Blog Tour: Conquered by Tyffani Clark Kemp
LeKrista Scott, Vampire Hunted Series #3
By Tyffani Clark Kemp
Published: August 15, 2014 by SideStreet Cookie Publishing
LeKrista never thought Roman would kidnap her, but it seems there's no depth to which he won't stoop. She's stuck in a fortress in the middle of only God knows where with no way to contact her family or her new fiance and let them know she's alright.
To add insult to injury, Roman has brought her arch nemesis to keep her company. Forced to make friends with Eddy, the man who has made her life miserable for years, she bides her time until a rescue can be arranged.
But unrealized feelings for her vampire captor make things complicated. Or perhaps it's Stockholm Syndrome. She can't really be sure.
Just to make matters worse, the vampires are ready to go through with their plan to rule the world with an iron fang, and once again, she's caught in the middle of the war for power. The truth of her involvement is becoming clear, but she may lose more than her freedom in her quest to stop the the powerful undead on her own.
Roman didn't speak. He just stood there waiting for something. I didn't know what. There was a shirt in his hand, but he made no move to put it on.
I squatted down to scoop Arbidicus up, my eyes never leaving the vampire.
Dear god in heaven, that towel is barely hanging on.
His bicep twitched, drawing my eyes there instead of the v of muscle that disappeared into the towel. Roman cleared his throat.
The sheets on the bed moved. I thought it was a vampire trick until I saw the tousle-haired girl sit up. The sheets fell away from her body, baring her naked breasts. I'd met her before. Her name was Rachel.
"Oh, my god."
I snatched up Arby and ran for the door, slamming it behind me as I escaped back to my room. I dropped the dog on the bed and slid under the covers. I pressed my face to my pillow. Only then did I realize that I was crying. Was I really that selfish that I didn't want to be with Roman, but I didn't want him to be with anyone else? Was I such a diva that I liked the attention he gave me and thought he wouldn't mess with anyone else?
"You're so stupid, Scott," I told myself. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
I felt Roman tentatively on the fringes of my mind. I tried to shove him away, but he hovered there, carefully trying to get a feel for my emotions.
"I was not trying to hurt you, my sweet. I am sorry."
I didn't reply. I closed my eyes tight and tried to ignore him. Roman didn't push it, but he didn't leave either.
Tyffani Clark Kemp has been writing since she discovered in the sixth grade that it wasn’t enough just to read about fantastic places, but she could create her own. She weaves small bits of herself into everything she writes whether it be a science fiction piece about aliens or a dramatic romance fraught with conflict and love. She lives in South Carolina with her family and her fluffy shii tzu-mix dog who thinks he’s a Saint Bernard.