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News about Seduce and the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, plus my 2013 release schedule
Firstly, I don’t like this new Blogger dashboard. It’s just not intuitive for me and posting takes so much longer now, and it’s a pain to get from writing a post, to viewing my blog.
Now that little grumble is out of the way, on to the good stuff.
I’ve been hard at work this week, which has been less of a challenge than I expected considering that I’ve just returned from three weeks off galavanting around Europe. I like that word. Galavanting. It’s wholly underused (even in its other variation, gallivanting). I had thought I would be slow to get back into work again but the lure of polishing a book had been chomping at the bit to get to work and it was annoying having to do the whole catching up with emails, interviews, etc, thing that often happens when people return to work from a holiday.
I’ve been polishing Seduce, the next book in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, and it has been an absolute pleasure. Antoine is really going to make you melt in his story and I think he’ll be claiming a few hearts among you all. Snow shows his true colours, in both extremes, his darkness and his light. It’s a real emotion-fest, full of passion and temptation, and wickedness, and some revelations that will have you aching for both Snow and Antoine.
And now I’ve almost said too much. I don’t want to give away any juicy details but it’s hard because I do love to share everything about my books. I don’t want to spoil the book for everyone though, so I’m zipping my lips. You’ll just have to read it when it comes out in June, but you will get a good Snow fix from this one… although it might just leave you gasping for more and panting for his book.
Next on my agenda is figuring out how to maximise my promotion efforts. I’ve been tinkering here and there with them, but I haven’t been totally committed to my marketing work and have often slacked off in favour of writing, editing, or just procrastinating on Facebook and Twitter and chatting to everyone. I think it’s something all authors suffer. We just want to write write write and play with our characters and series, but we have to do the harder work too, and sometimes it sucks. Sometimes my energy gets so low that I can’t face promoting my books. It’s so easy to get disheartened when you see no comments on posts you’ve made, or book tour stops, or the only time you get people to come out of their shell is when you’re running a competition… and it’s doubly disheartening when you see other authors doing tremendously and being everywhere at once. At times like that, it’s difficult to muster the enthusiasm for marketing. You just want to hide in your cave and write. I’m sure many authors out there know exactly what I’m talking about. We shouldn’t judge our success by measuring it against how others are doing, but we do.
I’m putting together my writing and editing schedule for the rest of the year soon and hoping that I can stick to it by allowing enough time for each project. Normally I underestimate or cut it close to the bone, so I’m determined now to make a schedule that allows for the odd off-day here and there.
One of the positive things I’m taking away from today is that my ENT (ear, nose and throat) appointment went really well and at the moment it looks as though I won’t need another operation on my ear. It’s a relief as I hate being knocked out and my husband hates it too. I think it gets to him worse than it does to me as he has to be awake while I’m in the operating theatre, waiting hours for me to come out from recovery.
I still can’t believe I had an ENT appointment today and still managed to get my polish of Seduce finished today, a whole day early. I guess I have been sitting in Starbucks for 6 hours solid though, so I shouldn’t be surprised. I did reward myself for my stunning focus today (normally I get sleepy drowsy periods every hour where I just yawn a lot and get all hazy… the perils of being a writer and having to focus for long periods, especially when editing, where the danger is that it just turns into reading) and lack of procrastinating by having a skinny mocha. Yum. I don’t need the extra calories but who cares?
Next week I’m going to be working on Enslave, and then the next project is the second draft of Her Demonic Angel. I’ve been writing down editing notes and ideas for both of these stories over the past few weeks, and have plans for how to improve them and really crank up the heat and the tension. I’m on a real high with my books at the moment, feeling really positive because of all the love the releases this year have been getting, and I’m hoping it continues as I write Bewitch and Unleash for the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, and then figure out what needs to be written next for release in 2013. I’d love to get another Her Angel series story out and two more Vampires Realm series novels. Yes, it’s going to be another five releases year.
