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“You know, we’ve never really talked about what it means that you’ve claimed me.”

Newbie vamp Anja Evans is eager to find out what it means to be claimed by sexy, vampire cop, Bishop. Unfortunately, he’s been transferred by the Order and she’s left to fend for herself. Eager to make up for his betrayal, bodyguard Rob offers a surprise trip to England, but will Anja find her happy ever after taking her place in vampire society? Or will the cutthroat political climate reveal what drove Bishop out of Europe in the first place? To complicate matters, there’s a vampire hunter on the loose wreaking havoc on the streets of London. Is Bishop being overprotective, as usual, or is Anja in real peril of losing her head? Mortal danger aside, the real threat to Bishop and Anja may just come from within.

We have a winner! The winner of the free book is Lorenda, and I’ll be contacting her to choose which free book she has won.

Thanks everyone for the votes on the cover art for Find Me When the Sun Goes Down, it came to nearly a tie, so that makes it extra hard to decide! We decided to go with the cover with more contrast, as it does catch the eye a bit more.

My crack team of editors is nearly done with the process, so I’m hoping to have the book out in a week or so, we’ll see. In the meantime, here is another little taste of Find Me When the Sun Goes Down, this time from Bishop’s POV.

Anja’s face lit up when she saw him stalking towards her, and he was struck by how beautifully fragile she appeared in her creamy dress. The need to touch her overwhelmed him, and Bishop pulled her against his chest in a crushing hug. “Where have you been?” he demanded roughly, his voice tight.

“Need air… to talk…” Anja squeaked, and he let up his hold. “We went for a walk out back.”

“Alone? Are you crazy?”

“No, with Bridget.” Anja gestured to her friend who gave him a saccharine smile, and Bishop could only scowl in reply.

“Like that’s supposed to make it better.”

“Okay, I’m outta here,” Bridget dropped the smile. “Laters, An. I’m gonna go see if Felix is ready to go.”

“That was rude,” Anja scolded. “Why are you getting so grumpycakes with me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m not…” Bishop forced a calming breath. “You weren’t around, I got a little crazy. Considering the circumstances around here I don’t think that’s entirely out of line. Promise me you won’t go wandering off again.”

“I didn’t leave the estate,” she protested, and Bishop resisted the urge to kiss away the pucker that lingered on her brow.

“I’m just concerned for your safety. We don’t know anything about the Hunter, so far he’s only killed in Town, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have access here at any time.”

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“You know we never really talked about what it means that you’ve claimed me.”

Newbie vamp Anja Evans is eager to find out what it means to be claimed by sexy, vampire cop, Bishop. Unfortunately, he’s been transferred by the Order and she’s left to fend for herself. Eager to make up for his betrayal, bodyguard Rob offers a surprise trip to England, but will Anja find her happy ever after taking her place in vampire society? Or will the cutthroat political climate reveal what drove Bishop out of Europe in the first place? To complicate matters, there’s a vampire hunter on the loose wreaking havoc on the streets of London. Is Bishop being overprotective, as usual, or is Anja in real peril of losing her head? Mortal danger aside, the real threat to Bishop and Anja may just come from within.

Well, I’m on day ten of writing Find Me When the Sun Goes Down, and I’m at 40,186 words. This sucker’s going down quick, and so far I’ve been able to stick to my goal of 4k per day on weekdays and 2k per day on weekends without cranking my stress levels up too high. Can I just say how much I missed writing for Anja and Bishop? I’ve already got pages of notes for the next book after this one. Here’s a little taste:

Bishop came back about an hour before dawn and completed the rest of his packing, stowing more guns in the case than underwear.

“I’m pretty sure they have guns in England too.” Didn’t they? It seemed like the Order would have just as many toys for him to play with there, more even, with it being the big HQ.

“I like to be prepared,” he shrugged, laying his 9mm on the breakfast bar next to the case.

I was tired, feeling the sun creeping higher in the sky even though the shutters were locked up tight, but there was one thing I still wanted to talk to him about before he left. “You know we never really talked about what it means that you’ve claimed me.”

“It means what it sounds like.” Bishop stripped off his shirt and I watched the ripple of muscles in fascination as he undressed the rest of the way. “I’ve claimed you as my woman, you belong to me.”

The words cut through the haze of hormones surging at the casual striptease. “Like a Buick?”

Bishop chuckled, tossing his clothes away in the hamper in the closet. Neat until the end. “You’re under my protection. I’ve publicly proclaimed that you’re off limits.”

That didn’t sound so bad. “As in off the market? Like going steady?”

“It’s… a little deeper than that.”

“Like… we’re married?”

Bishop swallowed. “It’s… different from marriage. It’s its own thing. The ties that bind us together, they’re not so lightly broken.”

No complaints from me there.

“Also, no one else can taste you without my permission.”

“Interesting.” I quirked a single brow at him. “Any other body parts of mine you have ownership over besides my blood?”

“I’d be happy to show you,” he grinned wolfishly, sweeping me up into his arms. I barely felt him lay me back against the bed, I was too distracted by all the other interesting sensations going on between the cool sheets.

Bishop seemed bent on leaving me with a lasting impression to hold me through the time we’d be apart, and I had zero complaints with him claiming ownership to any part of my body when he treated it with such reverence and delight. I had a feeling it might have gone on much, much longer, but I was so tired after the sun rose, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

I snuggled up beside him, falling into our natural sleeping position with my head tucked against his shoulder, fingers tracing the light dusting of hair across his chest. “You belong to me too, right?” It seemed an important distinction to make before sleep claimed me for the day.

“Definitely,” Bishop sighed contentedly, his fingers trailing across my back.

“And Jakob… Do you think he’s really accepted this?”

Bishop stiffened at the mention of my Sire. “He said he did, but… he could change his mind at any time. The Ellri have no laws to bind them.”

“Then you think there might be a chance that Jakob could be behind the transfer?”

“No, I don’t.” I relaxed at his reply. If Bishop wasn’t worried, I wouldn’t borrow trouble over it either. “He’d kill me if he changed his mind.”

Cool beans. Nothing to worry about at all…