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A Hero’s Blog Hop–Ian from A Hunter’s Angel

This post contains aldult themes.

Are you ready to hear what your favorite romance heroes have to say? Well, we authors are ready to share our hunky heroes! Starting on today and ending on July 31st, over 100 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about romance heroes, a character post from them, and what we love about romance and men in general.

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 100 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger. For my giveway, check out the end of the post.

But that’s not all….

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 100 times!

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

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3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!

(Sorry only US residents only are eligible to win the swag pack)

For the complete list of bloggers participating in the Blog Hop, follow this link to Carrie Ann Ryan’s website: http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/p/a-heros-hop.html

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WARNING:  MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Ian McHenry–The Unlikely Hero

If you were to ask a romance writer who is the most important character in their stories, I’m almost a 100% positive they would say the hero.

Why? You ask. Why not the heroine or the villain?

Although the heroine is important and she must be someone the reader can relate to and like, it is the hero the writer wants the reader to fall in love with—right along with the heroine.

available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon

I’m still very much in love with the tortured hero Ian from my debut novel A Hunter’s Angel. The short story below comes from when Grace and Ian had worked together in Philadelphia, a year before A Hunter’s Angel opens. This short story is back-story both Grace and Ian alludes to in the novel, so some small parts have been excerpted directly from the book.

WARNING: Love Scene heat intensity—Spicy

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The Last Kiss

FBI Special Agent Ian McHenry closed the file as satisfaction tingled through him. They had the bastard. After investigating Jeffrey Cavanaugh for six months, his FBI team and the dynamic duo—Detective Tony Ricci and Grace Wallace of the Philly PD—have enough evidence to nail this sicko to the wall.

His ten-year killing spree had ended.

Ian shook his head. Jeffery Cavanaugh would undoubtedly be listed among one of America’s sickest serial killers. Cannibalism was never easy to accept, but what this creep had done to his prey really made Ian queasy.

Jeffery Cavanaugh hadn’t cooked his victims like Jeffrey Dahmer. No, he’d drained them of their blood and drank it.

In Ian’s 438 years of existence, he’d never encountered anything so disturbing. The vampire, who devoted his life to hunting evil vampires and used his job as an FBI agent to help find them, was about to arrest a human killer who truly believed he was a vampire.

If the situation wasn’t so…well…strange and sad, he might have found it ironic.

“You look far too glum for a man who is about to arrest one of the sickest serial killers in Pennsylvania history.”

Ian shook off the bemusement and looked up to his police partner entering his office. Grace Wallace took his breath away every time he saw her. She’d changed out of her suit into curve-hugging jeans and a jewel green sweater that made her red hair and big green eyes pop. Light glittered off the gold Irish knot necklace he’d given her for Christmas. She never took it off.

“I can’t help thinking about the families.”

She nodded and closed the door. “I know. At least now they’ll have justice.”

“Yes, they will.” He came around his desk and wrapped her up in his arms. “They deserve that and so much more. My heart goes out to them.”

“You are a saint. You know that, don’t you?” She snaked her arms up around his neck and smiled up at him.

“I’m no such thing. Trust me on that one. But I don’t like to see innocent people hurt.” Her warmth seeped into him, and his heart ached with an emotion he’d never felt before. He wanted to hold her like this forever.

That thought had him stepping back. Sexual desire was something he could handle, the bloodlust he felt constantly around her he could handle, but this deeper yearning scared him shitless. “So, are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up in separate cars at the Irish pub at which they hung out. For the past six months, they’d come the bar/restaurant to talk about the case and just about everything else. He and Grace had long ago crossed the line of being just partners and friends, but they weren’t lovers—yet. He wondered how much longer he could hold her off. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Ian couldn’t let them get any closer. He was afraid of what would happen if he made love to her.

As he waited for her on the sidewalk down the block from the pub, he shoved his hands into his pockets. She locked her car door and moved around the Escape to the sidewalk. As she approached him, her scent hit him and he shuddered. Damn, he should have fed before agreeing to meeting with her.

However, it wouldn’t have mattered; he wanted her blood as much as he wanted her in his bed.

