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SEDUCE (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3) completed in first draft and series news

Posted on 17th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

Although I probably should have rested my shoulder yesterday, as it has been very bad for the past week or so and was hurting when I was writing, I ignored it and battled through the pain with the help of some meds. I know that probably isn’t a wise thing, but I really needed to write and nothing can stop me when the mood strikes, especially when it strikes as hard as it did yesterday.

My word count and progress on Seduce rose nicely yesterday, bringing me 9000 words closer to the end and up to around 40,000 words. Seduce is turning out a little longer than the first two books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, but I think that’s because Antoine has a lot in his past that he needs to get off his chest and then there’s the whole thing with Snow, his older brother. Now that’s a relationship you don’t want to come between, although I’m beginning to suspect there are a large number of readers willing to play host to Snow’s darkest desires. He’s gaining himself quite a fan club. Or should that be fang club?

This morning I woke up and my shoulder was mercifully feeling much better. It’s still dodgy, but it no longer hurts when I’m writing. My back is also acting up less. I bought a new office chair when I became a full time writer but I think I need something better for my posture. I have sucky posture. My own fault for living in front of a computer screen.

Back to Seduce.

I brought the book to a satisfying conclusion this afternoon, finishing with it standing at 45,000 words. It will probably grow a little when I edit it, or maybe it will shrink. There are a few things to iron out as the story shifted directions a few times when I was writing it but I’m sure a read through pre-edit will highlight anything that needs tweaking.

Now that Seduce is done, I will be moving on to planning the next three stories in the series, and also the next novel in the Her Angel series. Yes, my astute lovelies, you did read that right. I won’t be ending the Vampire Erotic Theatre series on book 4. I am having far too much fun in this world and two candidates have stepped forwards, making their first appearance in Seduce, as the heroes of the extra books.

What does this mean and when the heck do I get my Snow fix? I hear you crying it.

It makes sense for the books to be added in at position 4 and 5, so Snow’s book will be moved to book 6. He deserves the finale and I have more I want to do with him before we get to see his story unfold. I think it works better for the series if his book doesn’t follow hot on the heels of Antoine’s. It makes life far too easy for the brother’s, and we all know I’m all about giving my heroes a hard time.

The first hero has already been mentioned in Covet, but not by name. He’s Javier’s brother, Andreu. The second is another elite vampire with a bit of a secret, and his name is Payne.

Andreu will now be the hero in Enslave, as that book title suits his story far more than it suits Snow’s.
Payne’s book will be entitled Bewitch.
Snow’s book is tentatively entitled Unleash.

So, the running order of the series is now as follows:
#1 – Covet (Javier and Lilah) – out now.
#2 – Crave (Callum and Kristina) – 10th March
#3 – Seduce (Antoine and Sera) – 23rd June
#4 – Enslave (Andreu and ?) – 4th August
#5 – Bewitch (Payne and ?) – 2013
#6 – Unleash (Snow and ?) – 2013

I’d love to get them out quicker but I need to tour with them and give myself time to promote them, and I also need to release Masquerade in my Vampires Realm series and Her Demonic Angel in my Her Angel series.

In other news, I’m considering writing a werewolf equivalent to Vampire Erotic Theatre next year. Interested?

I feel I should duck and cover to avoid the angry swings of the women of the Snow fan club. I promise, you’ll get a dose of him in each book!

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Teaseday – A sexy introduction to the second book in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series

Posted on 17th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

Since I’m deep in Vampire Erotic Theatre series territory at the moment, what with writing Seduce, the third book, and the fact that Covet, the first book has just hit virtual bookshelves, I thought I would tease you all this Tuesday with a sexy, hot snippet from Crave.

Crave is the second book in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series and features the elite vampire Callum, and a female werewolf Kristina, as the hero and heroine. We’ve stepped away from the London theatre for a business trip to Paris that will turn into one seriously forbidden pleasure ride.

CRAVE – TEASER

Three weeks had passed since Callum had left London and headed to Paris to scout for performers for a new show at the theatre he ran with three other vampires, and it had been one week since he had last emailed Antoine, the aristocrat pureblood in charge of overseeing the performances at Vampirerotique.

He should have contacted him again by now. It wasnâ€™t as though Callum hadnâ€™t thought about it. He had booted up his laptop and started to type out the email every morning before retiring for the day. Yesterday, he had even reached the point of typing in his name at the end of the email before deleting the entire thing.

Callum leaned his back against the brass rail that edged the curved dark mahogany bar top, his green gaze scanning the occupants of the crowded room, picking out viable prey, potential performers, and identifying the species of each person his eyes fell on. Part of him was still working and it was that part that kept whispering that Antoine wouldnâ€™t be angry with him for disappearing. If he just dropped a brief email or even a text message stating that he was still looking for performers but hadnâ€™t spotted anyone worthy of joining the Vampirerotique family in the past week then Antoine would probably forgive him for disobeying his command to contact him daily.

It would be a lie though.

He had seen several vampires, both male and female, at the nightclubs he had been moving between for the past three weeks. All of them would work well in the theatre and draw the crowds. They were exhibitionists who had been more than comfortable performing private acts in front of the gathered dancers. There had been males who had groped and grinded with their human female prey, and female vampires who had engaged in acts just a whisper away from screwing in the open booths where anyone could see them. All of them had been worthy of him approaching them and giving them the hard sell. Not many of their type refused to audition when they gained an all expenses paid trip to London and the chance to try out for a place in a famous theatre.

There was one female who had stood out amongst the usual crowd last week. She was perfect for the new show that Antoine had in mind, could easily be the star performer, but Callum couldnâ€™t bring himself to approach her and whenever he thought about mentioning her to Antoine, a knot formed deep in his gut.

Callum had ignored the feeling and just satisfied himself with watching her in the club. He had first seen her with another female, one that he had approached during a lull towards the end of the evening. She had eagerly accepted his offer of an audition, even though she knew the sort of place his theatre was and that it didnâ€™t normally look for performers from her species.

Werewolf.

When Antoine had first told him that he would be departing for Paris in search of new talent, and that it wouldnâ€™t just be the usual scouting mission this time but would include seeking werewolves for a special performance, Callum had almost choked on his glass of blood.

Vampirerotique had never hired werewolves before. In fact, he was certain that in the hundred years they had been running the theatre, there had never been a werewolf on stage. Their kind rarely interacted with each other, unless you counted the occasional war. Werewolves didnâ€™t like vampires. The feeling was more than mutual.

Callum had sent three werewolves to audition so far, all female as requested.

This female would be perfect for the show too. She would steal it and make it hers, just as she stole the attention of the entire club as she moved through it with sensual grace that had the eyes of every male and some females on her, and made Callum think about some therianthropes he had met in the past. She had the moves of a feline shifter rather than a werewolf.

Callum could easily imagine her moving on the stage, how she would sidle over to the large vampire males and bring them to their knees with only a seductive sway of her hips and flash of a sultry smile.

Hell, she had Callum on his knees. He had been following her for a week now, shunning his duty in favour of tracking her down each night and watching her from a distance. His new private pleasure. The club she had chosen tonight catered to a mixed crowd, although the humans didnâ€™t know that. One of the male bartenders was a shifter, one was human, and one was a vampire. That surprised Callum. He had never thought he would live to see a vampire working alongside a shifter, but the two young males seemed to get along. He couldnâ€™t sense any bad feelings between them so it wasnâ€™t an act put on for the sake of the patrons and the human bartender.

Callumâ€™s gaze tracked the female through the club, studying how she slid between the dancers, occasionally stopping to work her body against a male. She smiled wickedly at a young human man as he caught her wrist and pulled her against him, twisting her so her back pressed against his front. She wriggled her hips and raised her hands above her head as she slid down the length of her partner and then back up again, almost as tall as he was in her heeled black boots. Her tight dark jeans emphasised lean long legs that Callum had rather disturbingly dreamed about since first seeing her, imagining their slender strong lengths wrapped around his backside as he fucked her. He had dreamed about pushing the loose flowing material of her empire-line top up to reveal the toned plane of her stomach and then kissing it, feeling her body shift beneath him, before continuing and peeling the high waist tucked under her breasts over their full firm globes. He had dipped his head and captured each sweet dusky bud in turn, swirling his tongue around and sucking them until she moaned low in appreciation.

The brunette female werewolf moved on, thanking her temporary partner with a brief brush of her rosy lips across his cheek and a saucy stroke of her palm over his crotch that had Callum ready to speed onto the dance floor and rip the human to shreds.

She was his.

He drew a long slow breath to calm himself, focusing on it and not her, waiting for the need to pass. If he looked at her now, he would be on the dance floor before he realised what he was doing and would be tugging her into his arms, using all of his strength to make it clear to her that she belonged to him now.

Callum shook his head to rid it of the desire to dance with her and feel her body pressing into his, hot and supple under his questing hands. He wouldnâ€™t let her go as easily as the male human had.

He watched her move through the dancers again, twirling and smiling, her wavy soft brown hair dancing with her, tumbling over her shoulders and breasts. Each time she lifted her bare arms in the air, the hem of her top rose, revealing a tantalising flash of her stomach or back. Her jeans rode low on her hips, barely covering her backside and crotch.

She was a vixen, a real predator as she glanced over every man, even those with partners, looking for tonightâ€™s fun. He had seen her leave with a new man every night. A strange urge to follow her and see what she did with them had built inside him until he had no longer been able to resist the need to know. It wasnâ€™t what he had thought it would be and an even stranger feeling had swept through him on realising that she was luring males away to feed on them. Like his kind, werewolves enjoyed the taste of blood and needed it to survive, although they could supplement their need with nourishment from food.

Unlike his kind, werewolves couldnâ€™t turn a human. Her bite wouldnâ€™t change the human into a werewolf. Once she had finished with the man, she had wiped his memory and left him in the alley.

Callum had almost followed her home but had forced himself to return to his hotel instead. The sight of her feeding had given him some seriously erotic dreams and he had woken tonight with a raging erection that hadnâ€™t gone down until he had tended to it.

It was coming back as he watched her, his thoughts diving down routes they shouldnâ€™t be taking. A vampire had no place desiring a werewolf.

Desiring?

Hell, this hunger went beyond desire and ran deeper in his veins than lust.

He craved her.

Callum turned and flagged down the vampire bartender. The blond man smiled knowingly, nodded, and took down a martini glass. He filled it to the brim with dark liquid that was black in the flashing purple and blue lights of the club and stuck a cherry on a stick in it. Callum held out a twenty euro note at the same time as the vampire placed the glass down on an elegant white napkin and slid it across the bar to him.

â€œIâ€™ll take one of those,â€ a female voice said right beside him, â€œand tall, dark and sexy here is paying.â€

He was?

