Trust Me When the Sun Goes Down by Lisa Olsen – Release Day Blitz

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Title: Trust Me When the Sun Goes Down
Series: Forged Bloodlines
Author: Lisa Olsen
Cover Design:Robot Brain Design
Release Date: Sept 9th
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 



 


 



“I couldn’t help but think we were finally over the worst of our troubles. I was such an idiot.”

 

 

The bad guy’s dead and gone, Jakob’s given Rob and Anja his blessing and left town, so everything should be smooth sailing, right? Right? Not so fast. Lodinn’s still wreaking havoc with their lives from beyond the grave as the search for Carys pulls Bishop and Jakob into the most unlikely of partnerships.

 

 

As Anja settles into her hard won bliss, she finds that things aren’t necessarily happy ever after as Rob’s mounting secrets begin to take their toll. All around her violence against humans is spilling into the city streets, threatening to expose vampires to human eyes and bringing vampire hunter Carter back into the picture. His direct but effective methods lead her to ask – is it wrong to kill a killer? Is there anything she can do to bring the violence to a halt apart from compelling the entire vampire community to her will?

 

 

When Bishop discovers Carys’ long lost diary, it holds the key to his past as well as Rob’s future. The burning question remains – is Carys really alive out there somewhere or was it merely a beautiful lie and Lodinn’s final revenge?

 

 

And can Anja survive a betrayal so deep it shakes her to the very core?

 

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His head canted toward the shower.  “You go on and get cleaned up, I’ll be back in a tic.”
“You’re not joining me?”
“Go on with you, I’ve a couple of things to see to.” 
I lingered in the shower, hoping he might join me, but he didn’t show.  There was no sign of him in the bedroom when I emerged either, but there was a short robe on the bed with a simple note.  Put this on and wait for me.
Rob appeared a few minutes later, still wearing his pants and singlet, smelling of soap, though he hadn’t shaved.  His expression was contained, almost thoughtful as he regarded me sitting on the edge of the bed, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.
“Do you want to put some music on?” I asked, thinking a dance or two might be a nice way to get close to start with, but he clearly had other things in mind.
“No, I want to hear you.”
My mouth went dry.  Swallowing past the flutter of anxiety, I licked my lips and mustered a nervous laugh.  “The things you say.”
“That’s my line,” he said, drawing one of his black silk ties out of his pocket. 
My eyes dropped to the tie, wondering what he had in mind for my punishment.  “You’re not going to tie me up, are you?”
“Wasn’t thinking about it, but it sounds like you are,” he smirked and I flushed with embarrassment.
“No, I wasn’t, I only wondered.  What are you, um…?”
Rob stroked my face with the back of his fingers, the silk brushing against my cheek.  “Shh, leave it all to me, luv.”  The next thing I knew he’d drawn the sleek material across my eyes, blindfolding me gently, but securely.  “Take off the robe,” he ordered in a voice I hardly recognized, a voice I didn’t dare disobey.  My hands shook as I fumbled with the knot at my waist, a shiver of anticipation rippling over my skin as the robe slid off to pool at my feet.    
His voice came from behind me next, his breath cool across my neck.  “On your knees.”
I did as I was told, sinking down to the rug, unsure if I should remain upright on my knees or sit back.  In the next moment he guided me to settle back against my heels.  His hand caressed the back of my neck, the fingers capable of bruising strength now soft and gentle, despite the unbending words.  “You belong to me tonight, and you’re to do what I say without complaint.  Is that understood?”
I licked my lips again, a counterpoint instantly springing to them despite his tone of command.  “You belong to me too.”
“That’s as may be, but for tonight there is only one master in this room.  Do you understand?”
“Yes.” 
“There’s a good girl.”  He rewarded me with a caress on my cheek.  I leaned into the touch, expecting… I hardly knew what. 
  
               

 

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I am a writer, wife and mother of two currently living in the Pacific Northwest. I am a complete TV addict (have to have it on at all times, even when I’m writing). I also enjoy online RPG’s, singing, reading, cooking… lots more I can’t think of at the moment.
The supernatural has long been my favorite to write and read. Werewolves, vampires, witchcraft, ghosts, things that go bump in the night; these are a few of my favorite things to write about. Not sparkly beings with phenomenal cosmic power that are always the smartest, bravest, prettiest Mary Sue to walk the planet, but real people who just happen to have this little quirk…
I’ve just published my 21st book, Trust Me When the Sun Goes Down, book 8 in my Forged Bloodlines series.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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