Dark Hunter by Shannan Albright

Would you look at that hot piece of man meat on the cover? I think I want to sink my teeth into him! Please welcome Shannan Albright to The Eclectic Zaftig Chick. :)


Vampire Mari Ankamunan struggles to pick up the pieces of her life after her bar The Asp becomes a war zone between the Enforcers and members of the Preservation Society, who want all dark breeds wiped out. The sudden appearance of the only man she ever loved brings her world to a crashing halt, for she witnessed his brutal murder two thousand years ago.

Navar’s spoken oaths to his Sire cost him Mari. Torn from her side by the sidhe queen, he is her Hunter, delivering justice for crimes against the breeds. Now freed he returns to his lovers side only to be caught in a dark plot where Mari is targeted for death.

The stakes are high, can they uncover a deadly plot against the Enforcers or will Navar lose Mari, forever by an assassin’s hand?


“I will do everything in my power to protect her, even lay down my life if it comes to that.” Navar’s words rang in the still air, spoken as an oath.

“Marcus will be relieved to find out Mari is well protected. I know after the incident with the Preservation Society, he has been concerned for her safety. Someday you must tell me how you secured your release.”

Mari blinked at the two men, feeling left out of the loop in the XY-chromosome chat. Males. Can’t live without them and can’t kill them. Irritation spiked into the red zone, her patience threadbare for the bullshit. Placing her diminutive self between the two towering males, she gave them both a fearless glare and fisted her hands on her hips.

All conversation stopped as they stared down at her with surprise. Good, now she had their attention. “I’ve been alive since the time of Cleopatra. I didn’t survive all those centuries by being a fucking weak female. I can fight, strategize, and I damn well have enough intellect in this ‘girly’ brain to figure out what I need to do to save my own hide, thank you very much. Now, if you don’t mind talking to me, not about me, it would be appreciated and might save your ball sacs from relocating somewhere north on your body. Are we clear, boys?”

Adrian threw his head back and roared a large rolling laugh that reverberated throughout the room. She blinked in surprise. She’d never once seen any enforcer laugh. Sure, they smiled, chuckled, and even smirked, but never laughed. She found it…disconcerting.

“Point taken. You will have your hands full with this little hellion, hunter. I don’t envy you.”

“Little hellion indeed. Yet well worth the extra trouble,” Navar agreed, his pale eyes darkening with hunger.


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Growing up I was called the dreamer of the family, something not always thought of as a positive thing. As a child, I would draw and build stories around my pictures, so writing was a natural extension for me. Recently a family member told me that from now on she would encourage those dreamers she knew. Stating “with hard work and focus dreams can come true. Shannan Albright is proof that dreaming can be a positive thing.”

When not writing I spend my time between oil painting and reading. I love writing paranormal, urban fantasy, historical and fantasy romances because of the world building and rich characters I feel a connection to. I’m drawn to dark, edgy heroes and heroines overcoming impossible odds internal and external.

I’m a “hopeful” Romantic who believes a healthy relationship built on respect and a strong partnership is the key to a happy ever after.

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Sneak Peek: Talbot’s Seduction

Wow! First, I’d like to apologize for my lack of participation on my own blog. Life is just kicking junk and taking wallet. So, I’m go ing to offer up a little tidbit I’ve been working on. It’s the first chapter of my current WiP Talbot’s Seduction. I’d love to hear your thoughts.


Talbot's Seduction

Just a fast a furious graphic. Nothing fancy. ;)


Talbot laughed and clutched his side. Across from him, his good friends Landis and Delron shook their heads. Never one to be discouraged by admonishment in any form, Talbot dug his elbow into his best friend Maxime beside him. The ride back to the estate of Talbot’s parents had been a rousing experience in conversation. While Maxime and Talbot had no qualms about regaling in their sexual adventures, their other two friends were more reserved.

At least while in public.

In the comfort of their estates or a maison, Delron and Landis practiced their sexual prowess with gusto. Both had shared one woman, feverishly sating her while enjoying the pleasure equally. Had Talbot and Maxime not used a hidden passage to spy on their friends, they would not believe a word of it.

Talbot and Maxime, on the other hand, were taken at their merit. Both men bore no shame for their carnal needs. The giggles of prim and proper ladies at any social gathering about the two rogues, and the wary glances of nervous fathers could not be ignored. It took but one witnessing of Talbot’s father scolding the two for self-pleasure in a private part of the gardens on the estate for Delron and Landis to never question their friends again.

Talbot never mentioned that women only entered the fray of his lust after he had drunk himself into oblivion. The willing ladies cared not as they enjoyed him just as much half awake. Talbot relied on Maxime to tell him of his exploits. His friend would not boost unjustly, and his other two companions protested too much.

“We know, Delron, that your chivalrous tone is but an act. You stick wick into a wet woman at every turn. That we further the experience while with each other’s company is of no great concern,” Talbot scoffed.

“Unless you father does find us again.” Maxime chuckled.

“Better mine than yours.”


Maxime’s father gave new meaning to a master with a whip. Each word driven into his son was barbed and without compassion in a harsh tongue flaying. Talbot would miss his friend when he moved out of Paris next spring to Varanguebec. He would be the only one left of their merry group to remain in the city. Landis and Delron merely visited while their fathers were on business.

