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Sensual Sunday – Hot excerpt from Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 4) plus FREE EBOOK

 

Sensual Sunday is brought to you today by Enslave, which is the fourth book in my popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series. Sensual Sunday’s always feature a hot excerpt from one of my paranormal romance books. Read on for this Sunday’s sensual snippet… it’s another long one. I just can’t help myself! A little explanation for this one… Varya is a succubus and in a little danger of dying, and Andreu is a vampire determined to save her…

 

Andreu covered her mouth with his, kissing her softly, focusing on giving his strength to her and making her better because he didn’t want her to die. She had to live.

Live, damn it.

His eyes shot wide open when a spark leapt between their lips and raced deep into his blood, heating it. Her mouth moved against his, stronger now, and he tasted that addictive hint of vanilla and honey. He ignored his own pain and pulled her closer to him. Her hands grasped his shoulders, her lips growing bolder and taking control of the kiss.

Andreu kept his focus on giving everything to her, all of the passion she stirred in him and his need for her. She moaned into his mouth, the sweetest sound he had ever heard, and pushed her fingers through his hair. He slipped then, losing himself in the heat of their kiss and his desire for her. He kissed along her jaw and she tilted her head back, baring her throat to him. He trailed his lips over her vein, feeling the fluttering of her pulse against them, and kissed her there. Dios, he wanted to drown in this woman.

He was so hungry for her.

His fangs emerged.

The deep pulse of arousal in his veins turned to lust, but not for her body. He needed her blood.

“Stop, please, Andreu,” she whispered and she didn’t sound as though she really wanted him to refrain from kissing her throat. The way she tugged at his hair and arched her body against his said she wanted quite the opposite from him. “Stop!”

Andreu forced his mouth to leave her throat and looked down at her.

Varya lay in his arms, breasts heaving against her black long-sleeved top, her eyes shining bright shades of brown and blue, the flecks of gold in them sparkling.

“I’m fine now, you can let me go… let me go now,” she said and he still wasn’t convinced.



She had regained some strength but she was still weak, and the look in her eyes, the way they held his, her pupils wide and dark, told him that she wanted more. Andreu brushed his fingers across her cheek and then swept his thumb under her eyes to clear away the mascara tracks from her tears. Even as she was now, eyes red from crying and black smudges beneath them, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“I want to kiss you again.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He pressed his lips to hers and she raised herself into the kiss, her mouth soft and compliant. Andreu slanted his head and delved his tongue between her teeth, desperate to gain another taste of her. She moaned, the sound like Heaven to his ears, and writhed in his arms. The heat that always burned between them was fiercer than ever, an inferno in his veins that scorched him right to the bone and controlled him. He groaned and it ended on a growl as she pushed him away, breaking the kiss.

She escaped his arms and stood on shaky legs.

Andreu breathed hard and remained kneeling on the floor, his body struggling against the one-two punch of the effects of an unhealthy dose of UV poisoning and the raging arousal that had his blood pumping, spreading the strange concoction of pain and pleasure through his veins.

“I need to feed,” she whispered and her gaze darted around the foyer.

Something told him that he wasn’t on the menu.

Andreu growled and pushed himself onto his feet, straightening with effort. It was a miracle he remained standing. The combination of healing his body and giving sexual energy to her had him shaking all over. He swayed but planted his feet shoulder-width apart to keep himself upright. Now wasn’t the time to look weak.

“You want sex?” His cock throbbed, telling him that he might be healing but he wasn’t averse to the idea of finally sinking himself into this woman.

Varya nodded. Andreu swallowed. Cristo. He shouldn’t be doing this but he wanted her and that need overruled any concerns about his health. He was already healing again, the pain lessening with each second that passed. It wouldn’t be long before he had healed fully and he was sure it would happen even faster if she kissed him and he somehow took just a little of her energy. Payne had said she would kill a weak host. Was he weak because of his injuries or did her power judge strength in a way other than physical? It didn’t matter. He needed Varya and she needed him.

He took a step towards her.

She countered him with a step backwards. “Not you.”

Andreu frowned, mildly offended and then enraged. There was no way he was going to let her go off and find someone else to have sex with.

“Why not?” he said.

“You’re toxic… dangerous… I need someone else.”

“Don’t sugar-coat it, Chica. Say it how you see it.” Andreu glared at her and then muttered a curse under his breath. “It isn’t going to happen. The staff are out of the building as are the performers. It’s just you and me.”

“You’re a liar. There are other unmated males here still. The white-haired one.”

“Snow?” Andreu growled and was on her in a flash, hands grasping her upper arms so tightly that his knuckles blazed white, burning as fiercely as the rage pouring through his veins. “That is not going to happen.”

There was no way on this Earth that he would ever allow another male to touch this woman, especially one as dangerous as Snow. God only knew what sort of kinks that man had and Varya wasn’t strong enough to handle a two thousand year old vampire.

Andreu waited for her to mention another name so he could shoot down that one too. There was another single male in the theatre. Payne. She didn’t mention him though, boosting Andreu’s belief that she had told the truth and had no interest in sleeping with the part-incubus vampire. He still felt the need to put that one to the test and force her to give up on finding another male at the same time.

“What about Payne?” he said and her eyes widened. She instantly shook her head.

“Not the bastard. He’ll kill me.” She tried to shrink away but Andreu held her firm.

“Then you’re stuck with me. It’s just sex, right?”

Her eyes didn’t get any smaller. Something in them said that it would be more than just sex if he was her partner, and he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t feel the same way. Things had become too personal, too intimate, between them for this to be about feeding her and nothing else.

“I can be your host.” He released her arms and she backed away.

“No. I cannot.” She cast a fearful glance at him and then at the doors. Was she actually thinking of fleeing rather than taking his offer?

“Why not?” He couldn’t contain that question. She kept refusing him and now he wanted to know why. She kissed him but she wouldn’t take things further? What was it about him that had her running scared? Something told him it wasn’t because she was concerned about his injuries or his health. She could probably heal him during the act. “Is this because I do that thing you mentioned… I take your energy?”

She began to nod and then shook her head, and then her expression turned pained and confused. He locked gazes with her, intent on discovering just what she was hiding from him—the truth behind why she kept coming back for another taste of him and why he fascinated her.

Varya turned her back on him and wrapped her arms around herself. “Your aura is black as night. Too dangerous… forbidden.”

Andreu raised a single dark eyebrow. He was forbidden? While that sounded quite sexy, having a black aura didn’t sound like a good thing.

“So I radiate darkness? What does that even mean?”

She looked over her shoulder at him, the choppy straight lengths of her black hair obscuring her face. “I cannot read your feelings… shadowed males are forbidden. I should never have kissed you, and I certainly cannot have sex with you.”

“Because I’m forbidden or because you would kill me? Payne said that succubi kill their hosts.”

She turned now, shaking her head. “No, I do not think I could kill you. I have never met a male as strong as you are. You retain control when we kiss.”

“And that shouldn’t be possible?”

She shook her head again.

Andreu felt he should be flattered. He was strong in her eyes then and a first for her. He was stuck on the forbidden label she had placed on him though. Her kind had laws and she didn’t want to sleep with him because someone had told her that he was dangerous, but she had already broken the rules. As far as he could see, it was too late now for her to worry about his status according to her people. He certainly wasn’t going to worry about it.

He tugged at the buckle on his belt and her brown-blue eyes fell there.

“What are you doing?” Her voice shook but her eyes betrayed her, her pupils dilating as they followed his fingers.

“I don’t think you have time to be picky.” He undid the fastening on his black trousers and shoved them down to his ankles.

“By the gods, you are sin made flesh.”

Andreu grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He kicked his trousers away and stalked towards her in only his black boxer shorts, feeling stronger with each step. She backed away again, constantly shaking her head. If he could just get her into his arms, she would give up her fight against him and would come around to the idea of sleeping with him.

“Come on, Chica, I promise it will be worth it.”

Her cheeks heated with a blush and the sweet fragrance of her desire swirled around him, drugging his senses and making them hazy.

She was on him before he could blink, her legs tightly wrapped around his bare waist and her mouth on his. Andreu grasped her bottom and clutched her to him, taking control of the kiss while trying not to take too much energy from her. He didn’t have a clue how that worked. All he could do was try to retain some sense of focus as their tongues duelled and she rocked her slender body against his, teasing him with her heat. It was easier said than done.

Andreu paced forwards with her, torn between getting inside her right that moment and getting them somewhere more private. The shutters on the doors were still open and anyone could see them as they passed by on the pavement outside.

“More,” Varya panted between kisses.

“Going as fast as I can.” Andreu tried to see past her.

“Not fast enough.”

The world disintegrated into a multitude of colours that hurt his eyes and then darkened again. It smelt different. Varya clicked her fingers and a single light punctured the darkness, its warm glow illuminating Callum’s apartment. She had teleported them.

Andreu’s back hit the wall when Varya leaned into him, her mouth fierce against his, and rocked her hips against his cock.