Callum frowned and turned to say that he damn well wasnâ€™t paying for her drink and froze as his eyes fell on the female werewolf. He felt the vampire bartenderâ€™s gaze on him, sensed him waiting to see what Callumâ€™s reply would be. Callum glanced at him and nodded. The vampire made up another glass of blood, stuck a cherry in it, and slid it over to her before moving away.

The werewolf raised her glass in a salute to Callum, sipped the blood, and set it back down on the napkin. Her bloodstained lips curved into a wicked sultry smile.

Callum was smitten.

She leaned closer, her bare left elbow resting on the bar, and ran her fingertips down his dark purple silk tie. Her smile widened when she curled her fingers around it, drew it away from his black tailored shirt, and tugged him towards her.

â€œYouâ€™ve been watching me like Iâ€™m a bitch in heat and youâ€™re an alpha. What gives?â€ She wasnâ€™t French as he had expected. Her accent was as British as his own.

Callum calmly removed her hand from his tie, straightened it out and smoothed it down. â€œIâ€™m just here on business, and Iâ€™m definitely not an alpha. Iâ€™m a vampire.â€

She smiled and tilted her head to one side, causing the long waves of her brown hair to shift across her breasts and cover the tempting display of cleavage the tight section of her black sleeveless top created.

â€œA vampire with a definite hard-on for a species most of his kind would see as disgusting and forbidden,â€ she said over the rapid beat of the music, lifted the cocktail stick and cherry from her drink, and popped it into her mouth.

Callumâ€™s gaze narrowed on her mouth, transfixed by the sight of her sucking the cherry. She parted her lips and withdrew the glossy red fruit, dipped it back into her blood and swirled it around before raising it back to her mouth and teasing him by licking the crimson liquid off it again. His chest tightened and he struggled to breathe as the tip of her tongue flicked over the cherry, swirling around it. She slowly slid the fruit into her mouth, lips puckering as she sucked, her eyes closing in what looked like pleasure to him. The sight of her ratcheted his hunger up another notch, flooding him with a deep throbbing ache to feel her tongue brushing his in the way it had the cherry, to have her mouth on his flesh and to run his lips over every inch of her bare skin and drive her wild until she was sobbing his name and begging for more.

â€œI donâ€™t have a hard-on for your species… just you.â€ Callum moved faster than she could evade, catching the wrist of the hand she held the cocktail stick in, pulling it away from her lips and claiming them for his own.

She responded instantly, her tongue thrusting past his lips and teeth to slide along his. He slanted his head, slipped his other arm around her slim waist and dragged the full length of her body against his as he seized control of the kiss. She melted against him, as supple and hot as he had dreamed she would be, her breasts pressing into his hard chest, the heat of her driving him to the edge. He tangled his tongue with hers, swallowing her breathy gasps as he dominated her, crushing each attempt she made to reclaim control. Her fight only made him burn hotter for her, made him use his strength on her and tighten his grip on her wrist and side. Her gasps became low rumbling moans. The firmer he was with her, the more of his strength he used, the lower they became and the more she struggled, as though she wanted to feel how much more powerful he was than her.

She liked it.

The female werewolf snapped out of his grasp and slapped him so hard across his cheek that he couldnâ€™t fail to realise where he had gone wrong. His fangs cut into his lower lip. He hadnâ€™t noticed them extending. Before he could explain to her that it was just the heat of the moment that had brought them out and that he hadnâ€™t intended to bite her, she was striding away from him, heading back towards the busy dance floor.

Callum growled, swiftly drank his martini glass of blood to take the edge off his hunger and followed her, intent on explaining and tasting her again.

Was that a tease, or was that a tease?

You’ll have to wait until March 10th to get your real taste of Crave, but the first book in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series is out right now.

Covet is available from Amazon Kindle stores, Apple iBookstores, Kobo Books, Smashwords and All Romance eBooks. It will hopefully be available at BN Nook soon.

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Covet – my new erotic vampire romance book is out today!

Posted on 14th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

It’s finally come! The official release of Covet, the first book in my sexy new series, Vampire Erotic Theatre, is today.

It has been a manic day so far, but that’s nothing unusual. Release days are always hectic. The great news about this one is that the book has finally been approved by Smashwords and it’s already available on Apple iBookstores and Kobo Books. It’s also available from all Amazon Kindle Stores, Smashwords and All Romance eBooks.

If you’re a BN Nook or Sony Reader owner, the book should hopefully be at the stores soon. I’ll blog again when it becomes available.

So, here’s the blurb and an excerpt for you all to sink your teeth into…

Covet

Felicity Heaton
Theyâ€™ve burned for each other for two years, the forbidden attraction between them growing each night. Now resisting the sinful desires of their hearts is becoming impossible.

Javier knows better than to succumb to his hunger for Lilah. The mortal female belongs to a powerful aristocrat patron of Vampirerotique, the theatre he runs with three other vampires. A single touch is all it would take to break the sacred law of his kind, sentencing himself to death, but his passion for her has become too fierce to ignore and he will risk everything to make Lilah his.

Lilah has fought her desire for Javier since arriving at his theatre as a servant but each glance he has stolen, his eyes promising pleasure that will satisfy her longing for him, has chipped away at her defences and she can no longer deny her need and her forbidden feelings for the powerful vampire male.

When they find themselves alone in a private box during one of the erotic performances, will they surrender to their passion and live out their wildest fantasies in a night of wicked pleasure or will the threat of Lilahâ€™s master keep them apart forever?

ebook price: $2.99
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 30000 words / Novella
Book 1 in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series

EXCERPT

There was one rule his kind honoured above all others: an owned human must never be touched by a vampire other than their master.

Every vampire knew that to lay a hand on a bonded human out of desire or feed from their vein caused them immeasurable pain and suffering, and that their master would know of it and would come to act out the penalty.

Death to the vampire who had broken the sacred law.

Death was not something that Javier was looking for but knowledge that it awaited him should he break the law hadnâ€™t stopped the fierce heat of desire from gripping him the moment she had arrived at the London theatre two years ago, sent to work by her master. Javier had been telling himself to forget her ever since. In the time that she had been in the service of the theatre, he had been unable to escape the torment of her presence. The simplest task had become agonizing for him. Giving her orders for the night with the other staff was torture he couldnâ€™t endure. Two years and his need for her had only grown worse. His desire had gone from a liquid fire that threatened to make him step out of line if he were in her presence for more than a minute to a crushing need to kiss her whenever he heard the soft melody of her voice in the distance.

It was unbearable.

But bear it he would.

There was no alternative. Her owner was one of the richest of Vampirerotiqueâ€™s patrons and his business partners would stake him if he lost the manâ€™s much needed money. That was, if the man didnâ€™t kill him first. Lord Ashville was an aristocrat, a pureblood vampire, and almost three times Javierâ€™s age and strength. As only an elite, Javier couldnâ€™t contend with him. His death would be swift and brutal, and by law he wasnâ€™t even allowed to defend himself. If he dared to touch her, to act out his dark urges and needs with the human female, he would have to quietly accept the consequences.

It was madness to desire a human owned by such a man. He would easily sense the violation of the bond. It was madness.

Javier swirled the blood in his crystal whisky glass, staring at it but not seeing it. His head was full of her, his heart rebelling against his better sense that said it was impossible and to give up on his futile desire for her. She would never be his.

The soft lighting in the back of the black limousine turned the blood dark and uninviting. He drank it anyway, forcing it down, and poured himself another glass from the decanter in the small refrigerator built into the back of the driverâ€™s seat. He had been drinking more and more often recently in the hope that it would stave off his growing hunger for her.

Lilah.

The car engine purred as they slowed and dread settled in his stomach. This was the moment he always feared whenever he was called away from the theatre. Lilah had been on his mind the whole time during his journey, and the whole month that he had been resident at his remote family home in northern Spain. He could still see her clearly in his mind, could vividly remember how she had looked at him with her beautiful golden brown eyes when he had announced to the staff that he would be leaving them in the capable hands of Callum, and how her heart had set off at a pace, colouring her cheeks when his control had slipped and he had looked directly at her. She was so beautiful, so alluring even in the plain long black dress of her uniform. She had haunted him this past month, had been waiting for him to close his eyes each morning and drift off to sleep before stepping into his dreams and ensuring his desire for her burned fiercer than ever each night he awoke.

A month.

The car pulled to a halt on the road outside the elegant columned Grecian faÃ§ade of the theatre. Warm floodlights lit the sandstone from below. On a normal night of business, it would have looked inviting to him, his home away from home, the place that housed something so precious to him. Tonight, it looked cold and dark, ominous and frightening.

An icy chill settled in his chest.

What if this time his fears became real and he had returned to find that she was gone?

A month was long enough for Lord Ashville to have decided he needed more servants in his mansion and sent for her. Callum had emailed Javier regular reports on the staff and the theatre while he had been away attending his sisterâ€™s wedding. His old friend hadnâ€™t mentioned Lilah at all but that didnâ€™t mean she was still here. Javier had wanted to ask about her so many times, had typed the words in his emails to Callum only to delete them when sense had overcome the desires of his heart. Callum might understand his plight but if word reached Antoine or Snow, the aristocrat brothers who ran Vampirerotique with them, there would be hell to pay.

The car door opened and Javier swiftly necked the glass of blood. He set the glass down and stepped out of the limousine, his polished black leather shoes reflecting the lights of the theatre. He straightened his deep silver-grey tie and fastened the button on his black suit jacket, preparing himself mentally at the same time. The driver nodded and closed the door, and then opened the boot of the vehicle and removed his luggage. Javier took the dark grey suit bags from him, hanging them off his fingers by his side, and looked up at the theatre. Six tall columns supported a triangular block of sandstone. Each carved figure on the frieze had been cleaned during his time away in preparation for the new season. Tonight was the first show, open only to elite vampires. The aristocrats were yet to return from the countryside or abroad.

Javier managed a smile when the wooden shutters on the other side of the windows and glass doors drew back, revealing the sumptuous red and gold interior of the theatre and his friend. Callumâ€™s steps were swift and sure, his handsome face a picture of darkness as he hurried down the wide marble staircase in the middle of the entrance hall, tying his long black hair back into a ponytail. He shoved the doors open, leaving one of the staff to hurriedly wipe his handprints off the glass, and briskly took the five stone steps that led down to the pavement and Javier.

â€œItâ€™s a nightmare.â€ Callum raked long fingers through his hair, messing it up again. It was a habit of the elite vampireâ€™s when he was under stress. His green eyes flashed with irritation and Javier could sense that he was angry about something as well as see it.

â€œHello to you too.â€ Javierâ€™s smile widened and he motioned for the driver to come to him.

