Eve Vaughn, Romance Author


part of the Blood Brothers anthology
Blood Brothers, Book 1
Eve Vaughn Books • December 2, 2013
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Once bitten, twice shy…

Private detective GianMarco Grimaldi takes his pleasure wherever he pleases. A six-hundred-year-old vampire, he’s tortured by his past and jaded by immortality. Once a promising artist, a personal tragedy has turned him to a life of bitter solitude, avoiding anything and anyone who reminds him of the life he used to live.

Fed up with GianMarco’s habit of sleeping with the secretaries in their detective agency, GianMarco’s business partner hires someone he thinks GianMarco will have no interest in: Maggie Williams.

Maggie’s trying to put the pieces of her life back together after her husband of twenty-three years left her for another woman. Determined to start her new job with pride, she’s dismayed to meet her arrogant, super-sexy boss.

As passion threatens their hearts, a powerful enemy from GianMarco’s past threatens their very lives.

Read an Excerpt

GianMarco edged to the door as he felt his control slipping. “Well, Take care of yourself, Maggie, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Maggie’s response was to wrap her arms around his waist. “Thank you so much, GianMarco.” She stood on the tip of her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Her eyes widened. “Oh no. I’m sorry for being so impulsive. I don’t know what came over me just now. I’m just grateful to have my job back.”
When she pulled away he snaked his arms around her and held her tight. He’d tried so hard to reign in his lust but the contact of those soft lips against his skin was more than he could handle.
“GianMarco?” she whispered in apparent surprise.
He didn’t respond with words, instead he lifted her in his arms and crushed her lips beneath his. GianMarco took advantage of Maggie’s shocked gasp by, pushing his tongue into the warm, sweet cavern of her mouth to taste her more thoroughly.
GianMarco was caught up in a whirlwind of ecstasy so strong there was no escape. Maggie circled her arms around his neck as she returned his kiss with an unabashed passion of her own. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been so caught up in desire like he experienced now, despite the fact that he had been married. With one arm still holding her tightly, GianMarco slid the other hand down her back to cup her shapely bottom, squeezing it roughly in his palm. Maggie had ignited a fire within him that threatened to consume them both.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched and kissed like this,” Maggie whispered against his mouth.
GianMarco marched over to the couch with her in his arms. He devoured her mouth with his, unable to get enough of the taste of Maggie. He unbuttoned her blouse with skillful fingers. She was so fucking beautiful. He was on fire for her. His cock was so hard, he felt as if he would explode if he couldn’t get inside of her. At this moment, he could think of nothing more than fucking Maggie Williams until all she could see, think and hear was him.
She kissed like a virgin but with such fierce enthusiasm he knew that after proper tutoring she would be very dangerous in the art of love. Damn, how was it possible that she had been married for twenty-three years and could respond to him as if it were her first time? Her husband obviously had no clue what he’d been doing.
Reluctantly, he broke the seal of their lips. Maggie reached out to pull him back to her, and GianMarco was pleased that she was as eager for him as he was for her. “No. I want to see you.” He finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it from her body, then he focused on removing her bra. She stiffened, and he sensed her withdrawal. “What’s wrong, bellisima?”
“I’m fat. Someone like you is probably used to model types.” She looked self-conscious as she stared down at her rounded belly.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, ciccina mia. I don’t want you to ever think of yourself as inferior because you don’t look like some teenager on a magazine cover who has probably starved herself to look that way. I’m not sure when society’s standard of beauty changed to hold waif-like women on pedestals, but I’ll have you know I prefer a woman with your body type over theirs any day. This is the body of a real woman.” He grazed her neck with his lips. GianMarco was going to have fun with her. He could already smell the tangy aroma of her pussy and he wanted it very badly.
He unhooked her bra to free her breasts. Maggie trembled as he reverently lifted the full brown melons in his hands. They were magnificent. GianMarco lowered his head to take one hard, distended, dark chocolate nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily.
“Oh, GianMarco, that feels so good.”
His tongue lapped at the dark areola, circling her stiff nipple before turning his attention to the other breast.
Maggie buried her fingers into his hair, holding his head firmly against her chest. GianMarco savored the taste of her, aroused by the unique flavor of her skin. He moved his hand to her knee and slowly began to slide it under her skirt when the telephone rang, raining on them with ice cold reality. They pulled away from each other in stunned silence, as if neither one could believe that things had gone so far.