Bite
Me
by Robyn
Bachar
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance * Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: March 17, 2015 * Number of pages: 211
Word Count: 80k * Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Book Description:
Consumed by the need to feed…
After an out-of-control spell
triggers the zombie apocalypse, Lizzy Addams is left in the ruins of Chicago
with only the slightly unhinged commentary—and endless erotic appetites—of her
inner demon for company. Her blood supply dwindling, she is forced to find
survivors to feed from, or die trying.
Officer Angela Kinney was on duty
when hungry corpses overwhelmed the city. The survivors look to her for
leadership, but nothing prepared her for a beautiful monster who offers safety
in exchange for blood.
Sean MacMillan never expected to
see Lizzy again after she rejected his attempts to lure her back to the vampire
fold. But with his flock threatened by the horde and his murderous vampire
brother, Lizzy is the only one he can trust to keep them safe.
The veil of secrecy shrouding the
supernatural world torn apart, humanity’s only hope is to forge an alliance
with vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night. Though
accepting their aid could be a devil’s bargain that puts humans at the bottom
of the food chain.
Warning:
Contains vampire orgies, angsty demon sex, a frisky lesbian werewolf, light
kink, and enough sex toys to start a store.
Excerpt:
I opened my mouth to ask for a volunteer, and
noticed just a fraction too late that a priest’s collar peeked out from under
Manuel’s overcoat and that he was eyeing me in an unfriendly manner. He spat at
me in Latin and pulled a cross that exploded with blinding light. The image
seared into my retinas as holy fire hit me full blast.
I’d rescued a damn priest. What a fucking way
to die.
My inner demon shrieked, and I hissed like a
pissed-off alley cat and bolted. I slammed against the roof ’s edge and toppled
over it like a drunk after the bars close, then crashed through the plastic top
of a Dumpster in the alley. For a moment I was relieved to be out of the
burning, but it was quickly followed by the sudden onset of the what-the-fuck
pain of my landing.
The world had ended before garbage day, so I
was up to my ass in trash bags that stank like rancid vomit. Mobs descended on
my Dumpster in a sea of arms outstretched to grab and devour me. Like sharks in
a feeding frenzy, they were programmed to bite first and ask questions later.
My pink Chucks had no traction as I tried to climb atop the Dumpster, and I
slipped and struggled. Ugh. Death by fashion. I should’ve gone for the Doc
Martens.
Mobs weren’t good at ladders, but they could
handle climbing short distances, and two toppled over the edge and into the
garbage. I tried to kick myself into flight, but my magic fizzled and refused
to cooperate. No fuel, no magic. One of the trash zombies’ rotted teeth sank
through my jeans and into my leg, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I ripped my leg away, losing a chunk of flesh
and muscle in the process, and with a rush of pure terror I vaulted out of the
garbage and into the alley. When I hit the ground my wounded leg buckled and I
collapsed. The dead closed over me like an ocean wave and clawed at my cashmere
coat with frostbitten fingers until I wriggled out of it and broke free. I
booked it as best I could, ducking and weaving through the crowd.
Despite my fear, I had enough sense left to
run down the alley away from the spot the humans had been. I emerged into the
street opposite, found it likewise occupied by mobs, and cursed as I headed
into the next alley. A metal fire escape clung to the side of the building to
my right, and I leapt, pulled the ladder down and hustled up it as my wounded
leg fought me the whole way. When I reached the roof I sighed with relief and
lay flat, staring up at the full moon as hunger raged through me like a
slavering, rabid dog.
I needed to feed, and the only living humans
in Chicago were traveling with a priest with a grudge. I wouldn’t make it home
without blood—hell, I wouldn’t make it off this rooftop. In a few hours the sun
would rise and I’d be Lizzy Addams flambé.
It sucked
to be a vampire at the end of the world.
My Review:
I absolutely loved this fascinating tale. Lizzy is an unbelievable character that I enjoyed reading about. She is strong yet has a sensitive, so quirky yet dangerous. A zombie apocalypse has destroyed her food source, the blood bank, so now she must help humans in an attempt to find a willing blood donor. This book had me eagerly turning the pages to find out how Lizzy handles both human survivors as well as her inner demon, Elizabeth. The storyline is so fun and enjoyable that I didn't want the book to end. I am looking forward to reading more stories from this very talented author and highly recommend lovers of paranormal/dystopian romances check out this wonderful book! ~Booklover Sue
About
the Author:
Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories
with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against
the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical
paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space
opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing.
Her books have finaled in PRISM
Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the
EPIC eBook Awards.
As a gamer, Robyn has spent many
hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in
mmorpgs.
Tour
giveaway:
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