“Remember you tryst with that little vixen from Italy?” Talbot nudged Maxime.

Oui. The face of a man, I swear, but the sweetest treat while my cock lay inside.” Maxime grinned. “You were half in your cups yet she serviced you quite well.”

“My father’s wine cellar will be the death of all my blissful memories yet.” The carriage shifted, and Talbot crashed into Maxime, only furthering the mirth. An angry shout from outside gave a small indication of why the carriage pitched.

“Talbot, Talbot. This is way I keep you from my sister. Such behavior would be unwelcome.” Delrom waggled his finger.

Oui, oui. Because you have never self-pleasured because the women beg to suckle upon your cock.” Talbot ribbed Maxime. “We are but friends and no law states that I cannot put hand on my manhood.” Talbot cupped his groin. “Perhaps it is jealousy for my size.”

“You exaggerate.” Delron pursed his lips.

Maxime sniggered. “You forget I have bared witness to his family jewels. I dare say he will have no seed to spill within a woman if he does not keep hand from shaft.”

“Bah.” Talbot waved them off. “My father has arranged for me to marry Sabine in due time. After my proper education has completed.” He rolled his eyes. Though he had no desire for any other profession and loved wine more than any willing wench who happened to fall into his arms, the thought of the boring days of learning how grapes turned to wine held no interest.

“I am sure he will tame your cock by way of the maison before then.” Landis picked at his sleeves.

Talbot smoothed out his rumpled tunic. Landis, among them, worried about his appearance far too much. Society expected the young lords to not dress like the scoundrels they acted. The ruffled styled tunics never appealed to Talbot but his mother insisted on a collection of fine brocaded jackets and breeches to match. He kept most of them hidden away for special occasions. Going to the tavern with his friends was hardly worth the effort to dress his station. With Sabine as his chosen wife-to-be, Talbot didn’t see much prospect in wooing a woman for sport. The very idea bored him. Or, at least, he convinced himself his lack of effort was due to his impending marriage. His father would hardly be enthused should a lady of the lesser stock knock on their door full with Talbot’s child. Best he spill his seed to the ground than to fertilize the wrong fields. The ladies at the brothels, at least, took precautions if some young lord forgot to withdraw from his pleasure.

“Which tavern have you picked for us this day, Landis?” Talbot asked.

“Knowing your distain for proper attire, Talbot, I have picked a middle ground. High enough that our fathers will not turn our ears out but not low enough that we will not find willing company for our table.”

“Ah should we have a bet as to whose rapier plucks a flower first then?” Talbot grinned.

“I say if we do not find sport, Talbot must pay for a trip to the maison.” Delron smirked.

Talbot skimmed his hand along the small purse tucked under his tunic. He’d spent most of his allowance this week on gambling and wine. A trip to the maison, with his sexually charged mates, would cost far more than he could muster.

“Agreed,” Maxime said.

“Spending my money again, Maxime?” Talbot arched an eyebrow at his friend.

“But mon ami, when has your quick tongue not sampled fruit as of late? Surely company for your friends would be an easy feat?”

Talbot smiled thin. His reputation far exceeded the truth. If he’d slept with all the women his friends claimed, his cock would be begging for reprieve. His mouth curved into a wicked grin. “First to pump the wench into bellowing out their name wins and buys the next round of drinks on our next venture. Agreed?”

His friends nodded and clasped his hand each. Talbot never liked losing and he’d make sure he didn’t, even if it cost him his last écu.

Next Big Thing Blog Hop

Normally, I don’t play reindeer games. I just don’t like to do it but something inspired me to buck up and have some fun with this. Thus, at the prompting of Westbrooke Jameson, I abused my keyboard more than the battery-powered ‘toys’ I have.

Enjoy the madness!

1. What is the working title of your book? Talbot’s Seduction.

2. Where did the idea come from for the book? I had done a little short story for an anthology with the thought in mind to further promote another release (Talbot’s Ploy). The publisher thought the story had more potential than the little snippet gave so I went back to square one to expand the story to over 35k. It’s a prequel to Talbot’s Ploy.

3. What is the genre of the book? M/M historical erotic romance.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie
rendition? No clue. I don’t think I’d want someone that’s ‘out there’ to play the character.

5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? Talbot learns to embrace his sexuality through the teachings of his Professuer and lends his lessons towards the man of his desire.

6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency/publisher?  It will be represented by Evernight Publishing should they find it to their liking.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? A couple of months. I don’t like to rush and sometimes I work on more than one project to prevent brain freeze.

8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Honestly, I don’t know. A lot of the m/m I read are comtemporary.

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book? The character Talbot. I never planned on making another book beyond Talbot’s Ploy but I fell in love with the character as I wrote him.

10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? I’m big on research, especially when it comes to historicals. So I watch the difference between dialect betwee nthe classes, certain dress, and etiquette. Plus the act that homosexuality was a ‘punishable by death’. So having the character flaunt his orientation in public isn’t going to happen in this book.

Now for the fun part. I’m going to tag a few of my other author friends to do this.

J. Keller Ford
J.A. Belfield
Lila Shaw
R. Brennan
Julie Reese