Are our heroes heartthrobs or heartbreakers? Or are they just the same thing? Yummy right? Valentine’s Day is just around the corner for this blog hop and we’re gearing up to see what exactly is a heartbreaker. Is the song playing in your head line mine? “Cuz he’s a heartbreaker!” We love those sexy men, but what about those times in the story when they aren’t perfect. Because come on, we know they aren’t perfect. What makes those men heartbreakers? What can those guys do to make it better? Is there a way to grovel? Come on! Tell me about your heartbreaker!!
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My Prize is a PDF copy of A Hunter’s Blade (book 2 of the Hunter’s Dagger Series) to one lucky commentator.
I’m offering an excerpt from A Hunter’s Angel (book 1 of the Hunter’s Daggers), showcasing vampire Ian McHenry…The 438 year old hunter who searches for his own kind and destroys those who prey upon humans. As an Agent in Charge, he and his FBI team are in Clayton, Pennsylvania, to track down a vicious serial killer, who Ian knows is a vampire he’s hunted for over a hundred years—his very own brother.
Is he a heartbreaker? What do you think?
“I wish you wouldn’t make yourself so public, especially not with him.”
She whirled and brought the brush up as if it were a club. Ian stood behind her and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Snowflakes clung to the black curls around his ears. The harsh glow from the parking lot lighting did nothing to hide the bleak set of his face.
She lowered the brush, but didn’t lessen her death grip on the plastic handle. Her words sizzled with acid. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Ian flinched and briefly closed his eyes. His countenance melted into what may have been regret. It was too damned late for regret. “I’m sorry, Grace. I’m truly sorry I’ve hurt you. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I shouldn’t have allowed any of it to happen.”
He swallowed hard enough to make his throat move and his voice gruff. “Brad isn’t right for you, but that isn’t why I wish you wouldn’t go out with him right now.”
She stared at him, unsure of what to make of his apology. In her heart, she wanted him to tell her not to go out with Brad because he still cared. “Why the hell not?”
Ian shifted a few steps closer. It was as if he glided over the snow, so fluid was the movement. “It’s simple, Grace. We’re dealing with a dangerous murderer here. I have a feeling he follows the investigations closely, much closer than Jeffrey Cavanaugh did.” He paused and looked toward the dark mountain, looming over the town in the east. After a second, his gaze connected with hers, more intense than before. “Grace, you’re not an amateur detective. You’re jeopardizing the case by making yourself a target. Don’t you see?”
His reason had nothing to do with whether or not he had feelings for her, but was about the case. She shook her head. A terrible pain exploded through her heart and echoed in the empty space with each difficult breath. Afraid she’d fall apart, Grace fisted her free hand over her chest. She gasped in the cold air and fought the urge to run. “No, I don’t see. I don’t fit the victim profile, Ian. And I’m not stupid. I hardly think the killer will attack while I’m with Brad. Besides, I’m a police chief, for the love of God! I can take care of myself.”
“I just think you should be careful. I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t want to see you hurt.” His low voice bounced off the sides of the crater where her heart had been.
“What the hell is your problem? You say Brad’s not good for me!” She glared at him, and her voice rose as she spoke. “Who gives you the right to determine that?” He winced and reached toward her, but she backed away and didn’t give him time to answer. She needed to get this out of her system more than she needed to hear his answers.
“You sure as hell weren’t good for me. You left me! You don’t want me hurt? Too fucking late for that, Ian. I remember the night we had. I remember what I said to you, and I remember what you said to me. You already had me. Why did you lie to me if it was only sex? Why did you make me fall in love with you only to throw me away?” She stopped, horror filled her, not only had she told him too much, let too much of her pain and emotions out, she was also crying. Grace never cried and despised the weakness almost as much as she hated him. She wiped at the tears with the back of her hand. “Damn you!”
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