“Please, Andreu,” she whispered into his mouth and he turned with her, pinning her against the wall. She was wearing far too much clothing for his liking. He wanted her nude against him, wanted this to be slower than the mad rush his blood and his body was demanding, but the urgency of Varya’s tone said that there wasn’t time. She had used more energy to transport them to the room so they could have the privacy he desired and now she was shaking in his arms.

“I need to feel you,” he muttered and shifted his hands. She pulled herself up his body and then tugged her bodice top off over her head, revealing smooth bare skin and a dark pink satin bra.

Andreu growled as she tossed her top over his shoulder and buried his face between her breasts, kissing and devouring them with his lips. She moaned and wrapped one arm around his head, her fingers tugging at the longer lengths of his dark brown hair, and clawed at his back with her other hand. She worked her body against his, each brush of her bare thighs on his sides almost too much for him to bear.

He slid his hands under her skirt and groaned at the feel of her matching satin knickers under his fingers.

“Andreu,” she moaned and arched into him. The heat of her core pressing into his stomach was his breaking point. He growled, raised one hand to the front of her rose coloured bra and used his claws to cut the strip of satin that joined the two cups. The cups fell open, revealing her lush breasts and the deep pink buds of her nipples.

Andreu swooped on one, sucking it hard into his mouth, and her thighs tightened against his sides, no longer trembling. She was already growing stronger, feeding on the energy that sparked between them with each kiss and caress. He drank each moan he elicited as he sucked her nipple, rolling it between his teeth, and sank one hand between her legs, holding her up with his other one. She was hot and moist, the satin damp with her need.

Cristo.

He tugged at the fabric and she moaned as it tore, the sound deliciously wanton and erotic. He wanted to be gentler with her but she clawed his shoulders and lowered her mouth to his ear, lightly biting the lobe and then his neck. Every mewl, every scratch and nip, drove him to surrender to his need to be rough with her.

Andreu shoved his boxer shorts down, freeing his cock, grabbed her hip and drove her down onto it.

 

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Caris Roane is also posting a Sensual Sunday snippet from one of her paranormal romance books, so be sure to check out her blog and read it! http://www.carisroane.com/journal/

 

Enslave

Felicity Heaton

His determination to succeed in business has left no room in his life for love. Now, a beautiful and deadly succubus has teleported into his dark, decadent world and is in danger of enslaving his heart.

Andreu’s future entails opening an erotic theatre like Vampirerotique, gaining wealth, women and power, not shackling himself to a single female, but he cannot deny the dangerously seductive succubus who stirs his anger and passion, and tempts him like no other—he will have her.

The moment their eyes meet, Varya knows she cannot have the exotic dark vampire who sets her pulse racing. His shadowed aura marks him as forbidden, but the hungers he awakens in her are too intense to resist—she must have a taste.

When an erotically-charged kiss ignites their soul-searing passion and reveals something dangerous about Andreu, will Varya leave forever or will she dare to risk all in pursuit of something she thought was beyond her reach?

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You can get your hands on the first book in this series, COVET, for FREE right now on selected Amazon Kindle, Kobo and Apple iBooks Stores. Find out more at my Paranormal Romance Ebook Offers page.

 

If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:

Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1)

Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #2)

Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3)

Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #4)

Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #5)

Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #6)

 

Snippet Saturday – Stop Dragging My Heart Around – Excerpt from Love Immortal (Vampire Romance Novel)

It’s time for Snippet Saturday! Each week has a theme or is author’s choice. This week the theme is Stop Dragging My Heart Around – Putting your foot down.

This week my snippet comes from one of my stand alone vampire romance novels, Love Immortal. It’s long again this week. I have no concept of what a snippet is! When it comes to Julian, I just have to let this gorgeous immortal warrior have his way… and his way is a long excerpt from his book that shows just what a charming, beautiful, man he is.

 

Julian flinched as the double doors slammed, one of them bouncing back open. It hadn’t gone as well as he’d hoped. He closed his eyes and cursed himself. He’d never been good with these kinds of words, with speaking of his past. Perhaps he should have given more thought to how he was going to tell her. He should have practiced. Now he’d only made things worse.

Lauren was convinced that she was Illia. Her confession about her feelings had left him in no doubt that he hadn’t imagined them, but it still didn’t stop a part of him from being convinced that she didn’t love him, couldn’t love him. None but Illia had. He’d wanted to tell her that. It would have made her realise that she was wrong about herself. She wasn’t Illia. None of them had been.

They were all different. The soul was the same but the heart changed.

His feelings for her weren’t because of Illia. When he felt he loved her, it wasn’t his love for Illia renewed but a new love completely.

Julian clenched his fists and cursed himself again. Now he’d hurt her. His pathetic confession had gone horribly wrong and he’d been silent when he should have explained to her that his love was for her, Lauren, not Illia. He needed to convince her of that.

He walked through the building, his senses fixed on Lauren’s scent even though he knew where he would find her. Her bedroom.

He had to tell her everything, even if it meant setting himself up for a fall that would be more painful than the one he’d taken for Illia.

Seeing her repeatedly reborn and then die had hurt him deeply, as deeply as not being loved. His existence had been lonely even when he wasn’t alone. Now Lauren was offering her heart to him, rekindling his lost emotions and his desire to do his duty and protect her so she would survive the fight against Lycaon. She deserved something in return.

As fragile as his heart was, he would offer it to her.



Reaching her door, Julian paused with his hand on the handle. The shower was running but it didn’t mask the sound of her sobs or the hurt that he could sense. He leaned against the door and waited, giving her the space that she needed even though he wanted to go to her and ease her pain. It hurt to stand and listen to her crying when those tears were because of him. He had to tell her this time. He had to make it clear to her and let her in, regardless of the danger to himself.

The room fell quiet. He waited, listening. When it had been quiet for a few minutes, he knocked.

“Come in.” Her voice was small and hoarse.

Julian opened the door and paused when he saw her sitting on the white wrought iron bed in front of him in a black satin slip, her damp hair twisted up and pinned. He’d never seen it so red or so short, or her so beautiful. Even Illia hadn’t been so stunning. Lauren’s warmth, her heart, added a new level to her beauty. She was beautiful inside and out.

He closed the door and tried to gather his thoughts so he said things right this time.

Lauren’s eyes met his. In the warm light from the lamp on the bedside table, he could see that they were red. He hated that he’d hurt her, but loved it too because it made it perfectly clear that she did have feelings for him, and that there was hope for him yet.

After all the lonely years, it felt like an elixir, a sweet drug that she gave him with each stolen glance and secret smile. It had breathed life back into his tired body and rebuilt his heart. She’d made him whole again, and he couldn’t thank her enough.

He could only offer himself and wait for her reaction.

He sat down on the edge of her bed, facing the door, leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees, and let his hands dangle between his legs.

“I am sorry,” he whispered on a sigh and looked at her. “I did not say things well. Will you allow me to speak now and I will try to… I will get it right this time?”

She made a small noise that he took as a yes and pulled her knees up to her chest, holding them with one arm and picking at the mauve bed cover with her other hand. Her slender legs were pale in contrast to the slip and the dark covers. He ran his gaze up them and then to her face. She was staring at the bed, her brown eyes still showing signs of tears and her cheeks flushed from crying.

Julian looked away at the carpet, not wanting to see what he had done to her, and then forced himself to face her again. She deserved that too, deserved to see in his eyes just how she made him feel and that he was telling her the truth.

“I loved Illia,” he said and new tears threatened to spill over her lashes. He cursed them and himself, and quickly continued, hoping to ease her pain. “But that love has been fading since her original death, and since six centuries ago it has slowly died. I have been fooling myself since then, believing that I still loved her.”

“But you don’t.” Those three words were a test.

He shook his head.

“When did you realise?”

Torn between wanting her to see his feelings and wanting to protect his heart, he flitted between looking into her eyes and looking away to his right at the shuttered window.

“Only recently,” he whispered, not strong enough to fully voice those words or offer Lauren a better explanation.

Her eyebrows rose. She understood what he wasn’t saying. She’d made him realise.

“You are not Illia, Lauren. None of you have ever been Illia. It has taken me three millennia to realise that while her soul was reborn in each of you, her heart was not. Her feelings for me died when she did. Each of you is shaped by your experiences, by your heart, and not by your soul, and each of you have been less and less like Illia.” He took hold of her hand, wanting to reassure her and needing the reassurance that came from touching her too. His orders didn’t matter right now, not when Lauren needed him.

Lauren gave him a look that stabbed him in the chest, her eyes full of pain and unshed tears. He longed to know what she was thinking, whether it was too late for him and he’d ruined everything. Had his confession done anything to make her see that he loved her and that his feelings had nothing to do with Illia or the others? Had he made it clear that she wasn’t Illia?

“We are all different then?” she muttered into her knees, looking up at him now.

With a sigh, he reached over and stroked her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. “None as different as you.”

A faint smile touched her rosy lips but it only lasted a second.

“You loved them all.”

“I foolishly held on to a love that no longer existed, believing that they were Illia,” he countered and tried to think of a way to explain to her what his life had been like. If she knew then she would understand him. He would have let her in and she would have complete power over him. It hurt, but he pushed the words out. “None of you have ever loved me.”

