Love Bytes says hello and welcome to author Rayna Vause joining us today!
I want to thank Love Bytes for having me here today to celebrate the release of my new book Extrasensual Perception. Today, I’d like to share an exclusive excerpt from the book. The scene that follows occurs just as the villain starts stepping up his attacks. Jack Whitman, my wealthy hotelier who is also a huge skeptic is learning that maybe psychic abilities do exist. Even more than that, he’s starting to let go of some of the worries he’d had about protecting his image as he accepts that he wants to explore his attraction for Chris, my psychic. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek into my book. Thanks for stopping by.
Jack arrived at Chris’s alcove at ten. He’d changed from his usual business suit into a black silk button-down shirt and slacks. The top two buttons of the shirt opened to expose a section of tanned chest. His rolled up sleeves revealed muscled forearms. Chris’s pulse sped up. He had to resist the urge to reach out and touch the exposed flesh. Does the man look bad in anything?
“Ready to go?” Jack held out his hand.
Chris looked at the long, slim fingers and smooth palm for a long moment. Then he slid his hand into Jack’s, letting Jack help him from his chair. Jack continued to hold his hand as he led them through the club, weaving through the tables and patrons, and exited through the walkway to the hotel lobby. He caught sight of Angelica out of the corner of his eye. She smiled and waved as Jack tugged him along.
“Jack, are you sure this is a good idea?” Chris dragged his feet.
“Do you generally have concerns about the concept of an evening meal?” He led Chris through the lobby to the private elevator bank that serviced the family suites.
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” He pulled his arm away. “I meant this, us, together. This is feeling like more than a conversation. I’m sort of getting date vibes here.”
Jack stopped and blew out a hard breath. “Just come with me. I promise it will be fine.”
He hit the call button, his unwavering silver gaze holding Chris’s as they waited. Chris couldn’t resist Jack’s magnetic lure. He told himself that he couldn’t let this man be more than his boss or maybe a friendly acquaintance. Yet at every turn, he found himself yearning for more. That’s why, when the elevator doors opened, he stepped in and allowed himself to be whisked to Jack’s suite.
He followed Jack down the short hall and into his lavish suite, but this time the coffee table in the living room had been draped with cream-colored linens and set with gleaming flatware and crystal wine glasses. He studied the casual romance of the scene and looked at Jack.
“What is this?”
“It’s a chance to talk and get to know each other in a relaxed environment. Have a seat.” He gestured at the couch.
Chris hesitated, then lowered himself into the offered seat. Relaxed? Yeah right. Butterflies were performing precision stunts in his stomach at the moment.
“What exactly did you want to talk about?”
“Not much for small talk, are you?”
“To start, the shooter from last night sent Angelica flowers and a taunting note today.”
“What! Are you kidding me? How do you know it was him?”
“He told her he wouldn’t miss next time.”
“That’s putting it mildly. It also tells me you were right. There is danger coming. It’s been coming since you came to warn Angelica.”
“Does this mean you believe that I’ve had precognitive dreams?”
Jack laid a hand on Chris’s thigh, which set Chris’s heart pounding. “It means I don’t know how you figured out that someone is after my sister and me, but I want—no, I need—to learn more.”
“Okay.” Chris all but stuttered out the word.
Jack pushed to his feet and rounded the couch. “Before we dig too deep into serious topics….” He wheeled in a service cart. It held bottles of root beer, mugs, and a collection of domed dishes.
“I thought that after your shift you might be hungry.” He opened the bottles of soda poured it into frosted mugs, and then handed one to Chris. Next he revealed what the domes covered. White paper Chinese food cartons.
Chris laughed. “You’ve got fine china, expensive linens, and sterling silver flatware laid out and we’re having take-out Chinese?”
“Where it is written that you can’t serve Mr. Wong’s pepper steak on bone china?”
If a stalker doesn’t kill them, the heat between them might. Christopher Vincent is desperate enough for a job that he accepts an offer to entertain as a psychic in a friend’s nightclub. Jackson Whitman, one of the club’s co-owners, is less than thrilled by the new act. To him, psychics are ridiculous and a liability. But when they come face-to-face, attraction flares to life between them. Someone is watching Jack and Chris from the shadows. What starts as a series of creepy encounters leads to deadly attacks. Jack and Chris must set aside their differences and work together to survive a homicidal stalker. But can they survive their explosive connection?
Rayna Vause is a lifetime learner who wants to live on a Disney cruise ship travelling the world and thinks purple should be considered a natural hair color. She’s fascinated by the magic and mystery in the world; things like angels, demons, cats (especially cats!) and true love. A proud geek, she injects some of her tech-obsessed soul into every story she writes. When not writing, she’s pursuing another degree, running a conference, working through her massive TBR pile, losing herself in a video game, and plotting her next novel.
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