Callum snatched the black designer suitcase from the driver, stuffed a large tip in the manâ€™s breast pocket, and waved him away. Like Javier, Callum wasnâ€™t used to the attention of servants and being waited on. It had taken them both years to get used to having humans and weaker vampires fetch them things or do menial tasks such as carrying their baggage. Clearly Callum still had difficulty with the latter.

Javier looked beyond him to the foyer of the theatre, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lilah. Was she working tonight?

He frowned, his sandy eyebrows knitting tightly, and stared at Callum. What if his nightmare had something to do with the staff?

â€œHas something bad happened?â€ He fought to keep the note of worry from his voice. Callum would see straight through him if it slipped out. They had spent years together at the finest vampire academy in England even though Callum was a century younger than he was and had remained in touch after graduating. They had always been close friends, even when they had been hundreds of miles apart and in two different countries.

â€œVictor got into a fight and got his nose broken. Heâ€™s a bloody mess.â€ Callum practically growled the words, his British accent hardening the final two and emphasising his anger.

Javier could understand his distress now. Victor was one of their best performers and often took the lead in the final act of the show, seducing a human thrall before feeding from them in front of the audience. He was a favourite among the female theatregoers because of his good looks and the fact that he was happy to engage with male as well as female partners on stage, and could handle more than one human at a time. He had been with the theatre for almost a decade and was a big draw. Even the aristocrat females liked him and he wasnâ€™t averse to giving some of them private performances to keep them sweet and keep the money rolling in for the theatre. They needed Victor on form and on stage. On a normal night, Javier might have felt more concerned by the news, but the flight from Spain had felt as though it had taken days rather than a couple of hours and his frayed nerves were telling him to find somewhere quiet to rest, at least until he knew that Lilah was still here.

Still temptingly close.

Once he knew that, he would be able to function again and find his usual calm edge and the emotional balance he needed in order to face a crisis. He couldnâ€™t think straight at the moment, let alone deal with the drama of their star performer having a broken nose when he was due to go on stage tonight.

â€œSo tell Antoine.â€ Javier swept his suit bags over his shoulder, resting the back of his hand on the soft material of his black suit jacket. â€œHe deals with the performers, not me.â€

â€œAntoine is busy with Snow, and I have good reason for coming to you first.â€ Callum mounted the sandstone steps again and led the way into the brightly lit foyer of the theatre. The black haired elite vampire looked over his shoulder at Javier, his vivid green eyes still dark. â€œIt was one of the staff who hit him.â€

â€œOne of the staff broke his nose?â€ Javier found that one difficult to digest. All of the staff were either human or of weak vampire lineage. Victor was of elite blood. His family werenâ€™t as strong as Javierâ€™s or Callumâ€™s, their blood diluted by too many turned humans in their ranks, but he was still powerful enough to deal with any of Javierâ€™s staff.

â€œA woman.â€ Callum dumped Javierâ€™s expensive luggage down in the middle of the marble floor. He waved to one of the passing male staff and the man came over to them. â€œTake these things to Javierâ€™s office.â€

The man dutifully picked up the suitcase and then held his hand out to Javier. He stared at it.

â€œI was going to freshen up and change before the performance tonight. It has been a long journey, Callum. Iâ€™m sure this can wait.â€

The look on Callumâ€™s face said it wouldnâ€™t. Javier sighed and handed the dark grey suit bags to the man. He bowed his head, hurried across the foyer to the side of the double-height elegant room and opened the plain wooden door that led to the staff only areas of the theatre.

â€œThe show starts in under an hour. We need to get Victor fixed up and then you need to speak with the woman who hit him and find out what happened before Antoine hears. He has enough problems on his plate at the moment. Snow is going through a rough patch again. I doubt he will tolerate this, regardless of who her owner is.â€

â€œOwner? The female is human?â€ Javier said and Callum nodded. â€œWho was it?â€

Callumâ€™s dark eyebrows rose and he shrugged his broad shoulders, shifting his black designer suit jacket. â€œYou know Iâ€™m not good with their names.â€

Javier knew that. Callum dealt with the darker side of the theatre business, tracking down vampires who could become good performers from cities all over Europe and sourcing human victims for the final act and other parts of the show the theatre hosted each week. His friend had long ago given up finding out anything about the humans. He had said it made his work easier. Javier took that to mean that his old friend was growing a conscience about what he was doing. He had even given the sourcing of victims over to a firm of vampires recently, letting them deal with it all, and had focused on finding vampire performers to bring into the Vampirerotique family instead.

Callum started across the foyer in the direction the man had taken and Javier followed. An hour wasnâ€™t a long time to fix this mess without Antoine hearing about it. If Snow was in a bad way again, Antoine would be in the mood for bloody murder. Whenever his older brother went off the rails, Antoineâ€™s temper degenerated into nothing short of vicious.

â€œCan you describe her?â€ Javier suspected that Callum would be able to manage that at least. He had an eye for detail, especially when it came to human females. The prettier the better to him.

â€œTall, reddish brown hair… fiery… great tits… and had the strangest golden eyes.â€

Javier stopped dead. Callum paused with his hand on the wooden door, holding it open, and looked back at him.

Lilah had hit Victor?

Before he could ask Callum more about it, a female member of staff appeared out of the gloom on the other side of the open door. She bowed her head to Callum, who still held the door, and then Javier and walked through. Javierâ€™s gaze tracked her, his head tilting to one side as he took in what she was wearing.

â€œDo you like it?â€ Callum said and when Javier looked back at him, he was smiling, all trace of anger and concern gone from his eyes. â€œI thought it suited the theatre more and it means the staff can move around during the performances without being an eyesore for those attending.â€

Javier turned back to stare at the woman again. She stood near the glass doors, speaking to one of the male staff as he polished the windows.

â€œI leave you in charge for a month, and you change the uniforms?â€ Javier couldnâ€™t quite believe it. Callum thought that the incident with Victor was a nightmare. This was a nightmare to Javier.

The male uniform hadnâ€™t changed much. The material of the black formal outfit the man wore was a little finer than before, and the cut was tailored now so it fit snugly to his figure, but the long tail of the jacket still made him resemble a butler.

The female uniform.

Javier couldnâ€™t stop staring at it.

It looked as though Callum had gone to a sex shop and bought out every French maid uniform they had. The puffed sleeves of the black dress were lined with black lace, and the neck scooped so low that Javier was surprised he couldnâ€™t see her nipples. Perhaps he could if he was close enough. The lace that trimmed the material there was probably obscuring them from this distance. The horror of it didnâ€™t stop there. The previous uniform dress had reached the ankle of the wearer. The new one barely reached mid-way down her thighs, revealing creamy flesh and long over-knee black socks. The only thing that had remained the same was the black pumps and the colour.

If he saw Lilah in such an outfit, it would be the death of him.

And he had to find her and find out why she had punched Victor.

The Devil help him, he wasnâ€™t going to be able to resist her any longer.

It would be a miracle if he even managed to utter a single question before finally succumbing to his need for her.

Callumâ€™s intent gaze on him roused him from his thoughts and he turned a blank look on him.

â€œYou donâ€™t like it.â€ Callum let the door drift shut. â€œWe can change it back. I just thought it gave the guests something to look at between acts. Antoine thinks itâ€™s a good idea.â€

â€œI like it,â€ Javier lied and forced another smile. â€œWe should speak to Victor before Antoine comes down to speak to the performers prior to the show.â€

Javier hoped that Victor would tell them everything and then he wouldnâ€™t need to find Lilah and speak to her. Callum opened the door again and Javier strode down the dimly lit black corridor with him, heading for the area to the side of the stage where stairs led up to the offices and hallways led backstage and off to the staff quarters. They were almost at the end of the hallway and out into that brighter double-height expansive room when several females crossed before him. Lilah was among them, carrying a broom and a red plastic box of cleaning equipment, her dark chestnut hair twirled up in a bun at the back of her head.

She said something he didnâ€™t hear to the three other women and then broke away from them and struggled to open the heavy wooden doors that led to the area in front of the stage in the theatre. Her broom knocked against the door when she managed to open it, fell from her grasp and clattered on the floor. She cursed softly and Javier echoed her in Spanish when she let the door close again and bent to retrieve her fallen broom.

The frilled black skirt of her dress hid nothing from view as she picked up the broom, her back to him. He stared at her bottom and her black knickers, blood pounding in his temples, his hunger for her kicking back into life and threatening to seize control of him. He pictured crossing the scant few metres that separated them, sliding his hands over the firm peachy globes of her backside, and drawing her back against the raging erection tenting the black material of his tailored trousers beneath his jacket.

Lilah straightened so fast that he jumped and she whirled to face him. Her cheeks coloured, rosy and dark, and the startled edge to her round eyes captivated him. She blinked, shuttering her beautiful golden irises, and then dipped in a curtsey. Her gaze stayed downcast this time, her head slightly to one side, so the cord of her neck remained taut and tempting.

â€œThis is the one, Javier,â€ Callum said and Javier almost barked that he knew that already and barely stopped himself from throttling his friend for interrupting his perusal of her neck.

He cleared his throat instead. â€œI will deal with you later.â€

Callum moved on. Javier remained where he was, his feet firmly planted to the dusty floor, his eyes glued to her, waiting to see her reaction.

Lilahâ€™s gaze slowly rose, bringing her head up with it. When it touched on his, the colour on her cheeks darkened and he forgot to breathe. He stared at her, mesmerised, lost in the black abyss of her dilated pupils.

Enthralled.

She didnâ€™t take her eyes away from his as expected. She held his gaze, steady and unafraid, no trace of fear in her scent. The way she looked at him spoke of desire and he had a hard time telling himself that he had to be imagining it. Her bond with her master made it impossible for her to feel anything for Javier. The gentle rhythm of her heartbeat called to him, luring his gaze down to her cleavage, and he fought his desire to step closer so he could reach out and run a lone finger over the luscious curves of her breasts. Touching her would only bring her pain. He couldnâ€™t. No matter how much he needed to have her warm soft skin beneath his fingertips and know the feel of her at last. It would hurt her. He didnâ€™t care. No. He did care. If it hurt her, he would stop. He would never harm Lilah. To pain her was to pain himself. He cared about her too much.

â€œAre you coming?â€ Callumâ€™s voice shattered the spell she had cast on Javier and he glanced at him and nodded.

When he looked back, the door was closing and Lilah was gone.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, drew in a long deep breath, catching the enticing scent of her in the air, and followed Callum backstage.

Later.

He would be in her presence. Alone.

And he wouldnâ€™t be able to resist her any longer.

If it hurt her, he would stop, but he needed to touch her.

He needed to know the feel of her and her taste.

Even if that one taste was all he could ever have.

Even if it signed his death sentence.