He felt small and vulnerable as he sat beside her, waiting for her to say something.

Pain showed in her eyes. Her hand caught his, holding it tight, squeezing it so hard that it actually hurt.

In the blink of an eye, she was kneeling close to him, her arms around his neck and her forehead resting against his right cheek.

He didn’t know what to do. His heart warmed as she clung to him, her breath soft against his throat. Lauren was so different. She was his salvation, his light in the darkness. While all others had forsaken him, had turned their back on him, she had embraced him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against his skin.

He frowned and turned his head towards her, wondering if he’d heard her correctly.

“Why?” he said in a low voice, his hand coming up to rest on her arm. She was so warm and soft. Everything he’d ever wanted but never had.

“I don’t know.” There was a slight laugh to her tone, as though she really didn’t know why she was apologising. “I just feel responsible. They’re me and I’m them in a way.”

“Only a small way.” He took hold of her wrist and brought her hand away from his neck, causing her to sit back. Would she ever know exactly what she’d done for him, how she’d ended a painful existence and given him new hope and a new sense of duty? “You are so different to all of them.”

Her fingers closed around his hand and she held it, her eyes still fixed on his. “I won’t die. I won’t put you through that again.”

Placing his other hand over hers, he prayed that she could keep that promise because he didn’t want to lose her. She averted her gaze. The atmosphere in the room turned heavy, stifling. Reaching up, Julian placed his hand against her cheek, cupping it and absorbing her warmth as she blushed. He raised her head and her eyes briefly met his before darting towards the window behind him. She was embarrassed. That reaction drew a smile from him, one that broadened when she moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

A quiet calm filled him, easing the tension from his body inch by inch. Only Lauren could make him feel this way—at one with the world and peaceful. When she was close to him, touching him, she made him warm and allayed his fears. She made him forget the world outside existed.

“You smell like blood,” she whispered.

Fire swept through his veins when she tilted her head back, bringing her lips close to the right side of his neck.

“You need to feed.” He offered his wrist.

“There are no scars on your neck.” Her breath was warm against him but didn’t compare to the heat of her touch as she lightly ran a finger down his throat.

He shuddered, barely able to take the way it felt to have her hands on him, caressing him, and her hungry gaze on his neck.

“Have I ever bitten here?”

“No.”

“But vampires bite necks.” She moved closer.

He tensed. It wasn’t a reaction to what she’d said but to the feel of her breasts brushing his arm.

“We are not vampires.” He might have sounded more convincing if he hadn’t whispered those words on an exhale of sheer pleasure.

“I think we are.” Her voice was sin and temptation, quietly spoken against his skin. “Why haven’t I?”

“Because in the thirty incarnations since your first death, you have not loved me.” He paused, steeled himself against the pain these words would cause him, and then said, “You forbade it.”

His abrupt confession made her stop and draw back. She frowned into his eyes.

“And the first time?” she said and it was his turn to frown. “You said since my first death… meaning the first time was different. Illia was different.”

“She died before she could bite me. She died in my arms that time and every time since then.” It hurt to say that, to acknowledge it aloud for her to hear. Illia had wanted to bite him. When he’d come back, it had been too late to save her and too late for them. They had never had the chance to act on their feelings, but he had a chance with Lauren.

“But that time it was different, because I loved you too.” Lauren knelt beside him, her hands in her lap and an aura of sorrow about her. She took hold of his hand and toyed with his fingers. “This time might be different too… if you want it to be, Julian.”

With that, she leaned in close to his neck and breathed in deeply. She’d adapted quickly to her new life, to her new need for blood, proving herself strong even when she didn’t believe that she was. He’d expected her to take longer to become comfortable with herself. She pulled the collar of his black shirt aside.

“I would like to, if that’s okay?” she whispered against his skin.

A wave of warm desire surged through him.

He couldn’t speak. All he could do was tilt his chin up in silent invitation.

Her lips brushed his neck, warm breath making him burn. She moved around in front of him, placing her knee between his legs so she was straddling his left thigh, her mouth against the left side of his neck. Her hands settled on his shoulders. His curled into fists in an effort to stop himself from reaching out and taking hold of her. He moved backwards on the bed, until his calves hit the mattress, giving her more room to kneel close to him.

The soft glide of her tongue over the side of his throat made him shiver and he leaned his head further to one side, desperately encouraging her to bite him, to give him everything he’d wanted for three millennia.

Connection.

Love.

An answer to his prayers.

Julian tensed when her small sharp fangs slowly punctured his skin and eased into his flesh. Her first shallow pull on his blood made him groan inside, the pleasure unbearable and so intense that it bordered on taking control, overpowering his mind and any shred of sense that remained.

She was so gentle, her suckling as soft as a kitten, tender and slow, as though she wanted to savour every drop of blood on her tongue. When her fangs left him, he mourned their loss and was sure that she would stop. Instead, she brushed her lips over his throat, licking and teasing, torturing him with the divine feeling of her feeding. It had never been like this.

The connection between them was incredible, giving him a glimpse of her feelings and what this moment meant to her. Her actions were so careful and measured, each caress of her tongue driving him a little further out of his mind. His lips parted as his own fangs extended without warning. He half-closed his eyes when she sunk her fangs back into his throat, drawing harder on his blood this time.

His breathing turned shallow.

He’d never imagined it would feel so intense, so beautiful, to have her do this. In fact, he was sure it was only because it was Lauren. She alone stirred the incredible passion inside him and the desperate need for her to continue. She could bleed him dry and he wouldn’t care as long as she didn’t let go of him until his heart had beat its last.

She moved closer and her body pressed against his—soft and light, warm and supple. His hands hovered close to her. He wanted to draw her near, so she was flush against him, her barely covered breasts on his chest and his groin against the apex of her thighs. He wanted to roll her over and nestle between those thighs.

Wanted to bite her and hear her cry his name as she climaxed.

Her slow drinking from his vein aroused him but he still retained the tiniest fragment of sense and control. He wished he didn’t. Lost in the connection between them, her feelings and his own, it all seemed so possible. If he touched her, if he ran his hands over her bare thighs just as he needed to, she wouldn’t resist. She would be his.

Back in the training room, she might have stopped herself but he knew what she’d been on the brink of saying.

She’d gone through the awakening to be with him.

That thought alone made him giddy. When combined with the feel of her lapping at his neck and her hands on him, it made him feel drunk.

Lauren drew back, licking the wound on his throat, light sensual brushes of her tongue—silk against his flesh. He inhaled deeply. He loved the smell of her skin, the scent of her blood and her arousal. It made him painfully hard. His eyes opened and zeroed in on her bare neck. He hadn’t tasted her blood since the night she’d turned him. It was forbidden. She had forbade it. Now he wanted to taste her more than ever. He wanted to complete the connection and make her see just what she did to him.

Just how much he loved her.

 

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Love Immortal

Felicity Heaton

Rescued from werewolves by the most breathtaking man she’s ever seen, Lauren is dragged into the fight of her life and a dark world she never knew existed. There, she discovers that she’s the latest reincarnation of a goddess and must drink the blood of her immortal protector, Julian, in order to reawaken and continue her three thousand year old mission to defeat Lycaon, the original werewolf.

With the help of Julian and an organisation of people with supernatural abilities, Lauren fights for her life, their future and the fate of mankind against Lycaon and his deadly army, but can she succeed when Lycaon has killed all of her predecessors?

Can she crack the armour around Julian’s heart and seize her happily forever after with him? And can Julian bring himself to trust Lauren with the fragments of his heart after everything he’s been through?

Available in e-book from:

Amazon Kindle | Amazon Kindle UK | Amazon Kindle Germany | Amazon Kindle France | Amazon Kindle Canada

Apple iBookstore USA | Apple iBookstore UK | Apple iBookstore Australia | Apple iBookstore Canada | Apple iBookstore New Zealand

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Available in paperback from:

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Don’t forget to visit the other authors who are participating to read their snippets…

Lauren Dane

Caris Roane

Eliza Gayle

Lissa Matthews

McKenna Jeffries

Shiloh Walker

Taige Crenshaw

Delilah Devlin

HelenKay Dimon

Myla Jackson

Felicity Heaton

TJ Michaels

 

Guest Post – Will Belegon introduces his new book Real Vampires Don’t Surf

I have a new guest author this week – the wonderful Will Belegon! He’s here to talk about his latest book, Real Vampires Don’t Surf, and share some the challenges of writing in the paranormal romance genre. I’ll hand things over to him now…

 

In the crowded world of paranormal romance, it seems the Everest of arrogance to claim that any writers work is unique.

When Anne Rice first drew me into the nocturnal world of the vampire, almost thirty years ago, the night dwelling population was blessed with far more elbow room.  Back in those sparsely populated evenings of the eighties, Dracula rubbed elbows with Lestat and Barnabas Collins and… well, that was about all I can remember.

