Here’s your first sneak peek!!!!!

October 10, 2010 at 5:55 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I know that I have been pretty quiet lately, but that is because I have been working on my latest project.  It is a paranormal romance about a vampire!  I’m really excited about this book.  This is my first paranormal, but I have loved reading them for years.

So, I figured who better to share a sneak peek with then my favorite people…YOU! 

Here it is:

Enclave

By Shauna Hart

Chapter 1

            She didn’t even know he was here.

            Each night, he watched her.

            To protect.

            It was his duty.

            She let out a low murmur as she twisted on the bed, the sheets slipping below her waist.  The satin negligee she wore moved against her skin revealing the side of her milky breast.  His body went taut.  As much as he wanted to touch her, he knew he couldn’t.  She was not for him, no matter how much he desired her.  He had been chosen for this task because of his loyalty, and he refused to dishonor that. 

            She rolled over, her legs slipping out from under the sheet.  He drew in a deep breath.  His hand ached with need to caress her thigh, to tease the hot center of her.  Each night was like this. 

A lesson in torture. 

Each night as she slept, he watched her.  He had to.

A sound outside made his head turn.  Soon, he wouldn’t be the only one watching her.  Soon, the others would come.  He just hoped that he was strong enough to protect her when they did. 

Dawn was approaching.

It was time to disappear.

He stood to leave but stopped when he heard rustling in the bed.  He slipped through the French doors to the balcony just as she sat up.  Standing on the street, he watched her look out the small glass panes. 

She was searching.

Searching for him.

Luckily, the shadows were like a second skin.  They enabled him to hide.  Still, her senses were developing fast.  Quicker than anyone expected. 

Soon, he wouldn’t be able to hide. 

Soon, she would know the truth about him and about herself.

 ****

            Kat Montague stared out the window into the French Quarter. 

            It had happened again.

            Each night she woke up with the feeling that someone was there. 

            Watching her.

            And each night she woke up alone.

            The rational part of her brain thought she was most likely cracking up.  Maybe the grief of losing her mother had finally taken its toll.  After six months, she was finally beginning to move on with her life. 

            So, why did she feel this…presence each night?

            Even now, she felt like someone was watching her. 

            A quick check of the street below made it clear that no one even noticed her.  She padded across the wood floor on bare feet to slide into bed.  Clutching the sheet around her, she lay down.

            It wasn’t just the feeling that bothered her.

            Ever since she came back to New Orleans, the dreams had become an unwelcome guest.  Dreams of a faceless stranger that she knew she belonged to.  Dreams she hadn’t had since she was a child.

            Why had they come back now?

            She closed her eyes.

But sleep wouldn’t come

****

            The next morning she stepped out onto the street.  The Louisiana heat was so intense that she could see steam rising from the pavement.  She hurried through the throngs of tourists and street performers glancing down at her watch. 

            Shit!

            She was going to be late.

            If it wasn’t for her addiction to the snooze button, she wouldn’t be in this mess. 

            That and the dream.

            The dream had been so intense that she didn’t want to wake up.  Maybe she had gone without for too long.  After all, six months without sex was like seven dog years. 

            It was a damned long time.

            Maybe that was why her subconscious mind was so fascinated with her mystery dream man.  If she would’ve just gone out and gotten laid, she might be on time today.

Finally, she spotted Mina sitting at a small table at Café du Monde.  The little café had begun long ago and become a fixture in the community.  With its chicory coffee and legendary beignets, it was the perfect place to enjoy a part of the Cajun culture for tourists and locals alike. 

Mina in her black shirt and long billowy skirt definitely did not fit in with the rest of the patrons.  Still, she had to hand it to the girl that she held her head high despite the curious stares.  Mina had agreed to help her get an inside look at the underground vampire scene in New Orleans.  In fact, Kat would bet her last dollar that Mina was not the girl’s given name.  She would also bet that her gray eyes were courtesy of contacts instead of genetics.   A small gold loop pierced her upper lip.  Despite the harsh glare of the sun, her skin was as pale as a ghost.

            “You’re late,” she observed, her blond hair bouncing around her shoulders.  Her black tshirt was ripped across the midriff and she wore a fishnet top underneath it that had built in gloves with the fingers cut out.

            Kat took a seat across from her doing her best to bite back an equally sarcastic comment.  As much as she hated to admit it, she couldn’t afford to piss Mina off.  Not until she got her into the club.  Besides that, she needed this assignment.  It wasn’t as if freelance reporting was a lucrative profession.  In truth, she wouldn’t have been able to pursue it if it wasn’t for the money her mother left her.  That and the insurance money was enough for her to buy the French Quarter loft and live comfortably for a year. 

            When she first came to New Orleans, she had been running.  Running from memories.  After a couple of months, she began to find her calling.  Investigative journalism helped her push past her grief and get on with her life.   And, so far, she’d done pretty well for a newcomer.  She’d even gotten a couple of pieces published in the Picayne Times.  When she proposed a piece on the underground goth crowd, they had jumped at the idea.  If she didn’t get into the club, she was dead in the water.

            That’s why Mina was so important.

            The girl had literally fallen into the palm of her hand when she moved into the lower level of Kat’s building.  After a few conversations, she had convinced Mina to get her into the club.  According to the girl, it was a who’s who of the local goth scene. 

            Mina’s eyebrows lifted.  “What’s his name?”

            Kat shook her head.  “It was nothing like that.  I just had a bad dream.”

            Mina pursed her lips.  “Must have been pretty bad judging from those bags under your eyes,” she pointed out.

            She tilted her head to the side.  “Are you always so silver tongued this early in the morning?” she challenged.

            Mina let out a harsh laugh.  “No, sometimes I let my fangs show,” she admitted.

            Kat shook her head as the waitress walked up to take her order.  She quickly ordered a cup of coffee and beignets.  The jazz band outside began to play a slow sultry tune. 

Turning back to Mina, her eyebrows rose.  “So, when are we going?”

Mina leaned back in her chair, studying her intently.  “Anxious?”

She pursed her lips.  “I like to think of it as interested,” she answered.

Mina let out a long sigh.  “I’m still not sure about this.  Are you sure you’re ready?  I mean, no offense, but you seem pretty vanilla to me.  Are you sure you want to do this?”

She squared her shoulders, trying not to take offense to the other woman’s comments.  “Mina, it’s all I’ve thought about for the past three days.  I’m ready,” she assured.

The other woman’s eyes narrowed, the tips of her fake vampire teeth peaking over her lips. 

“We’ll see.”

I hope you enjoyed it!

Have a great week,

Shauna Hart

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