Do you all want yourself a slice of Javier now?

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Winter Warmers – Paranormal Romance Ebooks from $0.99 – Ends Sunday!

Posted on 13th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

My fantastic Winter Warmers deals end this Sunday so it’s your last chance to grab a copy of my books at a discount price. It will be a while before I run any more discounts, especially on these paranormal romance ebooks.

I have a few books on offer for just $0.99, but others are available for only $2.99. Prices will go up on Sunday. The offers are available on Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Sony Reader, Apple iBooks / iBookstore, and more.

Here’s some info about the books on offer right now:

Vampire for Christmas
Felicity Heaton
It was one last mission. Shannon, a demon hunter with the agency, is looking forward to leaving behind the small town and the vampire she’s been stuck with for the past two years. Things are getting complicated fast and she wants out. A fresh start, free of her vampire partner, awaits her if she can survive their final mission and the lonely Christmas holidays…

Her Dark Angel (Her Angel series #1)
Felicity Heaton
An angel without a mission, Apollyon lives trapped in Hell guarding the bottomless pit. Surrounded by endless darkness, he longs to fly free on Earth once more but his master hasn’t called him in centuries. When the call finally comes, it’s to serve a new master, a beautiful woman he has often watched over, a woman who has always captivated him…

Ascension
Felicity Heaton
A witch on the verge of achieving phenomenal power, Lealandra must turn to her half-breed demon ex-lover Taig for protection from the dark force that is after her and also from her own magic. With her Counter-Balance dead and her coven against her, Taig’s blood and power is the only thing that can help her control her magic and survive the ascension and gain the strength to defeat her enemy…

Forbidden Blood
Felicity Heaton
In a dark world where vampires exist and where Source Blood, a rare human blood type, can bestow godlike powers upon them, the vampire Venators of the Sovereignty fight to protect the humans by banishing those who drink it to the endless dark. Exiled from his family and with only his duty to sustain him, Kearn has been on the trail of an elusive Source Blood abuser for three years. When he saves a beautiful human female from the vampire’s grasp, it turns out she’s the lead he’s been waiting for. Amber is a Source Blood and the perfect bait, but for who?

Prophecy: Child of Light (Prophecy Trilogy #1 / Vampires Realm series #1)
F E Heaton
A vampire unlike any other, Prophecy lives life in the dark until the night she encounters Valentine, a gorgeous vampire who is both her enemy and the man who will change her life forever. Convinced that the prophecy about her is wrong and unable to ignore the vision of them that he saw in her blood, Valentine goes against his orders to execute Prophecy and kidnaps her instead. The attraction between them grows as they search for the truth behind the prophecy, battle a dark evil that threatens to destroy the world, and attempt to evade their families and the Law Keepers…

Prophecy: Caelestis and Aurorea (Prophecy Trilogy #2 / Vampires Realm series #2)
F E Heaton
The final battle draws closer. Prophecy’s world becomes darker and more dangerous, pushing her to the limit and testing her strength and her heart, almost breaking her. Old friends turn their backs, leaving her to fight with the help of an unlikely ally and forcing her to call on the devastatingly seductive and powerful Lord Hyperion for assistance…

Prophecy: Dark Moon Rising (Prophecy Trilogy #3 / Vampires Realm series #3)
F E Heaton
An enemy with unimaginable power and bloodlines with centuries of hatred bred into them, two things that threaten to tear Prophecy and Valentine apart as they fight for their lives and their future together. Their vain attempt to join their houses into one army drains the last of their strength, leaving them more vulnerable than they’ve ever been. The tension escalates between the bloodlines, and, more dangerously, between Valentine, Prophecy and Venturi. As everything crumbles around them, defeat seems inevitable…

Seventh Circle (Vampires Realm series #7)
F E Heaton
Born with powers similar to a vampire’s, Lilith has spent her life hunting demons for Section Seven. On the same night as she watches a vampire kill her best friend, she is faced with her worst nightmareâ€”a client who is not only attractive but a vampire…

Winter’s Kiss (Vampires Realm series #8)
F E Heaton
Their lord drinks blood and they are dead men walking. The tales of the mansion don’t stop Nika from falling for one of the guards, but when wolves attack her and he rides to her rescue, she discovers that her knight is anything but saintly. He is a vampire and she is becoming a werewolf, and love between their species is forbiddenâ€”the penalty death…

Find out more about the books, including excerpts and reviews, and these great offers at: http://www.felicityheaton.com/paranormal-romance-ebook-offers.php

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SEDUCE (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3) first draft progress

Posted on 11th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

I’m making good progress on the first draft of Seduce, the third book in my Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series, now. There have been highs and lows with writing this one, and my word count per day is lower than my normal full-speed output. I blame the fact that it’s a novella and therefore it isn’t meticulously planned out. I tend to be more flexible with novellas and let them take the lead.

Speaking of taking the lead. Antoine, the aristocrat vampire hero of the book, has taken it upon himself to dictate a few changes. Seduce is supposed to be as hot as the first two books, but this vampire has a lot of emotional torment that he needs to get off his chest and he’s refusing to cooperate with the erotic side of romance. I had expected him to act stand-offish considering his heroine (an elite vampire!) but the man has decided that HE will tell the story, not me. I do so love it when heroes take over the book. It does happen from time to time. At the moment, the only change was a scene earlier than anticipated and an extra one. I’m sure once we get this out of the way, he will be feeling lighter and will respond when I whip him into behaving wickedly.

I did get to write an on-the-fly unplanned scene today that I probably enjoyed a little too much.

Is it wrong of me to enjoy writing a crazed vampire?

Snow is just so delicious when he’s having a nuclear and terribly animalistic meltdown. Snow lovers out there will find a few surprises in this book.

I’m up to around 26,000 words now. This one may run to closer to 40,000 words in the end. I have a few things to add into the opening chapter already and will go back and tweak it when I hit the end. I’ll up the ante in other scenes too, layering in the erotic since Antoine is intent on trying to scupper me. Strange to have a hero refusing to get down and dirty. I did manage to write 10,000 words today, but it took me close to 7 hours. Normally, I could write 10k in 5. I haven’t written for a while though, so I’m out of practice.

Still, this nice tidy amount of progress today means that I have now reached a total of 6.5% progress on my year’s writing target of 400,000 words. Yay!

If you’re new to the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, the first book, Covet is due for release on January 14th, but it’s available right now at Amazon Kindle Stores! It has been receiving great reviews at various websites, including a 4.5 Star Top Pick from Night Owl Reviews!

Covet
Felicity Heaton
Theyâ€™ve burned for each other for two years, the forbidden attraction between them growing each night. Now resisting the sinful desires of their hearts is becoming impossible.

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Early reviews for Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre series #1) are in and they’re awesome!

Posted on 10th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

I was supposed to have stopped working an hour ago, but I’m pushing my day into the 9 hour mark once again to quickly post about the wonderful early reviews that COVET, the first book in my new Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series, has been receiving.

This is nothing but good news considering that I’m currently working on the third book in the series.

So, what have reviewers been saying about this erotic vampire romance novella?

“Covet was a fast paced, blood-rushing, erotic romance story. Felicity Heaton is a great writer. It was a definite pleasure to read this book. I can’t wait until the next book comes out because Covet left me needing MORE, I will be buying her next book in this series for sure!” — Simply Kayla’s Book Reviews, 5 out of 5! (read the full review)

“Covet is a great introduction into Felicity’s new Vampire Erotic Theatre series. It’s filled with longing, love, passion and lust- smoking hot sex … Kick arse action and characters I’m sure you will adore.” — PageFlipperz, 5 out of 5! (read the full review)

“All I can say is wow!! This was one darkly erotic read full of debauchery, lust, and obsession. So needless to say, I loved every second of it. From the word go I was attracted to Javier, and curious about his craving need to have Lilah, a human who belonged to another.” — Madame D’s Boudoir, 5 out of 5! (read the full review)

“I’m so stuck for words for this one, the story was amazing, so not what I expected. I expected it to be good but not this good. It had me reading and reading because I didn’t want to put it down.” — Satin’s Bookish Corner, 5 out of 5! (read the full review)

Covet is due for release on January 14th, but it’s available right now at Amazon Kindle Stores!

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Teaseday – Winter’s Kiss – vampire werewolf romance book

Posted on 10th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

Today my Teaseday post comes from another of my current books on offer, Winter’s Kiss, a vampire werewolf romance book and the 8th book in my popular Vampires Realm romance series.

At the moment, I have a fantastic offer on a selection of my ebooks. There are plenty of fantastic reads to choose from, all priced between $0.99 and $2.99 and in a range of lengths between novella and long novels, and a variety of paranormal romance sub-genres including sinful angels, sexy vampires, seductive werewolves, and even a super-hot demon and sassy witch pairing. Offers end 15th January 2012.

Find out more about the books, including excerpts and reviews, and these great offers at: http://www.felicityheaton.com/paranormal-romance-ebook-offers.php

Winter’s Kiss is on offer for just $2.99 on Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Sony Reader, Smashwords and other retailers. You can also get Seventh Circle for just $2.99, and the first three books in the series, the Prophecy Trilogy, for only $0.99 each!

So, here’s a single chapter tease and a link to a downloaded extended excerpt pdf!

Winter’s Kiss

F E Heaton
Their lord drinks blood and they are dead men walking. The tales of the mansion donâ€™t stop Nika from falling for one of the guards, but when wolves attack her and he rides to her rescue, she discovers that her knight is anything but saintly. He is a vampire and she is becoming a werewolf, and love between their species is forbiddenâ€”the penalty death.

Winterâ€™s world is shaken beyond salvation and his allegiance to his bloodline tested as he watches the woman heâ€™s fallen for turn into a werewolf. His heart demands vengeance and that he protects her, both from the werewolf now hunting for her and from himself, but she tempts him more than he can bear and it isn’t long into their journey before heâ€™s torn between upholding the law and succumbing to desire.

Will Nika be able to convince Winter to leave his world and stay with her or will she spend eternity dreaming of Winter’s kiss?

LIMITEDÂ TIME SPECIALÂ OFFER: Only $2.99 (normally $3.99) as part of my Winter Warmers deal – offer ends 15th January 2012. Find out more about the offer and where it is available.

Available in e-book from:
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EXCERPT

A scream rent the still night air.

Winter raised his head. The brush in his right hand paused against his horseâ€™s sleek black flank. He frowned, calculating the distance from where he stood in the stable courtyard to the person who had shrieked. The human female voice could carry for miles on nights as calm as tonight. If she screamed again, he would be able to pinpoint her location to within one hundred metres.

A Watchman of the Validus bloodline, Winter had spent years honing his skills in tracking, hunting and killing to the highest echelon of perfection. They gave him the ability to ascertain that whoever the victim was, she was over three miles away.