Now, those streets are busy indeed.  Not just with vamps, either.  Fae, shapeshifters, witches and warlocks.  Ghosts and demons share forbidden love with angels and zombies.  It’s a veritable smorgasbord of cross-genre courting.

So why would I write a novel about a vampire and a surfer girl now, when it is all but guaranteed to fall between the cracks and languish in obscurity? I wish I could say.  Especially considering that I started it almost six years ago, at a time when the chances of it being noticed were much greater.  The competition out there now is pretty intense, including that presented by my gracious host.

Real Vampires Don’t Surf isn’t my first venture into the paranormal, but it is the first time I’ve written a story involving the most recognizable of sensual predators, the vampire.  A creature far more intimately linked to our fear and fascination with sex than the werewolf or the sidhe.

I’ll climb that aforementioned mountain and say I do feel that my take on the genre has its share of unique perspectives, although I am sure if I actively hunted them down I could find other magical beings with similar trappings.

I finished this novel now because my characters made me.  I couldn’t not write it, not and stay sane.  Jess and Leah and the men around them pushed me out of bed each morning and made me speed home from work each night, made me find moments when I could listen to them and get their words onto the electronic page.   They made me stay up late and drink entirely inappropriate amounts of caffeine at times when I should have been sleeping.  The result was a novel I’m proud to have written and a sequel that is already in the works and certainly is not going to take six years to finish.

It’s a story of love discovered and lives changed. A very human story with a cast that is not entirely so.  It also has danger and death, intrigue and mystery and more than a little good old fashioned libido.  I hope that tickles your curiosity.  And if it doesn’t. might I suggest something by the talented Felicity Heaton?  After all, it’s her blog your reading right now, not mine.

Why? What is it about the extremes of existence that so captivates us?  Perhaps it is the very fact that we are reaching extremes.  Science fiction writers of the fifties used themes of alien invasion to address race relations and the fear of species mortality brought on by nuclear arsenals primed to fly at the banging of a shoe on a desk.  Perhaps our obsession with love among the magically inclined is a similar diversion.  Perhaps by exploring love between werewolf and fairy, human and vampire, we can tell truths that are actually about ending the limits society places on love.

 

Real Vampires Don’t Surf

 by Will Belegon

 

Two men. One night. Jess Blue’s life will never be the same. The feisty California surfer girl finds herself in a dangerous world of magic, romance, and intrigue. A world in which former Navy SEALs, Russian businessmen, street racers, and ancient orders of chivalry all weave her new reality.

 

 

 

Buy Link:  http://purpleprosaic.dreamhosters.com/books/RVDS.htm

 

Author Bio

Will Belegon is an author/editor of erotic and romantic novellas and short stories. His primary publisher is Phaze, but he also has work available from Charles River Press and eXessica. His poetry has appeared at Oysters & Chocolate and Clean Sheets. He has read his work to nightclub audiences in New York City or to an audience of four at one a.m. in San Diego. He is always working on something new. Unfortunately, it is not always after finishing something else, thus the constant growth of his Work In Process file. His most recent release with co-author Alessia Brio is At Last, a tale of a chance meeting on a historic day. In addition, he writes about the Chargers and Padres, coaches Little League and gets constantly manipulated by his two reasons for being, his children.

 

Links

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Teaseday – Prophecy: Caelestis and Aurorea (Vampires Realm Romance Series Book 2) Plus FREE EBOOK

 

Today’s tease comes from the book Prophecy: Caelestis and Aurorea, which is the second book in my popular Vampires Realm romance series.

Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…

The raven left the guard’s shoulder and Prophecy followed it as it swooped along the path, cawing loudly along the way. She held her head high while walking past the guards that lined the pale gravel path. Her senses told her that they were all as old as the ones that had been defending the gate and they were all strong. The Validus bloodline was old and there hadn’t been a new addition to their family in countless years.

Her eyes roamed the breadth of the palace. It was as beautiful as any stately home. Even in the rain-soaked darkness, she could make out that the plaster covering its façade had been painted rich ochre. There were so many windows that she lost count and the perfectly manicured garden with tall topiary bushes made it look like a royal palace. She supposed that the Validus were as close to royalty as her species got. The annals always said that it was the reason they had the purest purple eyes when in their vampire form. Royal purple.

It wasn’t just that and their name that made them like royalty. At over three millennia, Hyperion was the oldest vampire in existence. If Ineru were his blood and birth sister like Valentine had told her, then she too must have been over three thousand years old. She wondered what it would be like to live that long. With age came strength in her species. How strong was Hyperion?

The twin tall wooden doors in front of her opened and she stepped through them. She followed the raven still, letting it lead the way to Hyperion.

She couldn’t imagine what it must be like to see the world change like he would have. When he had been turned, there was no Heaven and Hell, no bible, and the ancient civilisations of Greece and Egypt still flourished.

Entering a room, she came out of her thoughts when she felt the presence of great power and blinked when she saw him sitting at the opposite end of the room. He was reclining at a haphazard angle in a huge lushly furnished chair. One of his legs dangled over an arm of it while one hand hung limp, almost grazing the floor with the glass he held.

He didn’t bother sitting up when she approached, he only moved his gaze to rest on her and she faltered under the intensity of it.



His physical appearance wasn’t old like she had expected. His black hair and slim features reminded her painfully of Valentine, only he seemed even younger. At what age had he turned? The man in front of her didn’t look a day over thirty. His rich violet eyes receded, changing into a dark shade of brown that made the colour of hers pale in comparison.

She came to a halt just a few metres from him. His eyes bore into hers and she felt as though he was trying to see right down into her soul. She was about to look away when he raised his hand and the raven landed on it. He placed his half empty glass of blood down and petted the bird. There seemed to be a sad kind of affection between them and a troubled look filled Hyperion’s eyes.

Ineru.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good time to come to him after all. She hadn’t realised just how concerned he would be with his sister and how much it weighed down on his heart, but in his face now, she could see the anxiety and sadness. She could feel it in the house. It was quiet and empty, hollow almost. The whole building felt depressed. It made a strange contrast when compared with hers. Here there were no other vampires bustling around or just relaxing and talking in the drawing rooms and halls. There was no one but the man in front of her, sitting in his chair in a room that made her feel cold and a house that felt as though it was in mourning.

The raven flew up to the rafters of the high ceiling when Hyperion raised his hand and she found him looking at her again. She wrapped her arms across her chest, holding herself.

She had to say something to fill the silence.

“I’m—” she started.

“I know who you are, child of light.” He cut her off and sat up.

Her eyes dropped to the black shirt and trousers he was wearing. The shirt was undone, barely covering the contours of his torso and his bronzed skin. He wasn’t overly tall but his legs were long. She could tell that when he crossed them and leaned back into the chair. They added to his lithe appearance, making her think that he could probably outrun even her. He could probably outrun anyone. When she brought her eyes back up, she caught the look of intrigue on his face and she would have had to be blind to miss the seductive curve his lips took on.

She wondered just what kind of man he was. From where she was standing, he was beautiful and deadly, the perfect vampire. Luring humans to their demise, be them female or male, would never be a problem for him. The smile he was giving her made her want to avert her gaze and she was a vampire. The weaker mind of a human would be unable to resist his allure. He was precisely the type of vampire that people wrote about. The type of man that no one could resist. Seduction would probably be a game to him, a form of amusement that he would entertain himself with before killing his victim.

“Is something the matter?” he said in a low voice and bent down to retrieve his glass of blood from the floor.

“I…I hadn’t expected you to look so young.” She offered him a small smile and felt awkward when he laughed. The sound of it echoed around the high walls. It made her stomach twist upon itself to hear it. It didn’t seem to fit somehow. It was an alien sound for such a sombre place.

“I was thinking the same of you.” He stood up and looked at her, his expression thoughtful while he sipped his blood.

She kept still under his scrutiny, not wanting to anger him by shying away. She’d had other men look at her that way. There was no more desire in his eyes than Venturi had, and nowhere near as much as Valentine showed for her. To this man, she was something to be claimed or won, or even just toyed with. Was he only granting her an audience in order to give himself some amusement for a few minutes? He stepped towards her and ran his eyes back up to her face.

“I have the disguise of immortality, but you are as innocent as you appear.”

She presumed that by that he meant she was young. None of her species could be innocent, not with the things they had to do to survive. Her teeth itched at the thought of fresh blood and her eyes briefly moved to the glass he was holding.

“Your hunger makes you beautiful. My sister cannot resist the lure of blood either. She is as hungry as you, I think.”

She realised that her demonic guise had come to the forefront while she had been looking at the blood. Forcing it to recede, she licked her lips and then promised herself that she would hunt as soon as she’d rescued Valentine.

“I hear many things about you, child of light,” he said and she started wondering why he was calling her that. Is that what the prophecy called her? Surely Hyperion would know it in its true form, not the tangled web of lies that everyone else had been fed. He was old enough. “Some speak of you and say that you have secrets in your past.”

She nodded. “I did. I know them now.”

“That is a good thing. A secret, even one you are unconscious of carrying, is a heavy burden to bear.” He moved around her and she could feel his eyes wandering over her again.