She reached him and smiled. He took her hand, and he knew he was in big trouble.

They found their favorite table in the back corner of the pub. A waitress ambled over and smiled at them. “Hi. Your usual?”

Ian glanced at Grace and she nodded. He smiled at the server and handed her his credit card. “Our usual.”

Which was a glass of Merlot for him and a mug of Guinness for her.

Once their drinks were delivered, Grace held up her frosted mug. “I propose a toast.”

Ian raised a brow and touched her glass with the edge of his. “What are we toasting?”

She laughed and the sultry sound rippled through him and slammed into his low belly. “What else? To a job damn well done.”

He smiled and nodded. “To a job well done.”

He sipped his wine as she lifted her beer to her lips. Her blazing gaze locked on his. “What do you have planned for the weekend?”

He shrugged and set his glass on the table. “I was thinking of taking a drive over to Lancaster. There’s an auction I’d like to attend.”

“Oh. Sounds fun.” They’d long ago discovered they both loved flea markets and estate auctions and scouring the countryside outside the city limits for antiques.

“Want to come along?”

She laughed and leaned over the table. “Of course. Since when did you take an interest in the Pennsylvania Dutch? I thought you only collected Irish and English antiques.”

He shrugged and took another sip of his wine. It did very little to the burn in his throat from the lust for her blood. “I thought I’d see what they have. Besides it makes for a nice road trip.”

As they made plans for the weekend, they had another round of drinks. Grace finished her third beer and slipped off her stool. He watched the sway of her hips as she headed for the jukebox that still played vinyl records. After she dropped a few coins into the slot, an old slow rock song sounded over the din. She beckoned him with a finger and a sexy smile.

Dear God, he was lost.

He pulled her close on the dance floor and swallowed the venom pooling in his mouth. His fangs ached to descend, but he fought the demon and focused on the other need burning through him. He caressed down her back to her perfect ass as they swayed to the beat of the music.

She kissed his neck, inadvertently over the spot where his sire had bitten him four hundred years ago. He shuddered with pleasure at the sensation. She put her lips over his ear and whispered as seductively as a Siren, “How long are you going to fight what’s happening between us, Ian?”

He couldn’t fight it any longer. God help them both, but by the need of the night, he was going to bury himself into her. “Let’s get out of here.”

Since he lived about an hour outside Philly, she drove them to her apartment a few blocks away. They made it to the elevator before he had to pull her into his arms and kissed her. But at the next floor the car stopped to let on three elderly women. The clearing of three throats had them separating. Grace giggled as she clung to him. He smiled at the older women, but they stared at him with disapproval stark in the frowns pulling at their lined faces—and a little fear as well shining in their eyes. Without knowing it, they sensed he was a predator.

The next stop was Grace’s floor. He’d brought her to her door more than once since they started dating over the past six months, but he’d never gone farther than that. He knew if he stepped over her threshold, he’d not leave until the threat of the rising sun forced him to.

Or he’d killed her.

Tonight, all bets were off. She opened her door and pulled him inside. She went into his arms again and kissed him with a passion that took his breath away as she undid his tie.

He worked the clip holding up her hair. She shook it over her shoulders. He sucked on her lips and delved into her with his tongue to tangle with hers. Grabbing at his shirt, she ripped at the buttons. He shivered as her hands smoothed over his chest.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her through the apartment to her bedroom. She arched into him as he laid her on the bed and pulled her sweater over her head and opened her bra. She was so beautiful. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them over his hips as he latched onto one of her nipples. Moving to the other, he lay over her. She flexed her fingers into his hair, demanding him not to stop, but then, he moved to her belly.

“Ian, please, I need you inside.”

His erection probed her, and she moaned into his mouth. She pushed toward him, and he joined their bodies with one powerful thrust. With each movement, he went deeper. His tongue thrust into her mouth in perfect harmony with his body, fusing them together.

“I love you, Ian,” she gasped between kisses.

No women had ever said those words to him and meant them. For a moment, he believed they could make it work between them.

