Eve’s just looking to shed some of her good girl image. One night at a nightclub in a tight, short, sexy bustier dress ought to do it, she figures. But then she lays her eyes on Kiros; then her image isn’t all she wants to shed. Bad girl sex never looked so good.

For Kiros, Eve’s willing to ruin that image, and get down and dirty for real. If he can live up to the promise of his looks. Thankfully, Kiros is no ordinary man. Yet the very thing that makes him special may also cost him his life.

And hers.

Because an entire people want to see Kiros dead, and they’ve got no qualms about taking out one insignificant human woman to reach their goal.

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An Excerpt From: THE IMMORTAL REALM WARS: EVE’S SPAWN
Copyright © TUESDAY MORRIGAN, 2006
All Rights Reserved, Loose Id, Inc.              

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The truth was she needed an orgasm as much as she needed her next breath. It had been way too long since she had been with a man.

Still, she wasn’t exactly sure about the plan to correct that fact.
“You, Evelyn Barnard, are in over your head,” she said as she stared at the woman before her. The other woman simply stared back at her, in silent defense. Still, she couldn’t deny the fear she saw in the other woman’s gaze.
There was something in the air. Tonight was going to be different from any other night. Tonight she was going to live. Tonight she was going to meet her destiny.  

With a nonchalance she wasn’t feeling, she stepped away from the mirror and picked up her purse. She picked out the bare essentials: cash, her driver’s license, keys, and a tube of lipstick.

What she really wanted to do was go back to her room and change. Preferably into sweats.

A quick glance at her watch confirmed her fear; she was running late. If she left right now and drove a little too quickly she could make it on time and avoid the taunts of her friends. She grimaced when she heard her thoughts. She was twenty-eight years old and afraid of what her friends would think if they believed she had chickened out.

Within minutes she was at the nightclub. Oddly enough there wasn’t traffic on the San Francisco roads. Apparently everybody was already where they wanted to be for Halloween.

“It’s only ten-thirty people,” she mumbled to herself as she locked her car doors.

She briskly walked the length of the deserted parking lot, and although it took her less than a minute to make the journey, she found herself checking her watch twice. Eve hated being late. She was already five minutes behind schedule and judging by the line outside of the nightclub she wouldn’t make it inside for another ten to twenty minutes.

As she made her way to the end of the line, Eve heard someone call out her name.

“There she is,” Mica called out as she waved Eve to the front of the line.

As Eve walked the long length of the line, she valiantly tried to ignore the catcalls and whistles she heard as she passed by.

According to the rules she and her girlfriends had stipulated for tonight, she had worn the outfit Kris had picked out for her. She just hoped she didn’t live to regret it.

 The dress was barely a dress. It was more akin to a flirty, devastatingly sensual piece of lingerie. It was her latest design. There was no denying that the white low-cut satin and lace corset dress with the matching pair of three inch heels was not her typical outfit.   Honestly, she typically went out of her way to avoid dresses like the one she was wearing, because of her pleasantly plump size fourteen body. But then again tonight was not supposed to be a typical night. Tonight was the night she proved to her friends that she wasn’t hiding away from life.

Both her friends and family had banded together to let her know they were concerned about her. Although Eve had never been a party girl, they still worried over the fact that she rarely went anywhere but home and work.

The intervention had been embarrassing and eye-opening. 

They were truly afraid for her.

But she didn’t see her life the way they saw it. She was just too busy working on her craft to spend the night dancing away all her life’s worries. There weren’t enough hours in the day to build up a young, struggling lingerie line.

And just because she hadn’t really gone out since her brother Andrew’s death didn’t mean she wasn’t living.    

She winced as she heard that last thought. She was running away from life and that was what tonight was about, wasn’t it?

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Mica said before leading her into the dark club entrance.

“What? Nothing,” she said quickly, a little too quickly.

Mica was an accomplished attorney and could therefore sniff out a lie better than most. She stopped dead in her tracks and confronted Eve. “What’s wrong?”

Eve said the first thing that came to mind. “I’m not sure about this.” She swept her hand down her body to emphasize her point.

The dress, the heels… the late night partying, none of it was her.

“Well, I am. You look great in the dress. Like I knew you would. You always were a fabulous designer. If only you would wear more of your designs.”

Eve laughed at Mica’s compliment. “If only I could afford my own designs.”

As the two women made their way to the bar, Mica waved and greeted several people along the way. Eve watched and smiled at the endless number of men and women Mica acknowledged. Eve couldn’t help but ask the vivacious redhead if she knew everyone in the bar.

“No, but I’d like to get to know him,” she said before tilting her head to the left.

Eve followed Mica’s gaze and found her eyes riveted by the sight before her. She took a deep breath and then let it out in a swoosh as
she took all of him in. The man was too luscious to ignore. For the first time in months Eve acknowledged her libido. This man had her remembering that she was a woman, a woman who had gone way too long without a man.

And he wasn’t even her type.

Eve liked her men tall, dark as midnight, and handsome.

He had two out of three. He had to be six foot three if he was an inch and every inch of his body was hard, toned muscle.

He couldn’t hide that beneath the tight leather coat he wore. It was evident in the breadth of his shoulders, the width of his arms, and the long, lean length of his legs.

Her gaze darted back up to his face, a face a woman could spend months staring at. Even from this distance she could tell that he was gorgeous: beautifully crafted with high cheekbones, plump sensual lips, and heavy hooded eyes. She couldn’t quite determine the color of his eyes, but they appeared to be light. His skin was lightly bronzed, enough to attest to the fact that he enjoyed the sun, but didn’t worship it. His pale hair was a riveting shade of the lightest golden blond laced with silvery white streaks, and somehow Eve knew it was natural. There was just something about the man that didn’t invite thoughts of visits to the hairdresser. She just couldn’t picture the giant sitting, steaming beneath a dryer.

No, he was all male.  

“You and every woman in the nightclub,” Eve said before turning to the bar. She immediately ordered a shot. There was no point in spending the night staring at the Adonis on the other side of the club. It was akin to a pauper walking into Bloomingdale’s. She didn’t have the right set of assets to purchase that goodie.

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