Since we’re talking about a sexy book hop, I thought I would share an excerpt from one of the books in the series that I’m offering as prizes. This one isn’t included in the prizes.
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.
Andreuâ€™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 otherâ€”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 resistâ€”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?
Available from Amazon Kindle, Apple iBooks, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, and more. Find all the links at: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Enslave
The beast prowled past her, flicking a glance in her direction, and she ducked behind a wall at the bottom of the stairs, pressing herself flat against it and holding her breath.
â€œI know youâ€™re here,â€ he snarled, voice thick and dark, laced with venom. Her heart did a fluttering flip in her chest and her legs trembled in a bad way. â€œWhen I find you, I will kill you… slowly.â€
The grim note of amusement in his final word said he would come good on that threat and he would enjoy it too. Varya swallowed. She had no desire to become this manâ€™s ragdoll. He didnâ€™t need to threaten her aloud for her to know that her demise at his hands would indeed be bloody, painful, and nothing short of Hell.
It would make Hell look like Heaven.
He growled and stalked closer.
A door opened and closed.
Her senses popped and the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, sending a shiver dancing down her spine.
â€œFound anything?â€ That deep masculine voice was pure honey, accented in a way that was ambrosia to her ears and had her melting against the wall.
Gods. He sounded more delicious than she could ever have prepared herself for. She closed her eyes and willed him to speak again.
â€œNothing,â€ the beast growled and huffed, snorting like a wild dragon. â€œI will find it, and rip it limb from limb.â€
â€œAntoine wants it alive, whatever it is. Weâ€™re not allowed to kill it, Snow.â€
It? That stung. He had set eyes on her, had clearly felt the same intense jolt that had rocked her, yet he was calling her an â€˜itâ€™.
She had half a mind to step out from her hiding place and confront him, but her self-preservation instincts ran too deeply for her to ignore them and do anything so foolish. She pressed the back of her head against the wall.
â€œIt is in here somewhere.â€ The one called Snow moved again and she tracked him with her senses, fearing he would find her. Snow. A strange name for one so impure and evil.
â€œI have this. Check in with Payne and Javier. Tell them we know where it is. Payne said he knew a way of flushing it out.â€
Oh, Hell, he wouldnâ€™t. If Payne was the bastard she thought he was, she wasnâ€™t going to wait for him to show up. Snow grunted and the door opened and closed again.
â€œI know youâ€™re in here, so you might as well just show yourself, whatever you are. You understand, Chica?â€ Her vampireâ€™s sexy voice rumbled through her, making her shivery and hazy, and his words took a few seconds to register.
She did understand. He wanted her out in the open and visible to him so he could go ahead and take her into custody for the one he had called Antoine.
She wouldnâ€™t let him take her in, refused to let anyone capture and enslave her, but she did want to see him again, and with Snow gone to fetch the bastard and the one she suspected was this manâ€™s brother, she only had a limited window in which to do that, get her taste, and get out.
Varya stepped out from behind the wall.
The vampire stood in the middle of the double-height black-walled room, his deep blue eyes scanning the area around him. He was searching for her still. She let her glamour slip just enough that she would grow stronger on his acute senses but not enough that he would see her.
His gaze shot straight to her.
He had found a way to pinpoint her. Is that what he had been doing when he had stared at her for those long minutes after she had made herself invisible in the private box? Putting her to memory and training his senses to make them accustomed to her so she couldnâ€™t hide from him.
Devious son of a bitch.
His aura darkened even as his eyes brightened, his pupils enlarging to show a trace of desire.
â€œReveal yourself.â€ Those words rolled off his tongue in a sultry bass voice created by the gods for setting womenâ€™s hearts aflame.
His aura showed no sign of the conceit that the male performer backstage had worn. This vampire was far more handsome, worthy of a little male pride in his aura, but it remained black and unreadable.
Varya lifted her glamour and shimmered into being just two metres in front of him. Out of armâ€™s reach. If he tried to lunge for her, she would disappear in a flash. She wasnâ€™t sure where in the theatre she would end up, but any place was better than locked in the grasp of a man who wanted to hand her over to his master.
His pupils widened, edging further into the deep sea blue of his irises, and his nostrils flared.
â€œWhat are you?â€ he said and exhaled a soft curse when their eyes met.
That same blood-heating jolt she had felt on first locking gazes with him rocked her again and she had to take a step backwards to steady herself. Her hunger came upon her so swiftly that it almost knocked her flat on her backside and it must have shown in her eyes because the vampire changed. His irises burned as red as the flames of Hell and his pupils narrowed and stretched, becoming cat-like.
He snarled, sensual lips peeling back off enormous fangs.
A flicker of red punctured the black of his aura.
Varya stood her ground, legs trembling and belly heating with desire in the face of the explosive combination of his anger and arousal. She didnâ€™t understand why she couldnâ€™t read his aura or what it meant, and she didnâ€™t care.
