Portrait of Seduction - Book 1 by Madison Chase
When heiress Victoria Aragon signed up to be sold at her friend's Bachelorette Auction, she had no idea that a private bidding war would ensue. Who won the date with her remains a mystery and she can only hope the handsome man that's been watching her with desire in his eyes is one of the interested parties.
Vampire Carter Vaggio hasn't seen such an intriguing woman in more years than he can count. She is flawless but the for shadows in her eyes. Would that he could erase them as easily as he applies paint to canvas. But like many things in his life, she is fleeting, a brilliant sparkle but for a moment.
Or is she?
Warning: Contains a delectably hot artist, conspiring evil forces, a colorful mosaic of paranormal folk, white hot lust, a sexy Masquerade Ball and a Bachelorette Auction you won't forget.
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Series: Seduction - Book 1
paranormal romance (sensual, werewolves, vampires, witches, ghosts, magic, New York City, Halloween)
Portrait of Seduction was previously published by another publisher.
Viki turned slowly, her gaze sweeping the room until it fell on a gorgeous hunk of a man in a stunning black and silver mask. He sat at the far end of the bar, but hadn't touched his drink. She let her eyes roam over him, taking in each glorious detail. His tux looked expensive and custom made. It hugged him in all the right places. His shoulders could have been chiseled from marble, along with his strong jaw.
Her breath squeezed from her lungs and blood rushed to her head as he stared at her with dark eyes. Were they green or brown? Or maybe a smoky gray. Golden locks of hair peaked out from behind the mask, and she was reminded of the Greek God Adonis. And she would gladly fight both Aphrodite and Persephone for him.
The rest of the world disappeared, and she found herself being drawn to him against her will. Without even moving, they seemed to be closer.
Somewhere behind her, she heard James say "guess not," but his voice barely registered. He was the center of her universe. His eyes drifted downward very slowly. Her skin flushed under his gaze, and her nipples tightened painfully. She must be going mad because she had the crazy thought that she would give up her whole fortune for one night with him, to know what it felt like to have his lips on hers, his hands on her skin, his fingers caressing her curves. To know his complete possession of her body.
When his gaze met hers again, she knew he could tell what she'd been thinking. His eyes turned darker, telling her he knew everything, wanted everything about her. She took a tentative step toward him. But Celeste's voice came over the speakers, and Viki's passion filled fog evaporated.
Turning to listen to her friend's welcome speech, she mentally shook herself. Her head ached. So did her breasts. And her knees felt like mush. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought he had some sort of magical power. Or she was under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac.
But she did know better. Didn't she?
What if Grandfather had been right? What if Halloween did bring out the magic? The spirits?