She kept her face forwards and stared at the tapestries that hung on the rear wall of the room behind Hyperion’s throne.

“Not as heavy as the weight I bear from the prophecy,” she said and when he made it back around to the front of her, he frowned and nodded.

“The burden you bear is not one which will be easily dispatched but there is a great strength in you, the likes of which I have never seen before.” He moved back to his throne and sat down. “What is it you want from me?”

“I need your help to save someone from my blood brother, Arkalus, and the lord of Aurorea. They are holding him at the Aurorea’s mansion not far from here.” Her voice trembled while she spoke and she couldn’t stop her nerves from showing. She had felt fine before and almost at ease around him, but she didn’t know how he would react to her request and it made her uneasy.

He sighed and leaned back into his chair. “That I cannot offer you. I have kept my hounds at bay, but I cannot align myself with you, not at this juncture.”

Disappointment weighed heavy in her stomach, making her feel sick. “Why not? I need your help, Hyperion, and you turn me away?”

“It is too risky.”

“Is this because of Ineru?”

His eyes darkened. “This has nothing to do with her. Leave her out of this.”

“Have the Law Keepers found her? I met two in Budapest and they weren’t there looking for me. Just like they weren’t looking for me at the masquerade.”

“She is safe. They will not find her,” he said and she got the feeling that there was a deeper reason behind why he had been so reluctant to see her.

“Is she here?” She watched his face closely.

He paused and it told her everything that she needed to know.

“I understand now why you won’t help me,” she said.

“I will help in any way that I can without openly aligning myself with you. When it has passed, you can count on my assistance. I need to know that she is safe first.” The pensive look on his face disappeared and he smiled at her. “My Watchmen have reported to me in the past that you are searching for the scrolls. I was against splitting them. It was a tactic devised by the elders to scare the younglings and keep the truth about you hidden.”

“We have one part of the scroll, but the other is lost and the one lead we had was murdered before we could speak to them,” she said.

“It is in London.”

Her eyes widened. Was he being serious? He knew the location of the second part of the scroll? She stepped towards him, struggling for words while she thought over the connotations of what he’d said. They had been so close to it all this time.

“The British Museum has it. It is on display there and they describe it as a cuneiform text of unknown origin. It is not dated.”

She didn’t know what to say.

His smile widened. “It will be easy to find. You have seen the other half. You will recognise it.”

She laughed at the word easy. She’d lost hope of discovering where it was and now the location of it had fallen into her lap.

“Thank you,” she said and frowned when he shook his head and sighed.

“I wish that I could be of more assistance to you, but my sister needs me more. Love makes her weak, but it only serves to strengthen you. I am certain that you will succeed in rescuing your love.” He stood again and walked to her, his lips still curved into a slight smile.

She didn’t stop him when he placed his hand under hers and raised it. He pressed a kiss to it and looked deep into her eyes.

“Just as I am certain that we shall meet again,” he said.

 

Did you enjoy today’s tease?

Caris Roane is also posting a Teaseday snippet, so be sure to check out her blog and read it! http://www.carisroane.com/journal/

 

Prophecy: Caelestis and Aurorea [book 2]

F E Heaton

In a world of darkness and danger, Prophecy will fight to her limit to save the vampire she loves and stop a terrible evil from unleashing Hell on earth.

A female vampire on the brink of discovering the true depth of her extraordinary power, Prophecy’s strength of heart is put to the test when her blood brother, Arkalus, and Valentine’s lord set in motion a terrible plan that threatens to destroy her. Old friends turn their backs on her, unlikely allies come to her aid, and with the help of the dangerously seductive Lord Hyperion, the scroll that foretells her true destiny is completed, but nothing can prepare Valentine and Prophecy for what lies ahead.

When her visions show her the dark path they must take, will Prophecy and Valentine be able to do what is necessary to win against the mounting threat of a mysterious enemy?

Following on from Prophecy: Child of Light, the tension rises and love grows in Prophecy: Caelestis & Aurorea, a thrilling second part to the trilogy that draws you into a dark, exhilarating world of vampires, werewolves, magic and the war to end all wars.

Available in e-book from:

Amazon Kindle | Amazon Kindle UK | Amazon Kindle Germany | Amazon Kindle France | Amazon Kindle Canada

Apple iBookstore USA | Apple iBookstore UK | Apple iBookstore Australia | Apple iBookstore Canada | Apple iBookstore New Zealand

Barnes and Noble | Kobo Books | Sony Reader Store | Smashwords

 

You can get your hands on the first book in this series, PROPHECY: CHILD OF LIGHT, for FREE right now on selected Amazon Kindle, Kobo and Apple iBooks Stores. Find out more at my Paranormal Romance Ebook Offers page.

 

If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Vampires Realm romance series yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and some are available in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:

Prophecy: Child of Light (Vampires Realm Romance Series #1)

Prophecy: Caelestis & Aurorea (Vampires Realm Romance Series #2)

Prophecy: Dark Moon Rising (Vampires Realm Romance Series #3)

Eternity: The Beginning (Vampires Realm Romance Series #4)

Spellbound (Vampires Realm Romance Series #5)

Reunion (Vampires Realm Romance Series #6)

Seventh Circle (Vampires Realm Romance Series #7)

Winter’s Kiss (Vampires Realm Romance Series #8)

Hunter’s Moon (Vampires Realm Romance Series #9)

Masquerade (Vampires Realm Romance Series #10)

 

Manday Hotties – Hot new mancandy to kick off your week with a bang

 

Good Monday Morning! I’m continuing to bring you sexy new hotties this year! How about these guys? It’s time for the Manday Hotties Hop!

 



 





 

Which shot is your favourite? I want to help #2 with his jeans but #1 is calling me for a ride!

 

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Sensual Sunday – Hot excerpt from Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 3) plus FREE EBOOK

 

Sensual Sunday is brought to you today by Seduce, which is the third book in my popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series. Sensual Sunday’s always feature a hot excerpt from one of my paranormal romance books. Read on for this Sunday’s sensual snippet… it’s a bit of a long one today, but I’m sure you’ll think it’s worth it!

 

The scars continued on his arms, thick and pronounced, some of them so deep that they had pulled the muscle into a strange distorted shape. Sera went to touch one. Antoine growled and pulled away, scooped his shirt off the floor and put it back on, covering his body.

Shielding himself from her inquisitive eyes.

“Antoine,” she whispered, as softly as she could, trying to show him that she hadn’t intended to question him about the scars again and that he didn’t need to hide them from her.

He turned his back on her and hung his head.

“Not quite what you thought I would look like?” he bit out on a dark snarl. “I bet you imagined me perfect, skin as flawless as your own, beautiful… not hideous.”

That had her feet moving. She came up behind him and slowly placed her hands on his shoulders so she didn’t startle him. She swept her palms over them, feeling their strength, and then back again, to his neck. There, she slipped her hands into his collar and started to lower his silver-grey shirt again, revealing inch after inch of scars on his back. He tensed.

Sera tiptoed and kissed each scar, from the ones that were barely a scratch to the ones that had damaged muscle irreparably. He didn’t pull away. He remained motionless, rigid, his breathing shallow and controlled. When her hands reached his, she tugged the cuffs of his shirt over them and then removed it completely. She tossed it away from them, onto one of the red velvet sofas that were part of the stage set, so he couldn’t reach for it and hide from her again.

He began to relax as she continued to kiss and lick his skin, worshipping him, hoping to make him see that she thought he was beautiful, not hideous. While she might have imagined flawless perfection as he had said, this revelation wasn’t one that lessened the ferocity of her attraction to him. Each scar was a story that she wanted to know, a memory that she wanted to hear so she could take away the pain he associated with it and could learn to love himself again.

She had been wrong about him.



He didn’t love himself at all.

Sera slipped her arms under his and settled her hands on his chest at the same time as she rested her cheek against his strong back. She closed her eyes, her bare torso pressed against his cool skin, and held him in silence, hoping that he could feel every emotion that he stirred in her. He was old and powerful enough to sense such things without skin contact. With it, he should be able to read her clearly. He should be able to feel that she still desired him, that she wished she could ease his pain and make him feel loved and beautiful. She ached for him.

Antoine shifted, his right hand settling over hers. She expected him to remove it from his chest but he held it there, pressed against him. He was taking the comfort she was offering. It was a start. Much better than the rejection she had anticipated at least.

She slipped her hands down from his chest to settle on his waist and began to kiss his back again, working her way around him and paying close attention to the deepest scar that had deformed the biceps and deltoid of his left arm. When she reached the groove between the hard slabs of his pectorals, she rested her lips there, feeling his heart beating steadily against them. She breathed him in, liking the subtle fragrance of his strong blood that laced his cologne.

He drew in a deep breath. “Sera.”

Sera lifted her head and met his ice-blue gaze. She had never seen it so soft, or him so vulnerable. Was this what awaited her on the other side of his armour? She was under no illusion that this brief glimpse of the other side would last longer than a few seconds. He was already fighting it, clawing back control over his emotions, seeking to distance himself. Why couldn’t he give in to what he wanted and take what he needed in order to heal at least his emotional pain?

