VBT# Lust After Death - Daisy Harris

Today's VBT# is authoress Daisy Harris and her new novel Lust After Death, this tour is part of BookishSnob Promotions :)

Synopsis: Lust After Death- Daisy Harris

In the Pacific Northwest, where life hurries to keep pace with technology, a re-animated bride named Josie struggles to escape her creator.

Assassin Bane Connor wants to get the girl to the Zombie Underground and receive his payoff—a mental reset that will erase his memories as well as his guilt. But an attack by a rival faction derails his rescue, and the wide-eyed female ignites desire like he’s never known.

The newborn stein needs touch to live, and wanting her is a complication Bane doesn’t need. The last thing a killer wants is a his lover who can read his thoughts, but if Josie can love him the way he’s programmed, perhaps Bane can find a way to heal his past.

Book Excerpt
:On either side of the door to her prison, panes of colored glass alternated with clear. Josie Friedman lowered her face to look through a square. Her breath blew puffs of steam on the window.

A riot of green battled outside. Celadon moss hung from algae-­covered branches. Ferns burst from rotted logs and hostas curved from wet indentations. Her maker Adam’s rough gravel driveway bled onto an unpaved road.

Everything looked slick and damp, soft alternating with hard. She imagined the crunch of stones under her feet, though she’d never left the house.

Her eyes followed the gray stream of pebbles to where it disappeared in a thicket of vines, but something caught her eye. At first she thought it moved. Or maybe at first it did move, but then it was still. It was a man.

Most noticeable about him was the black metal shape he pointed in her direction. His stance was aggressive, leading from the machine in his two-­handed grip to rangy arms, up a tan neck and face, to one bright-­blue eye. She knew he had another eye behind the closed eyelid, and half-­broken memories told her it would be blue as well.

A thatch of blond hair covered his head. His shoulders stretched a black, short-­ sleeved shirt. Trousers the color of the greens behind him fell from slim hips. She liked him, though she had no reason. Perhaps it was simply that he wasn’t Adam.

Josie sought out his identity in that corner of her mind pre-­set with the obvious answers, but found nothing. He disappeared when she blinked and Josie gasped, hoping with desperation she hadn’t just imagined him there.

“Josie.” Adam’s stern reprimand echoed in the corridor.

She fought a spasm of fear and shook out her clenched fists, acting as if she’d merely been curious. “Yes, Adam?” She added a lilt that her mind whispered he’d like.

His narrow shoulders fell and he chuckled, holding out a pallid hand. “Come to me.”

Author Bio :

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris. You can find her on Twitter, Facebook and at http://www.thedaisyharris.com/

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Next Stop on The Tour:

The next blog stop: Oct 6 - My Bookish Ways http://www.mybookishways.com/