He returned to his work, lovingly stroking the huge beastâ€™s glossy coat and murmuring soothing words to him. It had been too long since heâ€™d had the chance to ride. The rotation of duties within the household and Hyperionâ€™s plan to spread their empire wider across Europe had left him with longer shifts at the gate. It was an honour to protect his lord, but long nights spent braced against the freezing winds that scathed the landscape in this part of Russia were tiring and left him little time before dawn to ride. His eyes closed. Honour wasnâ€™t the only good thing to come of standing guard from sunset to sunrise.

He saw her more often.

An image of her flashed across Winterâ€™s mind. Pale blonde hair hanging in waves down her back. Sparkling green eyes that glittered under the moonlight. A cherubâ€™s rosy lips that promised sweet kisses and an impâ€™s smile that spoke of mischief. That image had branded itself on his mind the first night he had seen her as an adult. Every night that she passed and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, she burned her face a little deeper into his heart.

His horse kicked impatiently at the floor, scratching the scattered hay away from the dirt and leaving a long groove.

Winter patted Midnight tenderly on the neck and placed the brush down. Gathering the large black saddle, he positioned it on the horseâ€™s high back and let his thoughts wander while he buckled the straps.

They instantly roamed back to her. Many years had passed since Winter had first seen her. She had been a little girl then. Now she had become a beautiful woman. Perhaps soon she would find the courage to speak to him for longer. She had stopped a few times, always singling him out even though his black armour covered him from head to toe, leaving only the section across his eyes exposed. She had spoken to him tonight, asking him why he wore armour and guarded the mansion. He hadnâ€™t answered her. He had no place talking to humans when he was on duty.

There had been a beautiful lack of fear about her. Not even the sight of the naginata that he and the other Watchman held bothered her. Perhaps one day he could turn her. He cursed under his breath and tightened the last strap on the saddle. Those were not thoughts that he should be entertaining. His loyalty was to his lord and his bloodline first and foremost. He had a debt to repay. Once he felt as though he was worthy of asking his lord for permission to court the girl, he would, but until then he had a duty to do.

And that duty came first.

No matter what his feelings for her were.

A ride would clear his head.

A wolf howl sliced through the night.

Winter tensed and instinctively brushed his long heavy black cloak aside and reached for the sword hanging at his side. His fingers closed around the hilt as he calculated the distance to the howl.

Three miles.

Was the wolf after the woman?

Another scream shattered the returning silence. This time, it was a word.

â€œNiet!â€

Winterâ€™s eyes shot wide, an emotion rushing into his heart that he hadnâ€™t felt in long years. Fear. The girl. He would know her voice anywhere.

With the preternatural speed and grace of his kind, Winter mounted the horse and bolted straight for the stable entrance. Midnight thundered forward, hooves pounding the dirt in a sure confident gallop. The gates barely had time to open as they approached. Winter tucked into the horse, bringing his feet up behind him along with the stirrups. The half-open wrought iron gates brushed his knees as they raced through, almost knocking the guards over.

Someone shouted something abusive in his direction.

He didnâ€™t have time to slow down. The moment they had turned onto the road, he urged Midnight on, lowering his feet again but leaning forwards against its neck. It stretched forwards too, mimicking his move and galloping harder as though it had sensed his desperation.

The bottom of Winterâ€™s chest armour dug into his hips as he rode. His long cloak streamed out behind him. The light flurry of snow became bitter darts of ice that cut into his eyes, forcing him to squint. He changed, his eyes turning purple to reveal his bloodline as his senses sharpened. The thundering hooves of his horse were the only sound in an otherwise still world. Winter snapped the reins. Midnight snorted and galloped faster, heading directly for the woods with no sign of slowing.

Winter willed the woman to make another noise, or the wolves to break their silence. He needed to get a fix on their location but it wasnâ€™t only that driving him to beg the woman to shout or scream. He needed to know that she was still alive.

He hunkered down against his horseâ€™s neck when they entered the thick forest of pines. Snow exploded from the branches as they crashed through them, heedless of the pain it caused them both. His armour would protect him from the whip-like branches of the trees, and his horse, Midnight, would go wherever he bid him to, regardless of whether it hurt.

A branch hit Winter directly across the black leather and metal mask covering his nose and mouth. It smacked the armour against his nose and forced a flinch from him as pain shot out in warm waves across his skull. He turned Midnight to his right and towards a more open area of forest. While the pain didnâ€™t bother him, it would dampen his senses and he needed those as sharp as possible.

He pulled Midnight to a halt in a clearing and scanned the darkness, stretching out with his senses and searching for her. The wintry weather hadnâ€™t managed to penetrate the dense trees and the ground was clear of snow, leaving him without a visible trail to follow. He breathed deep, catching a faint hint of her scent on the breeze. She had been here. He cursed. Where was she now?

Was she dead?

Had the wolves killed her already?

That thought made a dull ache settle in his chest. Winter refused to believe it. He wouldnâ€™t believe it until he saw her body for himself. Another deep breath caught a stronger scent. A growl rumbled up through his chest.

Not wolves.

Werewolves.

His eyes narrowed into dark slits between his black helmet and facemask. He stared into the distance as one hand left the reins and closed around the hilt of his sword. Blood would spill tonight. Not only because werewolves had dared to enter Validus territory. If they had killed her, no, if they had even touched her, they would die by his hand.

A distant scream reached his ears.

He pulled on Midnightâ€™s reins.

Midnight reared onto his hind legs, whinnied and then broke into a gallop. Winter sneered behind his facemask, his blood calling for violence.

* * * *

Nika walked the quiet winding path through the woods, wishing she had chosen to wear her thicker coat. Thick fake fur lined the long black coat she wore and it would have been warm enough under normal circumstances in late spring, but tonight was bitterly cold and the icy wind was searching, discovering cracks and places it could sneak into the coat and chill her to the bone. It was strange to have such wintry weather this side of spring. When she had left, the weather had been pleasant enough, and the snow had melted. Now it had come back with a vengeance. She had hoped the weather would be warm and sunny by the time she had returned from the city.

She folded her arms across her chest, trying to keep a little heat in. Her coat and dress reached the floor, both grazing the leaf litter and twigs that covered the path. The wind found its way into there too and blew upwards, snaking around her legs and sending her shivering. Her honey hair blew across her face as she turned and she clawed it away, thankful sheâ€™d had the good sense to take two long strands from beside her temples and plait them before tying them at the back of her head. It kept the bulk of her hair in place but left the long strands from that point downwards to dance in the breeze.

At least the snow couldnâ€™t make it through the trees.

Nika hummed quietly to herself while she walked, thinking about how nice it would be to arrive home and sit down in front of the fire. The thought of that warm blaze made the cold feel distant. She wasnâ€™t far from the village now. Soon she would be safe in her familyâ€™s home, out of the frigid night and bleak woods. It felt like months rather than weeks since she had gone away to St. Petersburg. A smile touched her lips when she recalled walking past the mansion. He had been on guard duty again, silent and sentinel outside the gate with another man. She knew it was him. Those beautiful dark eyes had spoken to her as they always did, telling her words that her heart loved to listen to. He never looked at her, but there was always a strange emotion in his eyes when she stopped in front of him. The cold emptiness that used to fill them disappeared, leaving what her heart interpreted as warmth behind.

She didnâ€™t know who he was, or even what he looked like beneath his armour, but she knew one thing. She wanted no other man in this world.

Her heart lightened as memories of him came back, always protecting the gates of the large mansion. On the few occasions that she had plucked up the courage to speak to him, he had never uttered a word back at her. He hadnâ€™t even spoken tonight when she had mentioned the tales about the man he guarded. Terrible tales they were. Stories of demons and death, of bloodshed and violence. Her whole village whispered of them. They were right in a way. There was something different about the men there. In all the years that she had passed those gates, that man had never changed. Not when she was a child and not now that she was an adult. It was the same man. He hadnâ€™t aged one year in the twenty she had seen him. She was sure of it.

Through the trees, pinpricks of light flickered in the darkness. The village. She doubled her pace, thinking only of the warm fire and seeing her father again.

A howl sliced the night in two.

Nika froze to the spot, ears pricked and heart thundering.

Perhaps it had been the wind.

Low growls made her head snap around. Seven large dark shapes slinked out of the shadows. Their fur spiked in a line down their backs, wriggling like a snake when they shook themselves and growled at her. They stepped onto the path between her and the village. These were no ordinary wolves. She remembered them from her childhood. They had killed half of the village.

The one in front lowered its head and stared at her with bright amber eyes that promised a painful death. It snarled to reveal huge canines.

Nika screamed.

Before it could attack, she turned, dropped her bag and ran. She grabbed the front of her coat and skirt, lifting them so she could sprint unhindered, and headed through the woods in the direction of the mansion.

It wasnâ€™t long before her legs were beginning to tire. Their muscles strained under the pressure of running over the uneven ground and seized up as the fear broke into her mind, sending panicked thoughts pounding through her skull.

She was going to die.

The voice at the back of her mind told her to give up, but she wouldnâ€™t. She wasnâ€™t ready to die. It was something that happened to someone else, not to her or the people she loved. If she could make it to the mansion, she would be safe. The men there would fend off the wolves. The man would protect her.

Nika shrieked again as she tripped on a branch hidden beneath the frozen leaf litter and hit the ground hard. She immediately scrabbled to her feet and ran blindly into the forest, desperate to escape the wolves. Behind her came their thundering feet and heavy panting. They were closing in.

In the blink of an eye, it was over. The full weight of one of the wolves hit her in the back, sending her tumbling to the floor. Another howled. She turned and wrestled the wolf off her, scrambling across the dirt away from it. One of them grabbed her ankle, the thick leather of her boot the only thing protecting the delicate joint. It growled. Nika screwed her eyes shut and brought her hands up in front of her face as the others leapt at her.

â€œNiet!â€

Nika kicked the wolf off her ankle, eliciting a whimper from it, and pushed against the others. Breaking free, she got to her feet and ran again. Moonlight broke through a gap in the trees some distance ahead of her, illuminating a small shack.

Her heart willed her to make it there. It was her only chance.

She screamed again when one of the wolves snapped at her, trying to grab her arm. She punched it across the face and kept running, desperate to survive.

A thundering sound joined the cacophony of wolf growls and snarls and her rough breathing. Nika looked ahead of her to see the shack and then a large black horse with rider. She reached out to him, a silent plea for him to help her, and then fell when the wolves pounced on her. Pain erupted in her leg. Her heart missed beats as claws and teeth tore through her clothes.

Her last hope left her when she found herself face to face with the largest wolf. Hot breath washed her face, stealing her own. She sent a prayer to God and stared into the wolfâ€™s yellow eyes, into the eyes of death.