She wouldn’t let him close himself off again. Not before he had surrendered completely to his desire and found some relief, a few brief minutes away from whatever haunted his soul. She wanted to give him that at least. Even if it was all she could give him.

She tiptoed, intent on kissing him. He beat her to it, swooping down and claiming her mouth with his. She opened to him completely, letting him have his way with her, encouraging him with soft moans as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.

His hands clutched her bottom, dragging her against him, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to him. She leaned into him as he lifted her, looping her arms around his neck and never breaking the kiss. His muscles flexed against her, sending a pleasant shiver tripping through her and deepening her desire. She wanted to touch him all over, every inch of him, and put him to memory. She wanted him to do the same to her, to caress and kiss her, to taste her and take her. She wanted to be his.

He settled her down on a red velvet chaise longue and covered her with his body. The weight of him against her was delicious and she couldn’t hold back the flood of desire that swept through her at the thought of him entering her, making love with her on the very set where erotic acts played out each night. She felt wicked and naughty, something she had never experienced before, and she liked it.

Antoine nuzzled her neck, devouring it with wet rough kisses, and leaned on one elbow above her. She moaned and arched into his hand as it covered her right breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. His answering groan against her throat was bliss.

He kissed downwards, palming her right breast as his mouth headed for her left. Sera wrapped her legs around his bare waist and buried her fingers in his thick brown hair, tangling it around them and clutching him to her. The first touch of his tongue on her sensitive nipple caused her to arch into him again, her head tipping up to press into the soft cushioned back of the seat. Her lips parted with her moan, legs tightening around him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth, adding a bite of pain to her pleasure.

“Antoine,” she breathed, lost to the world, a slave to the sensations he stirred in her. She pushed her breasts up further, eager for more, desperate to encourage him to give it to her. He groaned again and bit harder, sending a spark of pain shooting outwards over her body. The wake of it carried intense pleasure and she found herself silently begging him to do it again. He suckled instead, torturing her with the softness when she wanted it hard.

Before she could consider what she was doing, her hands had left his hair and she was raking her nails down his back.

Antoine growled and bucked against her, and rewarded her wickedness by clamping his teeth down hard on her nipple. Sera moaned so loudly that she was certain the whole theatre would have heard her.

Was it wrong that she wanted more?

Just as Antoine had teased her by being gentle in the aftermath of his first bite, she teased him, lightly running her hands over his back, feeling the soft shifting contours of his muscles and the harsh ridges of scar tissue. He growled again and squeezed her right nipple between his index finger and thumb. The shiver that exploded outwards from the hard bud tore another moan from her throat and she raked her nails down Antoine’s back again, clawing at him and driving him on. He didn’t need to be gentle with her. She enjoyed the pain as much as he did, loved the dark edge it gave to what was playing out between them.

He rocked his hips against her and she mewled, unsatisfied and annoyed by the way her underwear and his trousers dampened the pleasure she gained from his hard movements. She wanted him naked.

Sera brought her hands down, pressed them against his chest, and pushed him upwards.

He paused, breathing hard, gaze following her hands as she skimmed them downwards, heading for his belt. He groaned as she undid it, tackled his trousers, and shoved them down over his bottom. Heaven. She skated her hands over his backside, the twin firm globes too delicious to ignore. The temptation to make him stand and strip so she could see him fully nude and gloriously hard was too fierce to deny.

She tried to push him off her but he tensed. Sera frowned and met his gaze.

There was pain in his eyes again.

He opened his mouth to speak and she covered it with her hand, afraid that he would say that he had changed his mind and that he wanted her to leave. She had to have this moment with him. She had come too far, risked too much, and wanted her reward. More than that, she wanted him to have this moment with her, so he could find some relief from whatever pain lived in his heart.

Antoine took hold of her hand. Sera used all of her strength to keep it over his mouth but even that wasn’t enough. He easily brought her hand away from it, as though she hadn’t resisted him at all, and then released it. He stroked her cheek.

“Sera… this… I…”

Please don’t say to leave. It ran through her head on repeat. His eyes darkened, the pain in them growing more intense, and she found herself lifting her hand to his face and mirroring him by caressing his cheek. He closed his eyes.

“I do not wish to stop.” A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his sensual mouth. “I can feel you. I need to warn you though… if we do this, I may not be able… I may hurt you.”

Oh. She had liked the playful nips and wicked bites, but something told her that he wasn’t talking about that sort of pain. He was talking about losing control, and he was far more powerful than she was. With his strength, he could easily injure her without much effort, and potentially without realising it until it was too late.

“Why?” She had to ask. He had to have a reason for believing he might lose control and be a little too rough with her.

The smile twitched on his lips again before dying completely. “I have not had sex in close to three centuries.”

Dear God. Three hundred years without sex? She had lived thirty years as a vampire and had been with a few other vampires in that time. Nothing serious. Just casual flings that hadn’t lasted. Going years without any male companionship had been a test for her. She craved physical and emotional contact with others. She couldn’t even begin to imagine living three hundred years without being intimate with someone.

“Say something.” It was spoken softly but there was a command laced into his tone, subtle enough that it could have easily gone unnoticed. He wanted to hear her response to his confession and she was making him impatient.

“You’ve got a hell of a lot of lost pleasure to make up for,” she said and was surprised at herself. Brash and bold. Something she had never been able to master before tonight. She curled her fingers around the thick length of his cock and smiled into his eyes as he opened them and stared down into hers, a beautifully startled edge to his expression. “So what are we waiting for?”

Antoine snarled and swooped on her mouth, crushing her lips with his. Sera wriggled lower on the chaise longue beneath him, her hands shoving his trousers down to his knees at the same time. She moaned as he plundered her mouth, bruising in his force, so rough that her heart pounded with excitement. Would she ever be able to get enough of this man? Could she ever feel so free and so bold with anyone else? Something about him brought it out in her. His strength, his power, his beauty, and his past—all of it dark and enticing, driving her to embrace her own darker side. She clawed at his back, gasping between rough kisses, dizzy with passion and desire.

She raised her head off the padded seat, battling Antoine for dominance, nipping his lower lip and sucking it into her mouth. The harder she sucked, the more frantic he became, until he tore away from her and forced his mouth on hers again, seizing control once more. She let him take it, gave it over to him so she could focus elsewhere. His cock. He groaned when she tugged on it, sliding her hand up and down the long rigid length. She rubbed her thumb over the blunt head, smearing a pearl of moisture into the soft skin, and moaned at the thought of him filling her, thrusting into her and driving her wild.

Antoine seemed to read her mind.

He moved and before she could blink, she was face down on the chaise longue with him kneeling behind her. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down, yanking them off over her feet.

 

Did you enjoy today’s hot little snippet?

 

Caris Roane is also posting a Sensual Sunday snippet from one of her paranormal romance books, so be sure to check out her blog and read it! http://www.carisroane.com/journal/

 

Seduce

Felicity Heaton

Bloodlust runs in his veins, a dark master waiting for the day it will reign over him. Now a woman with a pure soul and wicked intentions has him in her sights and is determined to crack the ice around his heart, and she might save or damn him.

Antoine stands apart from the world around him, a dangerous and broken soul who must maintain rigid control at all times or risk his dark addiction finally seizing hold of him. The shadows of his past haunt him and he sees his bleak future each night when his brother wakes screaming, his blood addiction turning him savage. He cannot allow himself to feel, but when Sera walks into Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, to audition, she awakens dangerous desires in him—hungers that could spell the end of both of them.

Sera has wanted Antoine since the night she first saw the gorgeous aristocrat vampire. She can’t ignore the deep carnal hunger he stirs in her or the ache to know the heat of his touch. With the help of her sire, an ex-performer at Vampirerotique, she sets in motion a game of seduction, one designed to thaw the ice in Antoine’s veins and make him burn for her.

When Sera discovers the shocking truth about his past and the darkness that lurks within him, will she be strong enough to seize his heart with both hands and win him forever or will she lose him to the ghosts that still haunt him?

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If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:

Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1)

Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #2)

Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3)

Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #4)

Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #5)

Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #6)

 

Snippet Saturday – Smooth Operator – Excerpt from Heart of Darkness (Vampire Romance Novel)

It’s time for Snippet Saturday! Each week has a theme or is author’s choice. This week the theme is Smooth Operator – Hero with moves.

This week my snippet comes from one of my stand alone vampire romance novels, Heart of Darkness. It’s a bit of a big one today but that’s because I wanted to capture enough of the story to set the scene too, and Aleksandr deserves a nice long excerpt to show just how determined he is to make Elise see beyond his rank of prince and the rumours about him, to the vampire he is beneath.

 

Elise cursed the name of Aleksandr Nemov for the hundredth time that night, and it was barely two hours after sundown. It transpired that he had only danced with her at the ball. Now everywhere she went the ladies of the house whispered and glared at her. Even the guards were merciless in their teasing. She had gone to see Andrej to find some comfort but he had been so caustic that she had immediately left.

