Genre: Paranormal Erotica
Original Publication Date: October 5, 2011
Original Publication Date: October 5, 2011
Four months have passed since Ellie’s heart was broken by her cheating boyfriend, Gerrid. Sick of mourning, she sets out in search of a man to make her forget. Madame Eve of 1Night Stand arranges for Ellie to meet just the man at Nocturnal Nightclub in Miami. Bryce is not only sexy as sin but full of mystery. He does things no man should be capable of. Ellie might question his fast speed, cold hands, and even the way he bites at her skin―if he wasn’t so determined to awaken the part of her that’s been buried by lies.
Days have passed since Bryce’s last feeding and his vampire hungers demand to be sated. But feeding is not his only intention. Ellie seeks to be a different woman, to gain power for herself, and Bryce plans to push her to discover it. To show her she can do things she never thought possible and force her to see the strength she yearns for already lives inside of her.
Ellie will have to choose, expose all of herself, or remain hidden in the dark shadows. But Bryce will have to make a choice of his own—let her go or keep Ellie forever?
PRAISE FOR SHADOWED SOUL:
“Shadowed Soul is a racy read entwined with passion, healing and romance. Stacey Kennedy has an eloquent way of writing a bold, erotic scene that naturally exudes both passion and romance, even when the characters are meeting for the first time. She has a gift of combining sensuality and substance in a novella, allowing the reader to become completely immersed in its characters and story as if they were reading a full length novel. If you’re looking for a an erotic tale to spice up your reading, look no further!”—Romancing the Darkside
“Definitely an awesome fast paced short story you will want to sink your minds delectable reading abilities into because you know Madame Eve knows best and guarantees to satisfy your mind’s sexual hunger.”—Queentutt’s World of Escapism
“For a short story, Ms. Kennedy packs a wallop. Just enough emotional pain, love lost, and self-esteem issues to get you involved with the characters but not overburden the story. Ellie’s one-night stand is more than she ever expected; as Bryce worships her and brings out the woman hidden inside. But oh no, this is not a one-way street. What Ellie unknowingly offers Bryce is too good to be true.
Get out the fan and ice water and keep them close by – you’ll need them.”—Bitten by Paranormal Romance
“Looking for a quick sexy read to get you in the mood? Then look no further. But be warned this book will leave you with an ache that will need to be satisfied! Shadowed Soul is beyond hot! Bryce and Ellie fill this book with so much passion and lust you will be fanning yourself.” —AwesomeSauce Book Club
Ellie scanned the dance floor, searching for the man matching the picture Madame Eve had emailed her. Instead, she got a few heated glances from guys she wouldn’t touch on her worst days. So, instead of continuing to search, she lingered taking a seat upon a stool, listening to the bartender and Kenna talk dirty nothings to each other. Why isn’t he here?
After she downed her second Cosmo, goose bumps pimpled on the back of her neck, and she glanced over her shoulder to discover her date standing against the back wall. His gaze focused on one person, her.
“Oooo…my night is looking up,” she exclaimed.
Kenna didn’t respond, too busy playing googly eyes with the bartender. Ellie jabbed an elbow into her side. She hissed as she rubbed her ribs. “Ow, what?”
“He’s here. I’m going to dance.” She gestured behind her and grinned to show her intentions.
Kenna peeked over her shoulder before focusing back on Ellie and giving a shit-eating grin. “Have fun.”
Ellie slid off the stool, keeping her focus on the stranger. His mere presence screamed sex. Much taller than her five-foot-five frame—around six-two—but built like a brick shit house. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders tempting her, and she couldn’t wait to run her hands over them tonight.
Putting a little oomph into her step, she made her way onto the dance floor. The loud techno song washed over her, and the vibrations were strong against her feet. Her kinda music—hard and dirty.
Staying at the edge of the crowd, she found her beat and moved with the rhythm. Twirling, she ran her hands along her torso and did anything and everything to gain his attention.
To all appearances, her plan worked.
He dropped his arms to his side and stepped forward. His sparkling blue eyes, short, fashionably-styled black hair, and chiseled features warmed her right down to her toes. Her heart raced. Her insecurities drifted away. The world around her ceased to exist, leaving only him and her.
Wetness pooled in her panties. His nostrils flared and his heated gaze burned deeper. He approached and as he settled in front of her, he grabbed her lower back and yanked her against his hard body. Her head tilted back and he leaned down, cupped her nape, and kissed her.
A kiss not meant for strangers―not meant as a sweet hello. No, a promise he would pleasure her and she sang a big thank you, Jesus for bringing him to her. No thoughts. No regrets. Just two sweaty bodies going at it until exhaustion set in.