The thundering hooves stopped. Above her the horseâ€™s legs appeared, kicking out as the huge black beast whinnied and snorted. The wolves scattered, leaving her pressed into the dirt and frozen leaf litter, petrified and in too much pain to move.

The horse snorted again as it came down onto all four feet beside her and the rider appeared in her tear-blurred view.

â€œHand,â€ he said in a muffled Russian voice and extended his towards her.

Nika feebly raised hers towards him. She wanted to take hold of that black gloved hand and escape this nightmare. He shook his impatiently. She struggled to move faster, weak from the white-hot pain burning inside every inch of her body. He bent forward on the saddle, caught her hand, and pulled her up into the air as though she weighed nothing. He settled her on the saddle in front of him. Pain shot up her leg and lanced her stomach. It stole her senses, filling them until she knew nothing but the warm pulsing throb. She was vaguely aware of his arm against her back and his hand on her waist, and the wolves closing in.

He turned the horse. Nika gritted her teeth and leaned into him. Each step of the horseâ€™s gallop jostled her on the saddle. The pain was unbearable, wracking her to the depths of her bones with each movement, but the alternative made her cling to consciousness and life. The wolves growled, closer now. The horse suddenly stopped and the man lowered her to the ground. Her legs buckled beneath her. He caught her before she could collapse and held her close to his hard chest.

â€œRun!â€ he said and she hazily wondered if he was talking to her. She didnâ€™t think that she could run. The pain in her leg was too intense, blinding. The horse whinnied. Was he talking to it?

Her heart beat faster, each pulse sending stabbing needles sweeping around her body. Darkness encroached at the edges of her mind, sending her thoughts fuzzy and her body numb. The man carried her into somewhere and set her down on something soft but lumpy. The sound of wood scraping and heavy objects slamming made her open her eyes. She frowned, vaguely aware that they were in the small shack she had seen and that he was barricading the door.

A wolf howl sounded just outside.

She flinched in pain when she curled up, the wounds on her body stinging. Her left leg burned as though it was on fire. She couldnâ€™t move it. She left it lying limp in front of her. The man looked at her and then around the small hut.

â€œDo not be frightened,â€ he said, as though those four words could erase all her fear.

It crushed her chest and stole her breath. She struggled to suck in air, panic closing her throat and pain making the slightest thing too hard. Her leg was wet. She could feel the steady slide of blood down her arms. Oh God. She was going to die.

Her panic only increased when the dreadful sound of claws against wood filled the small shack. Snarls came in under the door and growls made her skin crawl. She tried to back away but the sound surrounded her, leaving her nowhere to go. The man stood at the door, his tall figure a black shadow in the low light. He didnâ€™t move. He stood sentinel with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his side.

The blade of which gleamed when he began to draw it.

The wolves scrabbled faster at the door and walls, as though they were trying to dig their way through. Nika reached out to the man, numb and petrified. He stepped towards the door and her heart slammed against her chest.

The two small windows on either side of the door exploded, showering her and the man in glass. The wolves leapt high, paws scrambling for purchase on the windowsill. They disappeared again only to attempt another go at getting into the building.

The man fully drew his sword.

She extended her hand further towards him. â€œYou canâ€™t fight. Thereâ€™s too many!â€

A terrible scream made them both jump. She had never heard such a horrifying and inhuman sound. A chill swept over her back and down her arms. The scream came again amidst a discordant symphony of growls and snarls. She closed her eyes and used the last of her strength to cover her ears, not wanting to hear the horse as it died.

Dreadful silence fell.

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SEDUCE (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3) is underway!

Posted on 9th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

I was a good author today and, having spent yesterday evening typing up scraps of notes I had scribbled in various notepads and piecing them together with the notes already in my outline document so they formed a coherent flow that worked for the plot, I started writing the third book in my Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series.

Seduce is Antoine’s story. Yes, those of you who have read the first book already, Covet, might think this aristocrat vampire has a stick up his backside and isn’t very nice, but I guarantee that by the end of his story, you will be melting for him. You know I can write a tortured hero like no one else and that I can come good on that promise.

I wrote out the character bios this morning for Antoine and his heroine, Sera, and then scribbled down a rough chapter by chapter blow of the story. It’s all quite sketchy but it’s enough to keep me writing. Nothing slows me down like a lack of clear direction. I have to outline my stories to the letter normally, but with novellas I have a little more leeway and I only slow down when things just aren’t clear and I’m not sure how to proceed. I hate having to stop and think during a writing session. It tends to dent my confidence in the story.

My session on the book today, seated in my local cafe with some fruit, water, and only a skinny latte and two cups of tea to fuel me, ended with me at the 8200 word mark. The chapters on this one have been quite short so far because we’re switching quite rapidly between Antoine and Sera. They’ll get longer now, back to my usual length. I like to write shorter chapters sometimes, especially when I feel there’s a rapid exchange of views needed like in this book. The short chapters are necessary. You’ll see.

I’m happy with it so far. I’ll probably have it done by Friday since it’s only a novella. No full on sex scenes as yet but I get to write one tomorrow. Pretty much first thing too, which should be interesting. I’ll have to read over the story to work up the required amount of passion. I can write a love scene from a cold start. I need to get the tension and attraction between the couple back into my mind again and start where it left off.

I’m also pleased because it means my 2012 Word Count Target has now left zero and is sitting at a measely 2.1% done. That looks quite pathetic. Still, only another 391,800 words to go until I hit my target for the year!

In other Vampire Erotic Theatre related news, Smashwords is being exceptionally slow and still hasn’t approved Covet for distribution. Useless. I really hope that BN opens Pubit to international authors soon, and that Kobo and Apple go ahead with their intended self-publishing platforms, because dealing directly with the publishers will be blissful. I had hoped that giving Smashwords a two week start on getting Covet distributed would mean it was at retailers in time for the book’s official release day on January 14th. It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen now. Sorry folks. As soon as they finally deem the book worthy of approval, and it reaches the stores, I’ll let you all know.

It will be available on my website from January 14th, in epub, mobi, pdf and html formats.

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Teaseday – Seventh Circle – vampire romance book

Posted on 3rd January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

Today my Teaseday post comes from another of my current books on offer, Seventh Circle, a vampire romance book and the seventh book in my popular Vampires Realm romance series.

Find out more about the books, including excerpts and reviews, and these great offers at: http://www.felicityheaton.com/paranormal-romance-ebook-offers.php

Seventh Circle is on offer for just $2.99 on Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Sony Reader, Smashwords and other retailers. You can also get Winter’s Kiss for just $2.99, and the first three books in the series, the Prophecy Trilogy, for only $0.99 each!

So, here’s a single chapter tease and a link to a downloaded extended excerpt pdf!

Seventh Circle

F E Heaton
Born with powers similar to a vampireâ€™s, Lilith has spent her life hunting demons for Section Seven. On the same night as she watches a vampire kill her best friend, she is faced with her worst nightmareâ€”a client who is not only attractive but a vampire.

Lincoln is a powerful pureblood with a problem. Heâ€™s caught up in a prophecy and has little time left to unravel the mystery of the contract between his lord and the Devil before he dies. When witches foretell that a vampire hunter will save his life, heâ€™s prepared to work with his most hated enemy, but he isnâ€™t prepared for the forbidden desire he feels when he meets her.

Their mutual attraction becomes difficult to deny as they work together but when Lincoln reveals the truth about her powers, will Lilith find the strength to embrace a side of herself that she wished didnâ€™t exist? And when they discover Lilithâ€™s role in the prophecy, how far will Lincoln go to save her?

Dark, sensual and fast-paced, Seventh Circle is a story of forbidden love so strong that it will save the world.

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EXCERPT

Lincoln stared at the ceiling. Sleep evaded him, chased away by the thousand screaming heartbeats in his head. He clapped a hand over his eyes, wishing to shut the world out. The blood of every human in the building still called to him.

None more than Lilithâ€™s.

He focused on it as it beckoned him, a strong steady melody in his ears, a siren song. His eyes slipped shut behind his hand and a smile teased his lips as he reached out with sharpened senses and listened to her moving around the small apartment. She was muttering to herself about the heat. It was hot in the building. Everyoneâ€™s blood was rushing close to the surface, their hearts working overtime to cool their bodies down. It only made them more alluring.

Shifting his focus, he listened to the clanging of metal on metal far below him. Someone was trying to fix the boiler. Its malfunction was obviously the cause of the temporary heat wave.

Lilith cursed again from the other room, loud enough this time that he wouldâ€™ve heard it if heâ€™d been human.

Her heart thumped rhythmically, pounding in his blood and telling him to go to her. Neither of them could sleep. Perhaps they could begin researching, although it would probably be unwise to disturb her now. When her superior had told her to share her apartment with him, and that his safety was maximum priority, sheâ€™d looked as though sheâ€™d been chewing a wasp. Her superior had been right. She did despise his kind, as did everyone here. Common sense told him to leave before someone got it into their head to attempt to kill him, and not just make idle threats. His heart said that he had to stay. He had to know if she really was the one.

Sitting up, Lincoln stared at the closed door of his room. On the other side was Lilith. She was moving around the kitchen of the small two bedroom apartment. The modernity of this area of the mansion was a strange contrast to the more in-keeping look of the area heâ€™d first arrived in, with its large rooms filled with antique furniture and old paintings. This wing seemed to act like a dormitory for the hunters. Were all the apartments like Lilithâ€™s or was hers special? Perhaps hunters shared them. Had she shared this apartment with her dead friend or her sister? His focus shifted back to Lilith as she moved again. He could sense her fatigue. It gave out a call to his instincts, telling him sheâ€™d be easy prey in her current state. It was hard to ignore such instincts even when he had to.

It had been near impossible to stop himself from killing those hunters this morning.
Lincoln frowned when Lilith stopped dead and sniffed. Her change in emotions was abrupt and wouldâ€™ve been unreadable had he not known her recent history. The death of her friend was upsetting herâ€”a death that he was responsible for. Under normal circumstances, it wouldnâ€™t have bothered him. His kind had to feed, and had to protect themselves. A vampire hunter was the perfect target for sport and a good meal, and it meant there was one less in the world when you were done. Yet it bothered him now. He didnâ€™t want to consider the reason why.

Getting up, he walked to the door and opened it. Lilith was in the kitchen side of the living room now, busying herself in some vain attempt to pretend he wasnâ€™t here, that he hadnâ€™t heard her crying, and by the looks of things making tea. He studied her, amused by the way the oversized grey t-shirt swamped her and the loose black jogging bottoms trailed on the floor. Sheâ€™d tied her golden hair back into a high ponytail. The tips of it brushed her neck. He dragged his eyes away from it and raised them to her face. She looked tired, her face drawn and pale.

