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Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye [MultiFormat]
eBook by Imari Jade
eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: An ancient Mayan prediction about the end of the world has begun?who will survive? Twenty-five year old dhampire, Isabella Denning is pissed that the world did not end on December 21, 2012 as the ancient Mayan's predicted. She is tired of battling demons, fussing with her vampire father and his people and fighting off the advances of Alesandro Roma, an eight hundred year old vampire who fancies himself in love with her. As if having a contract on her head isn't bad enough, a portal has opened between the mortal world and the Underworld and unleashed unspeakable horrors on the fair city of New Orleans. Isabella might be the only person who can save the world, but at the moment she just doesn't give a damn. Excerpt: Isabella slowly opened her eyes again and looked up into his face. Alesandro had her cradled in his arms like a baby as they ascended to the ground very quickly. "I am not." Alesandro landed on his feet like a cat and he continued to hold her in his arms. "Why do you tease me so, Isabella? You do know how I feel about you?" "You have a piss poor way of showing it, dropping me like that." She wiggled out of his arms and walked away from him. "I could have bitten you and made you my eternal bride." "And my father would have killed your ass," Isabella said matter-of-factly."I am not afraid of your father," Alesandro assured her. "He might have more muscle but I'm still older than he is. That means that I am more powerful than him." Isabella chuckled. "You're too old for me. I don't date old men." "What's a couple of hundred years?" Isabella rolled her eyes at him. She didn't have time for his foolishness. He was very sexy but she would never allow him between her thighs. "You'll be begging me to make love to you before the end of the week." Isabella did not neglect to realize that sealing off her mind hadn't worked. Alesandro's powers were growing stronger. She stopped. "What's so important about the end of the week?" She had expected the world to end and hadn't made any other plans. "Just because that part of the Mayan prediction didn't happen doesn't mean the other part won't," he said to her. Isabella ran the Aztec prediction around in her mind. "Have you forgotten about Wayeb?" Yes, she had. Wayeb was the five nameless days at the end of the calendar, and thought to be a very dangerous time. Portals between the mortal realm and the Underworld dissolved, which meant no boundaries prevented the hell-raising deities from causing disasters. She walked away. "Shit, why didn't the world just end?"
eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Eternal Press, Published: 2012, 2012
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2012
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Chapter One
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"Five, four, three, and two..."
Isabella Denning closed her eyes.
"One. Happy Apocalypse."
Isabella opened her eyes and gazed down at her watch. It was 11:12 p.m. on December 21, 2012. The Earth was still there, the stars were still scattered across the sky and mankind had not been obliterated. "Stupid Mayans," she muttered.
"You act like you're surprised."
Isabella looked over to her left. Alesandro Roma, the present prince of the city of New Orleans stood by a tree nearby, looking super suave and uber-yummy in a black tailored suit and a blood red shirt. Every time she saw him her heart and her crotch did freaky thumping movements. Too bad she couldn't trust his ass as far as she could throw him.
"Not really," she said as she turned to face the master vampire. "But I kind of hoped. Things are pretty fucked up on this planet."
Alesandro chuckled deeply.
The sound shattered her nervous system.
"Pretty much so, Bella, and there's nothing we can do about it."
"Don't call me, Bella," Isabella warned him. "That nickname is only reserved for my friends."
Alesandro walked toward her and pulled her into his arms. "We're friends aren't we?"
"No, you just want to screw me. That does not make us friends." Under the moonlight he looked almost human...almost. Deep violet eyes, creamy pale skin, short jet black hair, and a pair of lips to die for...literally. Isabella pushed him away. "Don't give me a reason to stake you." She turned and walked away from him. He was at her side within seconds. Damn, he's quick.
"I'm also sexy, charming, and great in bed," he replied arrogantly.
"Stay out of my head, Alesandro," Isabella told him angrily as they walked.
"To be fair you left your mind open and vulnerable. Though I expected to hear you think you wanted to make sweet, sweet love to me under the moonlight."
Isabella sealed her thoughts and shook her head. The vamp was truly incorrigible. "Not likely. I don't do blood-suckers."
"Ouch. My feelings would be hurt if I had any," Alesandro replied. "It's not my fault that the Mayan calendar was wrong about the world being destroyed tonight. Look at it this way. You still have me."
"I'd rather have a lobotomy."
Alesandro snatched her from the ground and lifted her up in his arms, displaying his amazing supernatural strength as he flew them up above the trees. "Don't fuck with me, Bella. I can slit your throat and drain you dry before you can utter your next word."
Isabella offered him her throat. "Do it."
Alesandro's fangs sprung forth from his gums and he lowered his face into the crook of her neck.
Isabella prepared for the deadly bite. When it didn't come she punched him on the nose.
Alesandro dropped her and she fell from the sky at a very fast rate. She looked down. The ground came up quickly to greet her. She closed her eyes, welcoming death.
"You are one strange young lady," Alesandro told her.
Isabella slowly opened her eyes again and looked up into his face. Alesandro had her cradled in his arms like a baby as they ascended to the ground very quickly. "I'm not."
Alesandro landed on his feet like a cat and he continued to hold her in his arms. "Why do you tease me so, Isabella? You know how I feel about you?"
"You have a piss poor way of showing it, dropping me like that." She wiggled out of his arms and walked away from him.
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