She hurried across the landscaped garden to the grey two storey square building at the back of the estate that acted as the garrison. It was past time to report in for duty. Hopefully, Commander Piotr would forgive her this small fault in exchange for the fact that she had followed his orders and ruined her life by dancing with Aleksandr Nemov.

Elise strode through the building, her focus so fixed on thinking of a way to gain a solo mission so she could patrol the city in glorious solitude and keeping her head down to avoid the snide taunts of her comrades that she didn’t notice the danger until it was too late.

The moment she saw Aleksandr, she turned and tried to escape her commander’s office.

“Elise,” Commander Piotr said and she froze, cursing Aleksandr again.

“Reporting for duty, Sir.” Elise saluted her commander and then Ladislav where he sat perched on the end of her commander’s oak desk dressed in a long black winter coat and pinstripe suit. She ignored Aleksandr.

“You are to show me the city tonight.”

Her gaze shot to Aleksandr. He smiled at her, all charm and sweetness.



She didn’t want to show him the city. He already knew it. He had been to Prague before.

Had he asked for her to be his guide tonight? She shrugged that question away. There was no reason for him to ask for her specifically. Then again, he’d had no reason to be so intent on dancing with her either. The look in his grey eyes unsettled her. Whenever he looked at her, he looked like a raptor eyeing its prey. She didn’t like it, and she hadn’t seen him look at anyone else that way.

Elise bit her tongue to hold in the refusal that tried to spring from her lips and saluted her commander again, stiffly this time and with anger burning in her gut.

She turned on the spot, took a deep breath, and led the way out of the garrison. A quick tour of the city wouldn’t kill her. It was an honour to serve their prince and she was sure that she was imagining everything about Aleksandr. He didn’t know any of the guards besides her and the commander, and he had met her in the city. Perhaps he merely thought her a suitable guide, one who would be able to give him information he needed.

Perhaps he was out to seduce her.

Elise would have laughed at that had she not feared it so much.

Aleksandr was quiet as they walked into the heart of the city. His eyes constantly scanned over the old buildings lining the narrow roads. She brought him to the Old Town quarter first, entering the main square from an alley at the bridge end, away from the open square itself.

“It’s a terrible place for hunting,” Elise said to break the silence.

Aleksandr glanced at her and then looked at their surroundings. He tensed and turned the second the astronomical clock mounted near the base of the tall stone tower in front of them began to chime the hour. With a frown, he walked forwards, towards the beautiful gold and blue dial that the tourists loved, studying it and the gold and painted circular calendar below. Elise went with him, her gaze seeking the model of death chiming a bell. She loved the clock too. Sometimes when she was here scouting for a suitable source of blood she became distracted by the way the models on the clock came alive on the hour.

The cobbled area in front of the clock was empty save for her and Aleksandr. The city was so cold in winter that few tourists came. Those who did rarely ventured out at night to watch the clock.

“It’s a good place for scouting for blood.” She hoped for a response this time. “We often come here and then follow a selected tourist to see if they venture somewhere quiet we can deal with them.”

“It seems like a very inefficient way to hunt.” His eyes didn’t leave the clock. “Why not simply lure them away? Or wait for someone to pass a quiet street and kill them?”

“It is not our way. Taking the occasional tourist is less conspicuous than killing the people of Prague. That way we risk the humans learning of our existence. We do as the Nemov line wishes, to protect our species from discovery.” She paused to reflect on his questions. “Luring someone could be considered taking pleasure from the hunt.”

His broad shoulders shifted in a shrug. “Some could say that.”

Elise wanted to ask him if he lured his victims or took any pleasure from what he did when hunting, but the sight of him caught her off guard. The light from the astronomical clock bathed his skin, warming it and making his steely eyes darker. He had a regal profile that matched his classically handsome face. The strong line of his jaw led her gaze down to his throat and the slow steady pulse that ticked there. She dropped it lower, to his waist, hidden behind his long black coat. She had been shocked when he had revealed his bloodline’s mark, and not only because she had discovered that he was royalty. He had shown no reserve about flashing his body and there had been a pleased look in his eyes when he had caught her staring. Just as she was now. She forced her eyes back up to his face. His bowed lips tugged into a smile.

“I like your city.” He turned on the spot, scanning the cluster of buildings at this end of the square, and then stopped and faced her, his smile widening. “It has many beauties.”

Elise’s cheeks heated at the suggestion in his voice. She walked past him towards the square, ignoring his charm. He caught up with her, walking close beside her, and touched her elbow to make her walk in another direction. He had done that several times now, each one feeling like an intimate caress rather than a mere suggestion of an order.

She moved a step away from him and walked past the tower and into the heart of the expansive square, heading for the tall row of coloured buildings opposite. Cafés and restaurants lined the square, spilling out from the arched walkway beneath the buildings in front and to her right. Behind the buildings in front of her, one of Prague’s most impressive sights rose. The twin spiked towers of the church and warmly lit façade captivated tourists even more than the clock. There were a few gathered in the square, their camera flashes puncturing the darkness.

“This is another good place to scout for tourists in summer,” she said and Aleksandr looked towards them. “In winter it is too conspicuous, but in summer there are often a large number of people here. It is easy to blend amongst them.”

Elise led Aleksandr towards the line of restaurants. The tables set out beneath the large white square umbrellas and heat lamps were mostly unoccupied.

“Another good place to scout?” His gaze scanned the people.

“Sometimes we come here in winter late at night, when the bars are turning out.”

He moved closer to her again and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You are far more talkative when you are not dancing.”

Elise looked away from him, towards the other side of the square and the restaurants there. She was thankful when Aleksandr’s attention left her and returned to the square. She needed space to breathe for a moment. She wasn’t used to so much attention, especially not from men, and she was starting to feel suffocated.

She glanced at Aleksandr. His focus was on the people, studying them closely. He seemed like a different person, colder and calculating, as she had expected him to be from the tales that she had heard and read in their society’s papers.

“The vampire hunters don’t come here.” She looked around the square. “At least not often anyway. They know how we work. They know we won’t kill the humans openly, and that we will follow them away from here. Most hunters gather over the river to wait for us.”

Aleksandr’s gaze returned to her along with his focus. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into the side of her face. She kept her gaze away from his, not wanting to see how he was looking at her now. He touched her elbow again, his fingers lingering longer this time, almost a caress.

“Show me where the hunters are.” His voice was low still, a soothing sound that felt like a physical touch over her body.

She nodded and led the way, quickening her pace to gain a little distance from him. Alarm bells were ringing loudly in the back of her mind. Aleksandr was too attentive, too charming, and too close to her. All of it made her feel as though he wanted something and she knew what that something was.

It wasn’t going to happen.

To keep him distracted from her, she talked to him about the city. She gave him all the information he might need about how the police operated, her family’s methods of disposing of bodies, how they acted as a military academy to avoid rousing suspicion when they were in the city, and the small number of hunters that passed through each month, heading deeper into Europe from Asia or vice versa. With each piece of information, Aleksandr moved closer, until their hands brushed occasionally, sending shivers dancing up her arm. She tried to distance herself again but whenever she moved away, he moved closer. It felt too intimate.

She passed under the arch beneath the dark stone tower that stood at one end of the Charles Bridge and out the other side, stopping a short way onto it. The tall antique lamps that lined the wide pedestrian bridge glowed softly, lighting the stone statues standing on the walls of it in warm sepia hues. The brightly lit gothic cathedral on the hill across the wide black river, and the buildings that clustered around it, cast twinkling lights on the rippling water. It was beautiful, and she hoped it would keep Aleksandr’s attention off her.

Aleksandr moved away from her at last, going to lean on the wall and peer over the edge at the river. He looked along the bridge in the direction of the other gate tower. A couple were walking towards them.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, his eyes almost black in the low light, and then looked back at the couple. She hoped he wasn’t considering killing them. Her family still had enough blood in storage to last them a week and another murder in the city so close to the death of the hunter would rouse too much suspicion amongst the local police.

Aleksandr turned slowly as the couple passed, his eyes tracking them, and relief eased her tension away when they passed her and walked through the gate tower behind her.

He leaned back against the wall at an angle, propping himself up on his elbows. His long black coat fell back to reveal his body and the dagger sheathed at his hip. The black trousers and shirt did nothing to hide the toned planes of his physique. Elise tore her gaze away and looked left, up the dark river towards the fountain and the small park where they had first met. Since then, her entire world had been falling apart. Aleksandr had shaken it to its foundations and she was still spinning, unable to get her head straight.

Aleksandr came over to her, close again, near enough that his breath caressed her face. It felt as though he didn’t want to let her get her head straight, as though he wanted to confuse her and send her mind and heart in circles.

“The hunters favour the other side of the bridge, where the streets are narrow and quieter. It is easier for them to fight us unhindered there. It is also our favoured hunting ground.” Elise cast her gaze down when Aleksandr’s arm grazed hers.

When she eventually looked at him, he was staring at the cathedral but his focus wasn’t there. It was on her. He leaned down, bringing his mouth so close to her ear that his lips brushed it as he spoke.