He glanced at the coffee table and saw it spread with books. She must have gone out to get them during the short hours of sleep that heâ€™d snatched. Now the sun was growing close to setting and its sway over him was less. Soon night would fall and it would be almost impossible to ignore the lure of the cacophony of heartbeats.

Aware that he was dressed only in his black jeans, he walked with head held high into the kitchen area and leaned against the counter near her.

Her eyes darted to him and then away again. They didnâ€™t make it as far as his face. Theyâ€™d only reached his chest. He smiled internally at this small victory over her. Since their meeting this morning, sheâ€™d been a hellion, refusing to work with him and making sure that he knew how much she hated him. She wanted to make things difficult for him and he was more than willing to show her what a pain in the backside he could be to her. Besides, it was interesting to see a humanâ€™s, a hunterâ€™s no less, reaction to a vampire, especially when they couldnâ€™t kill them. The temptation to push her to breaking point just to see what sheâ€™d do was overwhelming and a wonderful way of alleviating his boredom.

â€œYou canâ€™t walk around my place like that or I will lock that door just like I threatened.â€ She frowned at him, her eyes managing to make it to his this time.

â€œWhy not?â€ He challenged her, leaning back a little and planting his palms against the counter so his muscles tensed. She did a good job of resisting a look. He could see that she was curious.

â€œItâ€™s…â€ She swallowed, pensive and still frowning beautifully.

â€œDistracting?â€ he suggested with a smirk.

â€œOff putting,â€ she said, deadpan and glaring.

She moved to the sink and filled the kettle before putting it on. Lincoln watched her, silent and motionless. The way she moved around was entrancing. Strength laced her natural grace. It spoke of it to him, telling him that she believed herself a force to be reckoned with. Maybe she was in human terms.

â€œShouldnâ€™t you be asleep?â€ she said.

â€œI could not sleep.â€ He moved closer to her, leaning against the tall cupboard next to where she now stood waiting for the kettle to boil.

â€œVampires have sleepless days?â€ There was a playful note in her voice that he hadnâ€™t expected. She seemed surprisingly relaxed around him now. The trace of fear heâ€™d detected in her this morning was gone.

â€œMore often than you think when we are hungry,â€ he whispered, his eyes caressing her throat.

â€œNever going to happen,â€ she said without even looking at him.

Her senses were acute if sheâ€™d detected his intent without having to see it with her own two eyes. There was something different about her. Perhaps sheâ€™d been modified like some of the other hunters heâ€™d encountered recently. Since the Law Keepersâ€™ report that humans had been playing god, theyâ€™d met more genetically altered hunters. Theyâ€™d killed every one.

She filled her mug, removed the tea bag and went to move past him towards the lounge area. Her eyes strayed to his torso again.

He tensed his muscles for her and she quickly looked away. Either she was a prude, or it was because he was a vampire that she didnâ€™t want to look at him. He hoped it was the latter. It would be fun to prove to her just how curious she was about his kind. Her eyes strayed again and he waited to see what sheâ€™d do this time. She stood there, gaze furtively taking in his body. A dull ache settled in his chest, followed by another in his gut. Temptation whispered to push her now while he had the chance.

â€œHave you ever been curious? Come now, you must have been curious to know sometimes.â€ Lincoln held her gaze when it darted to meet his. She looked wonderfully innocent and clueless. It didnâ€™t fool him. She understood what he was saying. He stepped away from the cupboard and towards her. â€œWhat we feel like, what it feels like.â€

â€œNever!â€ There was such defiance in her voice, such vehement denial. He might have believed it if sheâ€™d managed to keep better control of herself. Her eyes betrayed her. They strayed to his chest for a split second.

He grinned, enjoying this game. It was time to up the ante.

He trailed his fingers across his bare chest.

â€œI know you want to feel it.â€ His senses locked onto her heart, revelling in the staccato rhythm it had adopted. A rush of adrenaline entered her blood, sending the scent of it into the air through her overheating flesh. She was either embarrassed, or his words held some truth and she wanted to touch him. Another push. â€œJust reach out and touch. I can see the questions in your eyes, Lilith. Is it cool, hard? Would you feel a heartbeat? Would I feel your touch, feel pain if you scraped your nails down it… feel pleasure?â€

Her cheeks blazed and her eyes widened. She went to turn away. He was beside her before she could move, his hand tight around her wrist. He couldnâ€™t let her get away when it was just getting interesting.

Taking the mug from her other hand, he placed it down on the counter away from them, his movements slow so he didnâ€™t draw her attention away from his eyes. He drew her towards him. Her fingers shook in his. Her breath trembled uneasily, quivering with her racing heart. Her dark eyes fell to his chest and she slowly wet her lips with the bare tip of her soft pink tongue. He stared at her mouth, mesmerised by the motion of her tongue against her lips, and then snapped himself out of it.

This game was turning dangerous for them both. It didnâ€™t matter. He couldnâ€™t stop now.

He had to see what would happen.

â€œSurrender to it,â€ he whispered, voice smooth and convincing.

Her fingertips barely grazed his skin and he was on fire. His eyes half closed as he absorbed the sensation of her warm caress heating his body. He hadnâ€™t expected this. He clawed back a modicum of control, telling himself this was just a game to annoy her, to make her feel weak. It shouldnâ€™t make him feel this way.

Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated as she stared at her fingers where they traced patterns on his chest. She was lost. He could smell the hint of arousal, the alluring pheromones coming off her.

He breathed in a voice of temptation, â€œImagine what it is like to kiss me.â€

Her gaze burned him, trailing fire over his body as it rose to his mouth. He stared at hers, imagining the silky glide of her lips against his and the brush of her tongue, the warmth of her.

â€œImagine what it is like to be kissed by me.â€ He smiled to reveal his extended fangs.

She jerked her hand away and then shoved him hard in the chest. He laughed. She stormed off into her room. A small cream table lamp took the brunt of her anger. It hit the wall not five feet from him and smashed into pieces, raining down on the kitchen counter. Heâ€™d expected her aim to be more accurate.

Lincoln forced his teeth to recede and listened to her tramping around her room. What was she doing? Was she looking for something else to throw at him? He didnâ€™t know why she was angry with him. All heâ€™d done was play a vicious game as she had been. Only his game was different. Instead of being designed to show her how much he hated her kind as hers was, it was designed to show her how curious she was about them and how tempting they were to her.

She walked back out of the bedroom.

He froze and stared at her.

The only trouble was she was becoming tempting herself.

The rose-coloured camisole hugged her upper body to the point where imagination wasnâ€™t necessary. It emphasised her breasts. They swayed as she moved towards him, free of a bra to restrain them. Dark blue jeans were moulded to her legs, revealing their slender shapely form. Her small feet were bare, her toes painted a sultry black.

She neared him and he raked his eyes back up her. They didnâ€™t make it to her face. She made sure of that. Her fingers skimmed across her chest, gathering the sheen of sweat there until it beaded against her skin. He swallowed. She stopped close to him, not three feet away. He couldnâ€™t take his eyes off what she was doing. The sensuality of it only heightened his desire for her, his want to take her and her blood for his own. He curled his hands into tight fists of restraint. It didnâ€™t stop his desire from rising. It was no use. He was captivated. She had turned his game against him and triggered thoughts that he shouldnâ€™t be entertaining. What they spoke of was forbidden. It was a sin to want a human.

He licked his lips and stepped towards her, still mesmerised by the motion of her fingers on her chest. A single drop of moisture slid down over the arc of her breast and into her cleavage. His lips parted in fascination and he looked at her. She smiled, all innocence laced with seduction. This was a cruel game to play with a man.

Another step.

She moved before he had time to react, reaching into her back pocket and pulling something out.

His eyes flicked to it.

A stake.

He leapt backwards.

She didnâ€™t attack.

His own weakness hit him with tremendous force. Sheâ€™d lured him in and had drawn her stake before heâ€™d even known what was happening. If sheâ€™d been serious about staking him, there was no telling what might have happened, but there was every possibility she would have hit her mark.

â€œNext time you try something, I will be armed, and I will kill you,â€ she said, voice dark and lethal.

She slipped the stake into her back pocket and walked towards him. His eyes followed her and he turned as she passed him, unwilling to show her his back. She grabbed the waste bin and pushed all the pieces of the lamp into it.

â€œAnd you owe me a new lamp.â€

Lincoln stared at Lilithâ€™s back, cocking his head to one side. Just below her neck and between her shoulder blades was a black tattoo. He stepped closer to see it better as she picked up her mug of tea. It was a sun surrounded by pointed rays and inside the circle of it was a crescent moon.

She turned to face him and sipped her drink. It had to be cold by now.

His little game would have seen to that.

In the end, he wasnâ€™t sure who the victor had been. Sheâ€™d touched him and heâ€™d seen in her eyes that she was curious. It didnâ€™t seem to go beyond that. Her scent had only shown a tiny sign of desire. If sheâ€™d been a vampire, she would have easily noticed the change in his own scent. Heâ€™d wanted her. Looking at her now, he still wanted her. The moment heâ€™d laid eyes on her, heâ€™d admitted to himself that she was attractive for a human. She called to him on some base level where he wasnâ€™t master.

There was no way he could act on the attraction he felt though. The law was there to prevent such trysts between vampires and humans, unless he intended to kill or turn her. He had to uphold the law regardless of his situation. If he survived this, he would face trial for conspiracy against his bloodline. He didnâ€™t need to add any more sins to his list or he would lessen his chances of making the Law Keepers release him rather than execute him.

â€œAre you even listening to me?â€ she said with such an air of irritation that he realised their game still had her flustered.

He wondered if she felt as flustered as he did. Did the hunters have laws to prevent such relationships too? He doubted it. Humans seemed a lawless race.

â€œFrom the look on your face, Iâ€™m guessing no.â€ She placed her mug down on the counter and glared at him. â€œI think we need a few ground rules, or Iâ€™m going to end up killing you before this assignment is complete.â€

He denied his urge to laugh at what sheâ€™d said. Laughing at her when she was already angry with him was going to get him nowhere, no matter how ridiculous her idea of being able to kill him was.

â€œWhat like?â€

â€œFirst, no walking around my apartment naked.â€

Lincoln looked down at himself. â€œI fail to see that I am nude. Half nude perhaps, but not nude.â€

Lilith frowned and narrowed her eyes into a look that might have killed him if heâ€™d been close enough. â€œSecond, I need a reason not to lock you in your room during the day.â€

â€œOther than the fact I could just pull the door off the hinges or kick it down?â€ Another sour look met his question. â€œAre you afraid I am going to attempt to kill you?â€

â€œIâ€™m afraid youâ€™re getting ideas above your station, demon.â€

He raised an eyebrow at her tone. Snide and derisive. It sounded familiar. She sounded like he used to.

