in the back and couldn’t hear me. Walking toward the rear of the house, I stopped, remembering the large shadow I’d seen earlier.
“Come on, Katie. Seriously. There isn’t a giant monster dog waiting to get you.”
I took a deep breath and quickly walked around the house and kept going until I found a door that was slightly ajar.
“Hello,” I called out. “Hello?” Hand on the doorknob, I hesitated a moment before I swung it open and stepped over the threshold into a large sunroom.
“Mr. Acevedo?” Another step took me further into the cool, dark interior of the house. I tried not to gawk at my surroundings. It was bad enough I was in his house uninvited; I didn’t want to compound my transgression by being nosy.
A large open doorway lay ahead of me, leading out of the sunroom into what looked to be a kitchen. “Mr. Aceve—” Walking into the kitchen, I froze as I found him.
Chest still bare, his eyes closed and head thrown back, he held a bag of blood to his mouth, drinking it. Mesmerized, I watched his throat work as he sucked and swallowed, an absurd heat pooling in my belly. An image of him over me, his mouth working against me the same way it worked against the bag, flashed through my mind.
I should have known. There was always something wrong with the hot ones. They were either gay or crazy. Gay was easy to deal with; crazy, not so much. Gasping, I took a step back. I’d worry about the fact that watching him drink blood turned me on after I got the hell out of there.