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Mel Tescho | 20 Questions: THE VIRGIN HUNT GAMES VOLUME 3
Author Guest / March 18, 2021

1–What is the title of your latest release? The Virgin Hunt Games Volume 3 2–What is it about? We have a whole new lot of contestants in the Virgin Hunt Games Volume 3, where terrible perils are faced by 10 women (hunted) and 10 men (hunters) on every level of the six floors of the Games. Violet has signed a contract for the deadly contest so that her biological parents might recognize her face that will be on every screener around the universe if she wins (she is hard to miss with her rare violet coloring and gold eyes.) Prince Zel is her mate in these Games, which means he has to have sex with Violet as often as possible while gifting her with orgasms to win. But they also have to survive the deadly obstacles and each other, not to mention the other hunters and hunted who are out for blood so they can be the victor. 3–What do you love about the setting of your book? I just love that for each book the tower and the amphitheatre are the same, but inside the six levels of the tower, every Games (held every four years in place of…

Mel Tescho | Exclusive Excerpt: THE VIRGIN HUNT GAMES
Author Guest / January 14, 2021

Melody woke shivering, with darkness pressing in all around her. And for a moment she forgot exactly where she was before reality sank in. Fuck. She blinked, but the blackness was relentless and all encompassing. And so thick she could all but touch it. Was this some kind of a joke? Nighttime had nowhere near this intensity of absolute darkness. Even under heavy cloud cover there was a hint of stars outside, a moon. Some kind of light source. How long had she been asleep? It felt like ten hours, but she guessed it had been closer to an hour or two at most. Not counting the time she’d spent trying out her supposed invisibility gift. All she’d managed was more of the same tingling sensation, and the growing suspicion the doctors had somehow bungled her DNA results. A sharp clink alerted her to the fact she was no longer alone. But she didn’t panic, her muscles relaxed on recognizing the sound of claws digging into rock. “Damon,” she called out. “Don’t move,” he bit out. “Dangerous.” “No shit,” she said softly, pushing away Damon’s wet vest that had pillowed her head. She rubbed the gooseflesh on her arms and…