â€œSpeak to me in that way again, and I will show you who is inferior.â€ His eyes switched to red for a moment, enough to give her a reminder of just what she was dealing with. There was only one reason he hadnâ€™t killed her yet, and that was because she might be key to his own survival. If she hadnâ€™t been, he wouldâ€™ve turned her into a delicious meal the first time sheâ€™d insulted him by grabbing him in her superiorâ€™s office.

She walked past him, evidently choosing to ignore his warning.

â€œI mean it. Youâ€™re surrounded by humans and theyâ€™re unlikely to ignore you. Itâ€™s our calling to kill creatures like you. The treatment the men gave you this morning was just a taster. Whatâ€™s to stop you from killing them next time?â€

The only thing stopping him from killing them was himself. He realised any other demands she might have were just padding to draw his attention away from how important this one was to her. She was worried about her friends and with good reason. He wouldnâ€™t think twice about killing any of them, anyone but her, unless it meant that she would take her services away and leave him vulnerable.

Could he honestly say what she wanted him to say? If pushed, he would push back. Instinct and years of training made him see her kind as below him, as nothing more than fodder for his species. She was asking something of him that he didnâ€™t know if he could do. He could only try.

He swallowed his pride and the bitter taste of his thoughts. To promise her this would be to lower himself, and that was something he wasnâ€™t used to. His heart rebelled against the idea.

â€œI will make a pact with you,â€ he said in a clear voice full of conviction even as his instinct told him to kill them all, to revel in their deaths and force her to help him.

â€œYour terms?â€ She seemed so confident and calm. There was a sparkle of victory in her eyes.

She had taken him down, kicked out his legs, bound his hands and forced him to submit to her, and all it had taken was the idea that she would turn her back on him and leave him to face his terrible fate alone.

â€œYou will protect me… and in exchange, I will give you my word not to kill any member of this compound.â€ Those words were easier to say than heâ€™d thought they would be.

A smile bowed her dusky lips. â€œAgreed.â€

He frowned and watched her moving around the apartment, gathering a black shirt from where it lay draped over the back of the dark brown couch and then checking a crossbow that sat on the coffee table beside the books.

Sheâ€™d agreed incredibly quickly. Heâ€™d thought sheâ€™d protest to the idea of having to protect him. Sheâ€™d accepted his terms without a momentâ€™s pause. He only wished he could accept hers so easily. This feeling of weakness and his reliance on a human sickened him. He needed to feel strong again.

â€œWhere are you going?â€ he said when she put the crossbow down, checked her stake was in her back pocket and then started putting her boots on.

She looked over at him, dark eyes still sparkling with diamonds and her smile.

â€œTo hunt,â€ she said.

No wonder she sounded so happy. He stared into the distance as he remembered what it felt like to huntâ€”the rush, the thrill, and the beauty of violence. Heâ€™d always been happy when heâ€™d been going out to hunt. A vampire hunter had to feel something similar.

â€œI would be interested to see you hunt.â€ He moved to block her path to the door.

Her wide eyes spoke of shock. It soon gave way to something else. She held her head high and looked him over, assessing him. What was going through her mind?

â€œGet dressed then,â€ she said with a half smile. â€œAnd Iâ€™ll show you just what hunters are made of.â€

* * * *

Lilithâ€™s muscles screamed in protest as she tried to push herself that bit harder. It was too much to ask of her tiring body. There was no way she could keep running at this pace. It was too fast.

Lincoln was edging away from her, taking the lead now.

Sheâ€™d valiantly kept up with him, wanting to catch the demon before he did for the sake of her pride as a hunter. It was impossible. He was relentless and showed no sign of stopping or slowing.

The dark clouds above surrendered to the pressure of their load and heavy rain fell, drenching the pavement and road, and turning the grass embankment slippery in an instant. She ran onto the path and pushed on, not wanting to admit that she was beginning to slow down. She could continue. She could keep up with him. It wasnâ€™t about the demon anymore. It was about Lincoln being better than her.

She hated that.

Even with her gift and her natural strength, even though she could outrun any hunter in Section Seven, she couldnâ€™t beat him.

He had to be tiring now, surely? Theyâ€™d chased the demon across the city and no one, not even a vampire, could keep running forever.

Stopping dead, she keeled over and grasped her knees.

A vampire hunter definitely couldnâ€™t.

She breathed hard through burning lungs as her body shut down, shrieking with pain. It was useless. She couldnâ€™t go on.

Heâ€™d won.

Closing her eyes, she fought to level out her breathing. Her throat was sore and tight, her chest wheezing with each lungful of air she dragged in and exhaled.

â€œThe demon is getting away.â€ Lincoln didnâ€™t sound as though he was mocking her. Her heart said that he was. The matter of fact tone heâ€™d adopted didnâ€™t hide his underlying thoughts behind those words. He knew heâ€™d won. Heâ€™d bested her when sheâ€™d brought him out on a hunt with her to prove her strength and superior skills.

â€œLet it,â€ she rasped through a sticky throat and dry mouth, dying a little more.

It took all the energy she had left just to raise her head and look at him.

He towered above her, black hair slicked by the rain and forming spikes against his forehead. Droplets raced down his cheeks to his chin and fell to his chest. His clothes were soaked, sticking the black t-shirt to his chest and making her think of this evening.

She couldnâ€™t believe that sheâ€™d touched him. Worse than that, sheâ€™d wanted to. His words had been so convincing, making the temptation rise in her until sheâ€™d no longer wanted to resist it. Sheâ€™d wanted to feel him and know all those things heâ€™d whispered.

â€œI could go on alone,â€ he said and again there wasnâ€™t a trace of malice in his voice.

He seemed to be enjoying the hunt, and it didnâ€™t seem to bother him what he was hunting. Sheâ€™d dispatched a weakling vampire with all the grace, speed and skill sheâ€™d wanted to show him. The fight had been short, but not as short as his one against another weakling.

Heâ€™d killed it with one blow.

It had taken seconds.

Then the demon had shown up and sheâ€™d seen her chance to show him that she was better than him.

Only heâ€™d beaten her that time too.

Heâ€™d outrun her and he didnâ€™t even look as though heâ€™d broken a sweat. Did vampires sweat? They probably didnâ€™t.

Straightening, she peered into his dark eyes. The light was bad, sickly yellow sodium that did nothing to illuminate his face. She didnâ€™t see any sign of fatigue though.

â€œArenâ€™t you tired?â€ she said and then wondered when sheâ€™d fallen onto such easy terms with him. A part of her said to rebel and treat him as she had when sheâ€™d first met him. She was too tired to go through with it. Maybe tomorrow sheâ€™d give him hell again.

She hadnâ€™t realised how close he was to her until he shifted slightly. He was barely three feet away. It compounded the strange notion sheâ€™d come up with earlier in the night. He was always close to her. Was it his need for protection driving him to stay so near, or something else? His desire for her blood? He hadnâ€™t hidden that back at her apartment. Heâ€™d bite her if she let him, of that she was sure. This was different though. It was as though he couldnâ€™t leave her side, as though they were one and the same. She didnâ€™t like that thought. It made her stomach turn and made conflict ring in her head.

Her gaze fell to his hand. The angle of their bodies made it close to hers. There was strength in those large hands and long fingers. Sheâ€™d felt it when heâ€™d held her wrist and seen it when heâ€™d killed the weakling.

Her hand shifted to her pocket where she kept her stake, and she went rigid and alert as a noise broke the silence. Down the road, a man crossed over to the other side. She slumped back into a more relaxed position and lowered her hand. Lincoln moved a step closer and her attention was with him again. He looked thoughtful and then shrugged.

â€œI am certain that I will need a good stretch come tomorrow night.â€ He laughed and she noticed his extended fangs. They glistened in the streetlight, capturing her attention until she was staring at his mouth. Would it hurt?

That thought shocked her and she backed away a step, distancing herself from him as though that would rid her of the things going around her head.

â€œI know what you are thinking,â€ he said.

Her heart hammered at the idea he might, that any cocky comment he was about to make might actually be true.

â€œYou do?â€ Her voice shook.

â€œThey take a while to get used to when talking,â€ he said and relief filled her, swift and calming. â€œThere is a lot of bloodied tongue at first… not that that is a bad thing.â€

The idea of that should have repulsed her. She knew that. For some reason it didnâ€™t sicken her to the extent sheâ€™d thought it would. She frowned and rubbed her temples. This was all getting horribly complicated and she was beginning to lose perspective.

He was a vampire.

She killed vampires.

Thatâ€™s all there was to it.

She hated his kind. He used hers as food or for amusement and then food.

Her heart whispered a reminder that he wasnâ€™t just a demon now, not to her. Heâ€™d somehow made himself almost human. She was beginning to forget what he truly was. He was starting to become something other than an enemy.

Her eyes fell to his mouth again and the sight of it stirred thoughts sheâ€™d been trying to repress all nightâ€”his teeth, his lips, his kiss.

His fangs receded, shifting back into normal teeth, and he flashed a winsome smile.

â€œThe demon?â€ he said in a voice that sounded distant to her ears.

â€œLet it go.â€

What was happening to her?

She was still staring at his mouth when her senses screamed of danger. Her instinct kicked in, her training taking over. Her hand shot to her stake. She turned to face their attacker.

The man that had crossed the road changed in front of her eyes. In the space of a heartbeat, heâ€™d sprouted a curling pair of horns and tattered leathery wings that beat the air. Razor-sharp teeth cut across his widening mouth and scales erupted over his body. The demon unleashed an ear-splitting shriek that had her desperate to cover her ears.

Another heartbeat and it flew upwards, out of her reach, heading into the darkness.

It had taken Lincoln with it.

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Celebrate the New Year with a new vampire erotic romance series!

Posted on 1st January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

The first book in my new erotic vampire romance series, Vampire Erotic Theatre, has hit Amazon Kindle stores nice and early. If you’re a Kindle user, you can get your hands on COVET (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1) for just $2.99 or Â£1.99 or EUR 2.99 depending on where you’re shopping.

Covet will be available on other retailers such as Barnes and Noble Nook store, Sony Reader Store, Apple iBookstores, and Kobo Books soon. I’ll post when it reaches them.

Here’s the blurb, cover, and links to the Amazon Kindle stores. TheÂ book also includes a preview of the second book in the series, Crave, which will be released on March 10th 2012

ebook price: $2.99 / Â£1.99 / EUR 2.99
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 30000 words
rating: sultry
released: January 2012
Book 1 in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series

Available in e-book on Amazon Kindle from:
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006RW977M/
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