Snowbound (Box Set)
Ebook ISBN: 07621-02457
[ Paranormal Romance, MMF & MF ]
Winter storms and seduction go hand in hand…
Distraction by Elizabeth Jewell
Alaska seems like a winter haven for vampires Glynna and Brandt and their companion Erik — until the snow starts.
Publisher’s Note: Snowbound (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Distraction, Night Shift, Lunar Seduction, Melting Snowflake, Snow Angel, and Saved by a Vampire.
Distraction by Elizabeth Jewell
“Who the hell’s lame-ass idea was this, anyway?”
Glynna eyed Brandt narrowly. “I believe it was yours, dear.”
Less diplomatic, Erik added, “Yep. Totally your lame-ass idea.” He flopped onto the couch, grinning at his companions.
It hadn’t been an entirely lame-assed idea to start with. Even in the midst of her complaining, Glynna could admit that much. A trip to Anchorage in the middle of winter should have been a stroke of genius. A fairly large population they could disappear into, an active nightlife where they could mingle, and nearly twenty-plus hours of darkness — it should have been a vampire’s paradise.
And then the snow started. And didn’t stop. Three inches, then six, then twelve. And it was still snowing. “Somebody should have stopped me,” Brandt grumbled.
“I tried.” Glynna gave him a long-suffering sigh, then kissed him on the forehead. “How are you holding up, Erik?” She was more concerned about him than about herself or Brandt. They were vampires — they could get by if they had to. If getting food for Erik became problematic, he’d be in much more serious trouble than they would.
“So far, so good,” Erik said. “As long as this doesn’t go on for weeks, I should be okay.”
“It was so much cooler in the comic books,” Brandt moaned, peering out the window at the still-falling snow.
“You’re hopeless,” Glynna told him, though she found him endearing most of the time.
Erik stretched out on the couch, folding his hands behind his head. “Well, if I get too hungry, you’ll just have to distract me.” He added an eyebrow wiggle to punctuate his sentence, directed at Brandt, who caught the gesture and smirked, his mouth twitching in a way Glynna knew meant he wasn’t aware he was doing it.
“Are you hungry?” she asked Erik. Just watching the two of them look at each other like that made heat curl low in her belly. She wanted to touch herself.
Erik gave her a puzzled look. “Um. I don’t know. Maybe a little.”
“Distract him.” She leveled the order at Brandt, delivered it in the sharp, crisp tone she knew would make him obey. Brandt answered with an eyebrow tilt that made her want to drop her panties to the floor then and there.
Well, if she ever wore panties.
“And how do you propose I do that?” Brandt asked.
Glynna let her eyes trace Erik’s body, stretched out languidly on the couch. He tipped his hips up as she perused him, and she could see the hard line of his erection through the denim of his jeans.
Erik was about the prettiest thing it had ever been Glynna’s pleasure to lay her eyes — and hands, and mouth, and other body parts — on, with the possible exception of Brandt, and then only when Brandt wasn’t deliberately being an asshole. They “borrowed” him from time to time from Marcus, a high-ranked vampire in their cabal who collected pretty minions and often forgot he had them. Glynna had been somewhat surprised when Marcus had approved this trip for Erik, but in another way not surprised at all. She’d gotten a feeling Marcus was growing tired of his green-eyed bite junkie boy-toy.
In any case, it worked out well for Glynna and Brandt to have Erik along. As far as bite junkie boy-toys went, Erik was high echelon. He was a bold one, too. Glynna had yet to see him cowed by either herself or Brandt. Now he met her judging gaze with a smirk and drew his tongue along the full, rounded curve of his lower lip. “I bet you can think of something,” he said, his gaze sliding to Brandt. “Give it a little thought.”
“Oh, no thought required,” Glynna stated. She turned to Brandt and grinned. “Suck him off.”
Brandt considered the suggestion, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe he should suck me off.”
“No.” Glynna made herself comfortable in the recliner she’d claimed as her own. “You suck him off. Go on. Get to it.”