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NEW RELEASE: Before Dawn

2 Apr 2008

Before DawnBefore Dawn is out today. Woohoo! Check it out and help me hire a pool boy…even though I don’t have a pool

It’s a vampire romance. and no, I’m not jumping on the paranormal bandwagon. Let’s just say it’s something I had to write in response to the fangs and fur that currently inundate the romance genre.

Be warned that this one contains scenes of a violent nature and which can a little gruesome. (Figured I put that in there to avoid this and this.)

The Blurb

“I’m sorry, but guests are not allowed in this area.”

He moved deeper into the office. “You sound a little hoarse,” he said, ignoring her statement, and held out a flute filled halfway with champagne. “Take this.”

Mercy automatically accepted the offering. “Thank you, Mr.–?”

“Edmond,” he said, a hint of an accent flavoring the name. It sounded French, which suited the name and his Gallic coloring.

“Thank you, Mr. Edmond.”

He shook his head but his hair barely moved. “Just Edmond.”

“Uh, okay.”

He lifted his own flute, tipping it toward her. Feeling a little awkward, she touched her flute to his, very aware of his eyes following her every movement. Not wanting to insult a man who’d forked over two hundred and fifty dollars for a ticket to the fundraiser and a potential donor, Mercy took a sip, just enough to coat her mouth and her esophagus.

And squeezed her eyes shut as her head swam and her hand faltered, tilting the flute dangerously. She really should’ve eaten something beyond the banana and carton of cherry yogurt at lunch.

A hand caught hers. She had the impression of icy coldness a heartbeat before warmth washed over her like rain. The champagne flute was rescued from her unsteady fingers. Despite the voluntary darkness, her head continued to bob like a bottle tossed in the sea. Her hand reached back and found the solid surface of her desk.


That compelling voice filled her head, dampening the waves. She exhaled, unaware she’d been holding her breath ’til that moment. A heavy, artificial scent filled her nostrils and she instinctively turned her head away. Satin brushed the naked skin of her legs, cool and slick. His cape. Fingertips skimmed the curve of her cheek, the line of her throat, the slope of her exposed shoulder. And she couldn’t protest, couldn’t stir herself from the lassitude that trapped her in its silken grip. Not even long enough to lift her lashes, let alone break away.

The exploration continued, soft and gentle and warm…and somehow familiar.

There was nothing to fear from him. That thought whispered through her mind like a tendril of smoke.

Mercy let herself drift, let the sensual pleasure of his touch lull her.

The hand holding hers drew it upward until her palm met a chest that felt like marble under the layer of cloth. Soft lips grazed her jawline. He whispered her name again. From the jumbled, hazy mess of her thoughts, one question emerged.

“What are you?” she breathed.

Lips brushed her earlobe. “The man of your dreams.”

Copyright © 2008 by Ann Bruce. All rights reserved.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. azteclady permalink
    2 Apr 2008 12:58 PM



    Great excerpt, Ann

    (and cool ad at the SBTBs 😀 )

  2. 2 Apr 2008 4:04 PM

    Thanks and thanks, AL!

  3. 2 Apr 2008 6:19 PM

    Happy release day. May you have a ton of sales.

    I came to see your Thursday Thirteen (and need to post mine as soon as I think of a theme). I usually write at Borders or Barnes & Nobles, but also at the ballfield using my Alpha Smart while my daughter is playing.

  4. 3 Apr 2008 12:09 PM

    Edmond sounds yummy. Thanks for visiting my blog.

  5. azteclady permalink
    4 Apr 2008 12:16 PM

    Have I mentioned how much I like the cover?

  6. 5 Apr 2008 12:20 AM

    Les Byerley rocks. I want that man to do all my covers from now on.

  7. Jane permalink
    10 Apr 2008 7:07 PM

    Excerpt number was a scorcher.

  8. Jane permalink
    10 Apr 2008 7:08 PM

    Oops, I meant to say that excerpt number 2 was a scorcher.

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