I grabbed the below snippet from Frost's BLOG.
Vlad stopped when he was only inches away, still nailing me with that hard, copper-colored stare. Then he held out his hand.
I put it in his palm, forgetting to switch it to my left hand before touching him. A current sizzled into him with the contact, which I expected, but I didn’t expect what came next.
The gothic hall vanished, replaced by the hazy cocoon of midnight green drapes encircling the bed I was on. I wound my hand into the thick fabric while a moan left my lips, sharpening into a cry at the incredible pleasure shooting through me. My grip on the drapes tightened as I writhed under the erotic combination of wet, deep strokes and lightly chafing stubble against my most sensitive flesh.
“Please,” I gasped.
Vlad lifted his head, his hair like dark silk against my thighs and his gaze lit up with emerald.
“No,” he said throatily. “More.” And he lowered his mouth again.
Vlad’s face crystallized in front of me, but instead of green drapes all around us, we were back in the hall and he was staring down at me, frowning.
“I know you caught a glimpse of something when you touched me. Your mind went silent. Tell me what it was.”
My cheeks flamed with heat. At the same time, disbelief washed over me.
No. Not me and Vlad like…like that!
His frown cleared, replaced by a brow going up. Damn his mindreading. Think of something else! I mentally screamed, avoiding his stare. ANYthing else!
I no longer looked at Vlad, but I could almost feel his gaze roving over me, noting my newly tight nipples, accelerated heartbeat, and probably picking up on that damned lingering throb between my legs, too.
“Not surprising,” he said at last, his voice thicker with things I didn’t want to name. “I predicted the same thing myself.”
This snippet makes me forget all about not liking the cover.
CAN. NOT. WAIT!