Tales
From the Hollow
by
Cecile Teller and Fae Harlow
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Tales
from the Hollow is a collection of two novellas that take place in
the town of Fey Hollow.
Blood
Falls
by
Fae Harlow
Vampire
Christopher Brandon keeps mortal Hazel Abbot at a comfortable
distance. The accident-prone human is an unlikely potential, and
while he can't allow her to come to harm, he's desperate to maintain
the space between them. When danger begins to stalk Fey Hollow and
Hazel appears to be at its center, they must trust in the bond they
share or risk losing more than their lives.
Blood,
Skin, and Bones
by
Cecile Tellier
Crow
shifter Odoacer has spent the last twenty five years working and
living in Fey Hollow. Despite the usual Vampire presence he has had
no excitement other than collecting his valuable treasures. That is
until he meets Sive during the Hollow's supernatural holiday
gathering. Part Witch, Part Vampire, and all trouble she has come to
town to celebrate and inadvertently may have brought chaos down on
all Odoacer holds dear. Together they will work together to combat a
darkness that is threatening to take over the town, and possibly find
more than they bargained for in each other, if they can survive.
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Blood Falls:
"A slow, sensual nuzzle, a barely
discernible nip, her scent filling his head, stealing his careful control. Lips
parted, so near the air escaping her lungs brushed over and into him.
“May I kiss you?”
The words didn’t penetrate the sensuous fog
for a moment before distrust flooded the connection muddying the sterling
color.
“Why?"
“Are you not the least bit curious?”
“About kissing you?” she asked, “oddly
no.”
“You are my potential.”
“I’m the woman you’ve avoided except
when absolutely necessary for four years. What
changed?”
Her words, the easy denial of desire
surprised Christopher. What changed? Nothing, he
still wanted no part of the potential bond
between them, had no intention of completing it in truth, but the taste of her
lips, the sweetness of her kiss he desperately wanted. A bond could be held in
stasis, left incomplete, fed a meager diet nearly but never enough.
“Nothing has changed, but I am tired of
running, tired of denying, and what harm is there in a kiss?”
Hazel’s eyes slid closed, and she pressed back
into the tree. The long elegant line of her throat drew his gaze. The choice
was hers, and Hazel lifted her chin, lips parted in invitation. Christopher
closed the distance.
Warm breath dusted across his lips as he coaxed
with the lightest of touches. Heat spiraled from the point of contact landing
in the pit of his stomach. Hazel’s lips parted beneath his, the hot wet
interior begged for exploration. Her hands tightened on his arms as he deepened
the kiss.”
Excerpt from Blood, Skin, and Bones:
“Well that’s good, I don’t want to have
raccoon breath after I break my rule.” She couldn’t resist any longer, the draw
she felt to him was strong. Sliding her legs over his she sat on his lap
straddling him.
His cheeks warmed slightly and she could have
sworn he blushed. “Which rule are you breaking? Not that I’m complaining.” His
hands slid to her hips and squeezed gently.
“My kissing on the first date rule, I’m
going to grandfather this date in as the second date since I spent the night
already.” Leaning forward she touched her lips to his softly and shivered at
how something so simple could light up her senses.
Acer’s mouth was instantly devouring hers. She
felt his fingers tighten on her hips and moaned into his mouth. Acer took that
opportunity to slide his tongue between her lips and swirl it against hers. The
urge to press down against him was high and his encouraging groan as she did
only increased the need. Acer broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
“I don’t know how many rules you are willing to break tonight, but if it is
only the one I do not know that continuing this path is wise.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry if I’m being a
tease. I didn’t mean for things to go that far...though I don’t regret a moment.”
She was seconds away from breaking every rule she had when it came to him. Sive
knew that she had those rules in place for a reason though and didn’t want to
deviate too much even if he was heat on two legs.
“I do not regret, I can be patient.” He ran
his nose against hers and kissed her lips gently, sipping at her bottom lip and
nipping it lightly.
The whimper that left her lips was neither
dignified nor her usual controlled response. “I’m worried that I won’t be able
to be. You’re too good at this, you ought to come with a warning label.”
Cecile
Tellier holds Masters degrees in Special Education as well as
Criminal Justice: Law. She lives in upstate NY with her husband and
two children. She got her start in writing as early as high school
and has been published in poetry anthologies and freelance erotica .
Cecile is part of a wonderfully supportive critique group lovingly
referred to as the Round Robbins. Cecile believes that everything in
life that can be accomplished should and has endeavored to live up to
this whether it was starting a flat track Roller Derby league or
writing the next great romance novel.
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