Ty-On-Tuesday ~ Snippet of TURNED ~ Suspenseful Paranormal Romance!!

Ty-On-Tuesday ~ Snippet of TURNED ~ Suspenseful Paranormal Romance!!

Welcome to #TyOnTuesday – every Tuesday stop by for a snippet of Virna DePaul’s new release, TURNED on sale 4/1/2014 – This week you’ll enter the compound of The Belladonna Agency, have fun!



A brief description of TURNED:
This is the Cliff Notes of Cliff Notes version so pay attention :)

Ty Duncan is a hot, sexy FBI agent who is now working with the Belladonna Agency – their mission is to hunt down and eliminate rogue vampires.

They believe they have their whereabouts – the challenge is they have no viable way in to make sure their intelligence is accurate. . . .until Ana Martin.

Hot little coffee shop owner Ana hasn’t talked to her sister in years and she’s not happy about that – she misses her deeply. Ana thinks she’s being stalked, or that’s what she thinks is happening, and she’s ready to put an end to it — confronting Ty she realizes what a sexy stalker he is and that he’s not really a stalker at all because he offers her a job at Belladonna. And now you’re thinking, why in God’s name would the FBI want an untrained civilian to help them exterminate vampires? She’s their in – and they believe her sister is also in the compound.

OMG – I can’t tell you how awesome this story is — I’m writing the longest Cliff Notes version I’ve ever seen and I’ve got chills! Virna Depaul writes romance like no other and Ana and Ty are fabulous – and this little snippet proves it – enjoy!!



And now, the snippet:

Part 2 | THE TEAM | Belladonna Compound
Washington, D.C.

“So, this is it? My home away from home?”

“That’s going to be up to you. Want to see it from the outside?”

“Yeah. Just to make sure there are no bars on the windows.” She wasn’t really joking.

Ty led her back down the steps, going slowly. Her shoes crunched over a graveled driveway until he stopped and turned her around.

Ana sucked in a breath. Wow.

The Belladonna mansion was a classic example of southern architecture in the grand style. The towering white columns on either side of the mahogany doors were taller than her whole house back in Seattle. Above them rose a second story with its own colonnaded veranda.

Ana lost count of the windows. Most likely those
were the bedrooms, situated there by the original builder to take advantage of every breeze.

It almost looked like a movie set. Old magnolia trees with large trunks and huge dark leaves dotted the beautifully landscaped grounds. Flowering shrubs brightened the stone foundation of the mansion. Set well back from it were other, much smaller houses and outbuildings. Ana recognized one as a stable. A horse draped in a blanket was being led out, stepping high, on its way to a white-fenced paddock.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Nice.”

He seemed amused by the one-word answer. “Look between the trees — there, to your right. That’s the Poto-mac.”

“How about that.” The river seemed wider than she’d imagined, even from this partial view. Its flowing water had a dull gray sparkle.

“I’m glad you’re so impressed,” he said dryly. “I’ll tell you more about the house later. Right now I’ll show you to your room, you can have some time to yourself, and then the orientation will begin.”

“When do the other women arrive?” “Soon enough.”

Something in his tone made her freeze. “When—?”

“I told you, Ana,” he said patiently. “First you talk with Carly. You decide if Belladonna’s for you. And then you turn yourself over to me.”

“You never said—”

“What’s wrong? Afraid to be alone with me?”

She lifted her chin. “That cuts both ways. Aren’t you the tiniest bit afraid I’ll murder you in your sleep?”

“Not at all.”

When she shook her head at the confidence in his voice, he smiled.

“Believe me, Ana, if you and I ever end up alone in my bedroom together, the last thing I’m going to be doing is sleeping. I’d advise you to remember that. Now, I’ll show you to your room.”

She was flushed and thrown off, especially as she remembered the power of that erotic dream she’d had about him. “Fine. I could use a shower,” she said as she began to follow him.

“Is that an invitation?” he murmured.

She stumbled slightly. Her heart sped out of control. She hadn’t meant it as an invitation, but she suddenly wanted to pretend that she had. She wanted to grab Ty’s face and kiss him. Hold him. Love him.

And the sad truth was, that word was slipping far too easily into her vocabulary where he was concerned.

Yes, she was hoping to enjoy more time with Ty, but she had to be realistic. Him loving her? It was never, not in a million years, ever going to happen. She was here to do a job, that was all.

Narrowing her eyes, she stopped, kept smiling, loosened her clenched fists, and stepped up to him. “Of course it’s an invitation.” She trailed her fingers up his chest, then abruptly dropped her hand along with her smile. Her gaze dipped down to his crotch, then back up again. “If you want me to finish what I started in Seattle, take me up on it. This time, I promise I won’t stop until your balls are in a box.”

“Careful, princess. Remember what happened the last time you went after me. Or do I need to remind you?”

She stiffened at his threat. At the reminder of the way he’d beaten her — with the simple caress of his lips against her. And he knew she was reliving that moment because he lowered his gaze to her mouth and smiled. Then, quietly, gently, he stepped back and started walking again, leading her upstairs.

Within minutes, he stopped at a heavy wood door and opened it. “Enjoy your shower,” he said before walking away.

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Virna DePaul
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About the Author:
Virna DePaul is a former criminal prosecutor and bestselling author of steamy, suspenseful fiction. Whether featuring vampires, a Para-Ops team, hot cops, or swoon-worthy identical twin brothers, her stories center around complex individuals willing to overcome incredible odds for love.

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