“Can we see there?” he whispered and she stared wide-eyed at the cathedral across the broad glittering black river. “I would like to take you there.”

Elise sidestepped and cleared her throat, flustered by the connotation in his words. “It’s best we don’t. There have been many hunters entering the city recently.”

His dark eyebrows rose. “I can handle them.”

The smile he gave her was stunning. She looked away and fought for composure. Anger coiled in her stomach, turning her blood to flame. She had been right. He didn’t want a tour guide, just as he hadn’t merely wanted a dance partner last night. That was why he had looked so disappointed.

“Come, Elise, show me the other side and the narrow dark streets.” He held his hand out to her.

Her eyes jumped to the gate tower at the other end of the bridge near the area he spoke of and then to his, and she tried to look away again but failed. The look in them left her in no doubt of his intentions. He moved closer, his broad frame imposing, and dipped down, lowering his mouth to her ear.

“You will take me there.”

Elise stared at his ear, the tufts of his dark hair behind it, and the tall, sloped flat-topped dark grey roof of the tower beyond. She couldn’t breathe. His proximity, his persistence, his attention, it all smothered her. She couldn’t take it. She didn’t want it.

“You are a poor dancer, but a skilled fighter,” he murmured against her cheek, his breath teasing her skin and her throat. Another shiver cascaded through her, tumbling down her spine and urging her to close her eyes. She refused. He pressed his body against hers, his hands claiming her upper arms. “Your strength, your skill in the fight last night, it was astounding and graceful, almost as enthralling as your beauty.”

Elise broke free of him and backed away. “Leave me alone.”

Aleksandr laughed softly. “No, I cannot do that. Not yet.”

She glared at him, seeing in his eyes that he intended to pursue her. She wanted to tell him again to leave her alone but couldn’t find her voice or the conviction to refuse his advances.

Elise shook her head and ran away instead, storming through the arch back into the city, intent on returning to the mansion and finding solitude there, away from the madness of Aleksandr.

She didn’t understand why he wanted her.

Or why the thought of becoming nothing more than a conquest to him hurt her.

Elise stared wide-eyed at the pavement. Dismay swept through her.

No.

Her heart said it was true.

She wanted him too.

 

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Heart of Darkness

Felicity Heaton

A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister…

Aleksandr Nemov won’t stop until the last of the vampire hunter’s progeny is wiped from the Earth. Each kill has stolen a piece of his humanity, pushing him towards the black abyss all vampires hold within their hearts. Now he is teetering on the edge, close to devolving into a beast, and time is running out as he tracks the last hunter to Prague. There he finds a beautiful woman who could be his one chance for salvation, but is it already too late for him?

A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves…

Elise is dedicated to her duty. It’s the only thing she has left. All that changes when she meets Aleksandr in Prague and her master grants him permission to stay at her bloodline’s mansion. She knows all about Aleksandr but none of it prepares her for how she feels when the legendary prince’s hunt becomes one for her heart. Elise battles him with all of her strength but can she stop herself from falling for the handsome hunter? When he reveals the depth of the corruption in his soul, will she have the strength to face the pain in her past and do whatever it takes to save him?

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Lauren Dane

Caris Roane

Eliza Gayle

Lissa Matthews

McKenna Jeffries

Shiloh Walker

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HelenKay Dimon

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Shelli Stevens

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Felicity Heaton

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Author Spotlight – Linda Acaster – The British Have Always Embraced The Paranormal

I have a new guest author this week – the wonderful Linda Acaster! She’s here to talk about the first book in her series and share an excerpt! I’ll hand things over to her now…

 

The British have always embraced the paranormal

 

The creepy ‘Oh, Whistle, And I’ll Come To You, My Lad’ was delivered unto the world in 1904 by MR James, and Charles Dickens is renowned for his ‘The Signal-Man’ (1866) which sprang from a true event five years earlier. Every tourist town in the country offers a book detailing supernatural happenings in the locality, and who wouldn’t travel toScotlandwithout attempting to view ‘Nessie’, The Loch Ness Monster?

In my Torc of Moonlight trilogy I focus on paranormal protectors of a different kind, the mere-maids, the goddesses of the water which came to literary prominence in the Arthurian legends: the celebrated Lady of the Lake whose arm broke the surface of the pool to reach for the tossed sword Excalibur and accept it as a devotional gift to powers beyond mortal knowledge.

Despite being wrapped in mediaeval armour and chivalrous exploits, the act embodied in the story dates back well before recorded time. British museums are stuffed with recovered artefacts, many military due to their high cost of production, which had been ceremonially deposited in water courses. Each spring, well and often stream, would have a protective female deity, and often a female priestess who interceded between the realms of mortals and enchantment.

And these are no fancy tales from days of yore. When Regency ladies and their beaus visited Bath or Harrogate to take the waters they would pass over a silver coin and in return take a cup from an old woman who resided by the spring. Derbyshire is renowned for its well-dressing festivals which, despite their Christian overtones, harks to a pagan past.Yorkshire, the county of my birth and the setting of my trilogy, has more springs named Lady Well than anywhere in the country, and many of them hold silver coins left by devotees. Don’t you cast coins into a ‘wishing well’ to invoke good luck? Who are you expecting to answer?

In Torc of Moonlight Nick becomes obsessed with Alice, a history student determined to find the shrine to a forgotten Celtic water deity. Together they decipher the cluesAlice unearths, but as Nick luxuriates in their nights of sensual pleasure he’s in denial of other, darker visions that impinge on his days. To tellAlice will make her flee him. To stay silent could kill her.

 

Book 1: Torc of Moonlight, multi 5* ebk/pbk is available now; Book 2: The Bull At The Gate coming late fall.

Torc of Moonlight

Linda Ancaster

‘Stay away from me. Don’t you understand? People close to me die.’

Nick believes Alice is overreacting. She’s been unlucky in her life, that’s all. Coincidences – they happen all the time.

It had been coincidence that they’d locked gazes during the lecture, a trick of the light that had lifted her auburn hair. But is it coincidence that someone, something, is distancing him from his friends as the need to possess Alice builds?

Drawn into her obsession with finding a shrine to a Celtic water goddess, and drowning in sensual pleasure, Nick is in denial… until he sees a jewelled sword fade in his hand and knows that he, or the thing that shadows him, has held it, and bloodied it, long ago.

To tell Alice will make her flee. To stay silent could kill her.

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Excerpt

 

 For a moment he thought he lay in his own bed in his own room, but the light was too dim, and there was a tinkling that sounded like water falling on rock. The scents of forest flowers assailed him from the pillow and he spread his limbs, luxuriating in the warmth that wasAlice’s bed. The only imperfection was thatAlicewas not sharing it with him.

Raising himself on one elbow, Nick pushed back the duvet. Wrapped in a white kimono, she was sitting at her workstation, the light from the laptop screen sheening her a ghostly silver-grey.

His gaze caressed the rippling fall of her auburn hair, the gentle curve of her shoulders, a pale leg extending into the shadow beneath the table. He wanted to capture her in that pose as a photograph, to look at her hour after hour and not sense the passing of time. Yet he wanted her with him, now, clasped in his arms, the heat of his passion burning a path through her soul.

He whispered her name, murmuring it again and again, gifting it to the air as a never-ending chant… Alice ’n’ Alice ’n’ Alice ’n’ Alice …

Her hand faltered. Her head inclined, and she swivelled her chair to smile at him as he reached out a hand towards her. Alissss…

‘And good morning to you.’

Her brisk salutation broke the charged atmosphere, the forest scents retreating as if from a perfumed candle snuffed too soon. He blinked, rubbing at his face surprised to feel a growth of sharp stubble.

‘Alice, what are you doing over there?’ He threw himself back into the pillows, extending his arms above his head to touch the two walls crowding in on the narrow sleeping space. ‘What are you doing over there when I am aching for your touch? I am bereft. I am distraught.’

He heard her chuckle at his theatrics. ‘If I remember rightly, I was kicked out of bed.’

He sat up, his expression full of mock horror – ‘An aberration’ – and watched amusement dance in her eyes.

‘Some sort of dream. Well, more nightmare, I think. It was deep, whatever it was. You wouldn’t rouse.’

He frowned at her as she turned back to her laptop. He didn’t recall any dream, much less a nightmare. But that was the trouble, wasn’t it? Memories were becoming fragmented. Like that jewelled sword he’d seen clasped in his hand. Sometimes memories didn’t seem like his at all.

 

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Author Bio

Linda Acaster is the author of four novels and over seventy short stories in a variety of genres. Her Reading A Writer’s Mind has been acclaimed as a great teaching aid for writers of short fiction, and her Native American historical Beneath The Shining Mountains continues to be her bestseller. The ongoing Torc of Moonlight trilogy demanded to be written while she was producing illustrated historical walks for a regional newspaper. Catch the novel, and connect with her at:

 

 

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Hot Summer Heroes Giveaway Hop – Win a signed paranormal romance paperback of your choice!

 

It’s time for the Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop hosted by Caris Roane and H D Thomson. The hop runs from August 15th until 18th, and my giveaway is international.

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