“You mean the world to me, Grace,” He said against her lips. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

With the loss of his control, his fangs descended and the venom ran freely, acting like a drug on her as they kissed.

One of his fangs touched her lip during the kiss. The tiny drop no mortal man could have ever tasted had set his throat on fire and burned his control to ashes. She moaned as he licked down her jaw line and her neck. He settled on the base of her throat over her rapid pulse.

“Grace,” he’d growled, “I can’t stop…” And then he bit into her tender flesh.

She cried out from both her orgasm and the ecstasy his venom created. He had never surrendered so completely to his desires. His release ripped through him and tangled with her bliss. He tried to stop, but she was too delicious. The most delectable blood warmed him and gave him power. While he took from her, her fingers threaded into his hair and held him to her.

“Ian…yes…take me…”

He filled his veins, his very being with her. When her hold on his hair had slackened, her moans ceased, and her heart beat erratically, he pushed himself off the bed and fell against the dresser across the room. How could he have been so careless?

He gripped his chest as pain stabbed him through the heart as searing as a silver blade of a hunter’s dagger.

He’d not only endangered the only woman he’d ever loved, he’d destroyed any future he might have had with her. He could never see her again.

The next time he’d kill her.

“Oh, God, what have I done?”

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To find out more about A Hunter’s Angel check out my website (https://ceradubois.wordpress.com/a-hunters-angel-the-book-tour/) for a schedule of my blog stops during the book tour. I will be presenting a series of short stories called The Vampire Encounters. Follow me as I interview Ian McHenry, Master Vampire Lucas Pomeroy, Vivian van Dyke Pomeroy, and have a scary run-in with Shane Chamberlain. Hope to see you along the way.

Contest: Please leave a comment and your email address to be eligible. (Sorry, only USA and Canada residents are eligible for any prize that needs to be mailed. Non-residents and residents of USA are eligible for free PDF copy.)

One Lucky Poster will win either a custom-made pair of angel wing earrings, charm bracelet, or necklace.

Two others will get a PDF copy of my short story Bloodwine.

Winners  for these two prizes will be announced on August 5.

Remember to hop along to the other blogs to learn more about heroes and to increase your chance at the fantastic grand prizes!

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41 thoughts on “A Hero’s Blog Hop–Ian from A Hunter’s Angel

  1. Carin W says:

    Oh goodness I am in love with Ian just from the excerpt you post, yummy! thanks you Carin mawmom(at)gmail(dot)com

  2. wolphcall says:

    WOW!! Great excerpt. I love Ian. Have always loved vamps & looks like Ian is on his way to the top of that list.

    Wolphcall(at)bellsouth(dot)net
    Lisa G

  3. Hi, Cera! The book is already being added to my “to read” pile. Great excerpt! I also agree with you about the hero. I like strong heroines, too, but the hero has definitetly gotta be love-worthy.

  4. Loved the excerpt. You’re right. we all want to fall a little in love with the hero.

    Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win.

    reneebennett35(at)yahoo(dot)com

  5. Ian sounds delicious. I do love vampires, so sexy. Thanks so much for the giveaway & for taking part in the blog hop.
    manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

  6. It’s great to see you again during yet another blog hop 🙂 I’m a sucker for fang boys, and Ian sounds too yummy to resist. I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed. Thank you for this great giveaway!

    msromanticreads(at)gmail(dot)com

  7. Thanks for sharing would love to read this book! Thanks for taking part in this blog hop and great giveaway Thanks for the chance!
    Latisha D
    tishajean@ charter.net

  8. Susan W. says:

    Ian sound very yummy! I’m going to have to read more to find out how a 438 year old vampire got in the FBI. Thanks for being part of the blog hop!

    suz2(at)cox(dot)net

  9. Shadow says:

    Sounds great!! Thanks for the fun hop and the awesome giveaway! Ya all rock!! 🙂
    shadowluvs2read(at)gmail(dot)com

  10. Thanks, everyone for hopping along!

    And the winners are….

    Lisa Walker has won a charm bracelet

    latishajean and Paula Martin both wone a PDF copy of my short story BLOODWINE

    Congratulations!

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