excerpt Archives - Alyssa Day

HUNTERS’ HOPE is here!!!!! Happy release day to me!!!

November 30, 2021 by Alyssa Day Leave a Comment

So the turkey leftovers are gone, and the pie is gone, and you’re looking around for something to do . . . and do I have a great idea for you!! It’s time to go back to the world of the Vampire Motorcycle Club and meet Alice, the beautiful animal rescuer with the dark past. When she encounters sexy Hunter, newly turned vampire who is at the mercy of his suddenly dark and dangerous desires, sparks fly! (And did I mention the dragon??)

Reviewers are going gaga for the series one called “Like Vampire Diaries for adults!”

Even the monsters can meet their match…

July 24, 2020 by Alyssa Day Leave a Comment

Have I even given you any teasers for BANE’S CHOICE? (coming October 27; already sold to audio)

https://alyssaday.com/books/banes-choice/overview/

Here’s a snippet of when Bane first encounters Ryan:

Bane was nodding at Hunter when the woman he hadn’t even known he’d been waiting three hundred years for ran into the room and started shouting at him.

“Who the hell are you, and where is my staff? My God, you’re not even sterile, and ninety percent of his body is open to compromise!” She ran across the room, put herself between Hunter and Bane, and shoved Bane away from the bed, putting her entire body weight into it.

Jack is Back!

July 24, 2020 by Alyssa Day Leave a Comment

from APPLE OF MY EYE (set in early November), coming next month:

I was singing loudly along to Santa, Baby, when the bells over the door chimed, signaling a customer.

“I’ll be right with you,” I called out, concentrating on trying to thread a bit of glittery gold tinsel through a rather plain-looking wreath.

“No rush,” a very familiar voice drawled. “I’m just glad to discover that the noise was your

singing and not the terrible shrieks of tortured tourists.”

That was just mean. Accurate, maybe, but mean.

I focused—really, really hard—on not falling off my stepladder.

Jack was back.

I refused to turn around to look at him until I knew I could keep the emotions off my face. “Gone for more than two months, and the first thing you do when you get back is criticize my singing?”

I heard two fast footsteps, and then his hands were on my waist, and he plucked me off the ladder and pulled me to him in a long, tight hug.

“I thought I’d start with the ‘I’m so glad to be home’ kiss, but then I figured you’d punch me in the face,” he said, when he finally let me go.

“Good call,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

And then I punched him in the stomach.