Every week on First Sight Saturday I welcome a guest to share an excerpt of a first meeting. This week we will be entertained by author J.L. Sheppard’s paranormal romance Demon King’s Desire.
Jenna awoke around seven o’clock Saturday morning with an awful headache. She didn’t want to open her eyes; she was still so tired, and her body and neck were sore. Had she had too much to drink the night before? She remembered going out with Clyde, but she’d only had one drink before leaving. She was walking in the alley when…“Oh God!” she shouted as she sprang from the bed, wrapping her fingers around her neck.
Jenna realized she didn’t know where she was or how she had gotten here. The room she was in was way bigger than her entire apartment. And then there was him.
A man was towering over her with a sword in his hand, ready to strike. He had to be six and a half feet tall, with military-style crew-cut light brown hair. He was built like a Marine or a Navy Seal. No, he was way bigger, with thick muscles clearly visible through his black shirt. His eyes were a lovely shade of hazel, and he had the most handsome face she’d ever seen, with high cheekbones and a pronounced nose. She could tell he’d probably had as bad a night as she. His fierce expression was riddled with worry, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved for at least a couple of days. Where was she? And how did she end up anywhere near this man?
His face softened; he almost looked sad. “I’m sorry,” he said in a somber tone as he put down the sword. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
She couldn’t find words to say, so she continued to stare at him.
“I’m Lucas,” he said. “I mean you no harm. Do you remember anything about last night?”
“Yes,” she said, finally finding her voice. “I was attacked by something.” She did remember. She remembered it too well. Something had attacked her and then bitten her, draining her blood. A vampire?
“You were. I found you and brought you here. I had a doctor check you. He should be arriving shortly to check on you again.”
Jenna looked down, scanning herself and noticed an IV in her arm and a bandage around her neck.
Just then another man appeared in the doorway. He was a bit shorter than Lucas, but still bigger than the average guy she saw on a daily basis. His golden hair was cut short like Lucas’ and his blue eyes twinkled with humor. He was handsome, but not nearly as mouthwatering as Lucas. Who are these insanely attractive, tall men? she thought.
“Ahhh…the lady awakes,” he said as he bowed. “I’m Cain, and I’m guessing you’ve already met Lucas.”
“You must be hungry. I could cook you something.”
Jenna wasn’t sure what to say. She was still trying to figure out what had happened last night and how she’d ended up here. Not to mention she was completely distracted by the towering male standing to her right.
“No worries. I’ll make you something. At your service,” Cain bowed once again and left the room.
She focused on Lucas. “Thank you for saving me, but really, there’s no need to go out of your way with breakfast. I don’t want to be a bother. I should get going.”
As Lucas gazed at her and smiled, her heart thumped louder and beat faster, and she held her breath wondering how she’d lived without ever seeing a smile as gorgeous as his.
“There’s no need to thank me, and there’s no need for you to rush out. You lost some blood; you need to eat something to regain your strength. The doctor needs to check on you again anyway.”
She nodded as she looked away from him. She needed some lingering questions answered and staring at his gorgeous face would only distract her. “So did you see the man who attacked me?”
“I did, but you shouldn’t worry. I took care of him.”
He took care of him? What does that mean? she thought. His intense gaze centered on her, temporarily unnerving her. “You mean…”
“I mean you won’t ever have to worry about him. He can’t hurt you any more.”
“Oh.” Jenna released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. His vague answer did little to answer her real question.
“I didn’t catch your name,” he said.
“Oh, sorry. My name is Jenna Jenson.”
“Jenna,” he repeated. He smiled again and she felt her heart skip a beat. “How do you feel?”
“Like I was in a fight and I lost.”
He smiled again seemingly enjoying her sense of humor. “You should feel better in a day or two,” he said, scanning her face for emotion.
“Try an eternity—I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.”
“You will; you are very strong. I don’t know many who could survive such a brutal attack.”
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