She wanted a taste.
Before he could launch an attack on her, she teleported herself right into the danger zone, not settling for even a few inches between them. Her body pressed into the delicious hard contours of his and she looped her arms around his neck, buried her fingers into his thick brown hair and dragged his mouth down to hers.
A white-hot bolt struck her right down to her soul and she gasped.
He echoed it and grabbed her waist hard, pulling her roughly against him as his mouth claimed hers.
Varyaâ€™s head spun. She had died and gone to Heaven, a place beyond the reach of all fae. This man was her Heaven.
His mouth mastered hers, forcing her into submission, tongue plundering and leaving her breathless, until she felt as though he was the one feeding on the energy that crackled between them, not her. Her hands slipped to his strong shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his soft black clothing, and she frowned, the taste of him so divine that she didnâ€™t want to give him up. There was no reason this man should be forbidden. Gods. Every one of her clan should be searching for their own shadowed male.
She could live forever on the taste of him.
He turned and shot across the room with her, slamming her violently against the wall, his body delicious steel against hers as he pinned her. Varya leapt up and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her feet together and dragging him closer to her, until not a single molecule of air existed between their bodies. He snarled into her mouth and ran his hands up her calves, past her over-knee stockings, and teasingly light along the underside of her thighs. His palms grazed her buttocks beneath her skirt, sending a hot shiver bolting over her skin, and then he clutched her backside, squeezing it as he kissed her. The feel of his strong hands palming her bottom, fingertips pressing in so hard she was sure he would bruise her, increased the inferno raging out of control inside her. She let slip a moan of pure pleasure, unable to hold it in. This man had been made for her. The way he dominated her, his passion and roughness, not to mention how damned hot he looked, everything about him called to her, excited her, and she was powerless to resist.
Varya melted into him and turned up the heat at the same time, matching his ferocity stroke for stroke as her tongue duelled with his and she raked her nails over his scalp. He snarled into her mouth, a hungry feral sound that sent another shiver of pleasure skating over her skin, and rocked his hips into hers. Oh my. Her heart fluttered and heat pooled in her panties. The feel of the hard hot length pressing divinely against the apex of her thighs had her writhing in his arms, mimicking his rocking and meeting him grind for thrust. He groaned and tightened his grip on her, holding her hips immobile, and pressed his hard cock against her. His breathing came out in rough ragged gasps between kisses. Not just his breathing. She panted too, breathless, but she couldnâ€™t stop. Did he feel as desperate as she did, as though this kiss was as vital as air? No. More vital. She felt as though she would die if he stopped. It was intoxicating, drugging, addicting, and incredible. Lost in the fathomless depths of the passion that blazed between them, pleasure so consuming that she swore she had never experienced anything like it before, Varya couldnâ€™t stop herself from stealing some of his intense energy through their kiss.
He turned with a snarl and shoved her off him so viciously that she flew across the expansive room, smacked into the wall near the staircase and crashed to her backside on the floor.
Shock rushed through her, cold, fierce and startling.
What the hell? No man could withstand her kiss. He should be putty in her hands, hands that wanted to touch every delicious inch of him, not standing there pinning her with a thunderous look that warned if she came near him again he would forget what his master had ordered and would kill her instead.
Varya stared at him in silence, her chest heaving in time with his, struggling to catch her breath and make sense of what had just happened. The vampireâ€™s red eyes and black aura gave nothing away, concealing whatever he was feeling as he glared at her, his hands fisted at his sides.
Were they fisted because he wanted to strike her?
Or because he was resisting touching her again?
â€œAndreu.â€ The door burst open and the blond bastard entered, jogging to a halt beside her vampire. He turned cold slate-grey eyes on her.
Varya hissed at him and disappeared.
Wind buffeted her as she set down on the rooftop of a building across from the theatre, breathing hard and still reeling. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her bare skin to keep the sudden chill off it. The warmly lit sandstone building of the theatre shone like a beacon in the darkness, the six columns of the facade supporting a triangular carved frieze that lent it a very elegant air. Varya focused beyond the walls even though she knew her senses wouldnâ€™t be able to locate her vampire.
There was no way he should have been able to resist her like that.
There was something different about this vampire.
She wanted to know what it was.
She wanted to know why he was forbidden.
Enslave is available from Amazon Kindle, Apple iBooks, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, and more. Find all the links at: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Enslave
Now, on to the giveaway! Here’s what you can win:
- 1 x Signed paperback copy of Covet & Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre series #1-#2) by Felicity Heaton, plus book goodies including signed cover postcards, bookmarks, romance trading cards.
- 1 x Signed paperback copy of Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre series #3) by Felicity Heaton, plus book goodies including signed cover postcards, bookmarks, romance trading cards.
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