Hunting Karoly, Available now from Ellora's Cave Book 1 in the Psychic Seductions series. You’re not meant to fall for the bad guy…are you? On the rain-soaked, famously mean streets of Glasgow, Jenny, a reluctant psychic, hunts Karoly, a dangerous but incredibly sexy vampire. Clad only in his antique kilt, he hangs around wedding receptions, biting the guests and seducing an unsuspecting vampire hunter—Jenny in particular. Half ready to stake him, half ready to beg him to have sex with her again, Jenny sets out to hunt Karoly. After amazing, intense sex and a dramatic exit from Glasgow, he follows Jenny to London, fueling both her growing awareness of her psychic powers and the hot, sexy dreams that fill her nights, leaving her to wake up panting.

When he shows up at Jenny’s workplace, cooking for her friends and apparently determined to share her life, Jenny has to figure out who’s hunting whom—and if she’s ready to share her life with the evil, sexy, gorgeous undead.


Publisher’s Note: Previously published elsewhere as Undead Men Wear Plaid, Hunting Karoly has been expanded and revised for Ellora’s Cave.
 

Reviews:

"a strange and adorable relationship...  so much more than a mere vampire story. I loved it from the very beginning because of Jenny. She's witty, bright and the kind of heroine one can cheer for all the way... Whether you typically enjoy vampire stories or not, I urge you to read HUNTING KAROLY. Ms. Treanor has written wonderful characters and a story that will make you smile. For me it's a keeper, and I think you'll find the same." - 5 Blue Ribbons, Kris Jones, Romance Junkies.

"funny, sizzling, and tender." - Storm, Bitten by Books, 4.5 Tombstones

"The coming together of this couple is a joy to read and poor Jenny doesn’t know if she’s coming or going. Ok, the pun was intended here. The love scenes are heady, sensuous and erotic. When you read this book, I hope you will enjoy the humor as much as I did." - 4 Hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More

"For the most part, I loved this book. The characters come to life, the emotions roll off the pages and the
situations are perfect. At times you just have to laugh out loud while at other times you're almost embarrassed for Jenny. This isn't just a romance but it's Jenny coming into her power." - 4.5 Hearts, Reviewer Top Pick, Terri, Night Owl Romance.

"In a word, Hunting Karoly is FUN... There is nothing more appealing than a man who knows how to let a woman be herself... The spark between them burns hot and seductive... There are also plenty of comical and romantic moments to keep the reader engaged and empathetic to the characters... like me, readers will have a blast reading Ms. Treanor's Hunting Karoly." - 4 stars, H, T.S. Peters, JERR

Excerpts:

Unmistakable laughter flickered in his beautiful face, lightening his stunning green eyes, curving his smooth, sculpted lips. And at last the humiliation—not just at his rejection but at my pathetically easy surrender—jerked me into action.

Letting go of his arms, I balled my hands into fists and pushed violently against his chest. Nothing happened. He might have been a tank or a stone wall for all the impression I made. So I tried instead to push back the table behind me with my bum, using his chest as leverage. The table rocked and I heard the clank of glasses knocking together before he did the blur thing again and grabbed whatever I was knocking down. He did it, however, without letting me go, so when I could see him once more, I was icily sarcastic.

“For a vampire who drinks the guests’ blood, you’re very careful of the hotel’s property!”

“I don’t want to attract attention.”

“That’ll be the reason for the Bonnie Prince Charlie outfit and the ‘children of the night’ accent.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” he said tranquilly. The hand not holding me was busy doing something behind me. I heard the sound of liquid splashing on to glass. “Besides,” he added, straightening and presenting me with a glass of red wine, “if we’re offering criticism, you are singularly inept for a vampire hunter.”

“Tell me about it,” I said, snatching the glass from his fingers with the vague idea of dashing the contents in his face. “They’ll love this down at the Centre!”

His hand released me. Casually, he reached behind me again, his nearness causing a fresh stab of desire to slice through my stomach. He came back into view with another glass half full of the same ruby liquid. Unless it was blood.

He said, “There is a Centre for vampire hunters now?”

I took a hefty swig from my glass. The remaining contents would still make a fine mess of his pristine white shirt. “For psychics of all kinds, people with ESP who can fight evil spirits.”

His eyes mocked me over the rim of the glass. “That’s what you do?”

“No. It’s what they do while I’m setting fire to my hair.”

His lips twitched. “So that’s what happened to it?” Unexpectedly, his free hand ruffled through my short spikes as if I were a Labrador. “I thought it was a little martial for bridesmaids’ fashions.”

“Yes, yes,” I snapped, “and it doesn’t go with this stupid dress either!”

“Oh I don’t know. I like it. It makes you look like a street urchin dressing up in someone else’s posh clothes.”

“And that’s good how?”

“I don’t know if it’s good at all,” he said, elegantly sipping his wine, “but it’s certainly sexy.”

I blinked in astonishment. “Sexy? What do vampires know about sex?”

His smile took my breath away. For an instant, his amazing eyes went dark again, drinking me in, swallowing me.

“Everything.”

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