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Saturday Snippets – Crave – vampire erotic romance novella excerpt
It’s time for this week’s Saturday Snippet from one of my paranormal romance books. While I’m away, my snippets are going to be full chapters as it’s far easier to just post a whole chapter than try to hunt down a teasing snippet. So, here’s another full length Saturday Snippet from a very sexy paranormal romance book.
CRAVE
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 wasn’t as though Callum hadn’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 wouldn’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 hadn’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 couldn’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 didn’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 wouldn’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 didn’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 didn’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 couldn’t sense any bad feelings between them so it wasn’t an act put on for the sake of the patrons and the human bartender.
Callum’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 wouldn’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 tonight’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 wasn’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 couldn’t turn a human. Her bite wouldn’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 hadn’t gone down until he had tended to it.
It was coming back as he watched her, his thoughts diving down routes they shouldn’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.
“I’ll take one of those,†a female voice said right beside him, “and tall, dark and sexy here is paying.â€
He was?
Callum frowned and turned to say that he damn well wasn’t paying for her drink and froze as his eyes fell on the female werewolf. He felt the vampire bartender’s gaze on him, sensed him waiting to see what Callum’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.
“You’ve been watching me like I’m a bitch in heat and you’re an alpha. What gives?†She wasn’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. “I’m just here on business, and I’m definitely not an alpha. I’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.
“A vampire with a definite hard-on for a species most of his kind would see as disgusting and forbidden,†she said over the rapid beat of the music, lifted the cocktail stick and cherry from her drink, and popped it into her mouth.
Callum’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.
“I don’t have a hard-on for your species… just you.†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 couldn’t fail to realise where he had gone wrong. His fangs cut into his lower lip. He hadn’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 hadn’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. The crowd kept closing behind her, blocking his way and frustrating him. He pushed through them, his senses tracking her so he didn’t lose her again. She wasn’t heading out of the club at least. The expansive dark club only had one exit and that was the other way, beyond the bar. She was either heading towards the booths that lined the edges of the room or the dance floor itself. Was she planning on losing him in the throng of people? It would be difficult to track her in amongst so many signatures. There were several other werewolves in the club tonight. Their presence would help mask hers even though he knew her scent now, had instinctively put it to memory when kissing her. Devil, she had tasted so wicked and delicious.
Callum licked the faint trace of blood off his lips and finally broke through the crowd around the bar, coming out near the edge of the dance floor. The heavy beat of the music pounded through his body, thrumming in his veins, pushing the tension mounting inside him, the need to find her and have her in his arms again.
The need to taste her lips.
He scoured the dancers and spotted her heading closer to the DJ. The lights flashed brightest there, hurting his eyes, and the volume of the music would be unbearable that close to the speakers. She knew vampires well. Her species could move around during the day so they weren’t as sensitive to light and her hearing wasn’t as acute when she was in her human form. She stopped there and danced with a male. He couldn’t tell whether her partner was human or werewolf, but he was immense, taller and broader than Callum was. She had intentionally chosen a place that would hurt him and had now selected a partner who could easily protect her. Her wiliness told Callum that the male would be a werewolf.
He only wondered why she no longer looked confident. Her gaze constantly darted about as she danced with the man, her body held at a distance from his, as though she was afraid to get any closer. Why would she fear her own kind?
That question and the challenge she had issued by choosing to dance with an immense werewolf in an area that was uncomfortable for Callum drove him onto the dance floor. He moved through the crowd, his gaze constantly on her, studying her face and the flicker of fear that was gradually surfacing in her eyes. The usual confident shine in them was gone by the time he was within a few metres of her.
The male werewolf caught her shoulders, turned her around and dragged her back against his bulky body, caging her there with a thick forearm across her stomach. His black t-shirt stretched over an obscene amount of muscle and Callum considered the insanity of approaching such a male. Although he was likely older than the werewolf, and vampires were inherently more powerful, his build was almost slender compared to him and he was a good few inches shorter too. That could be an advantage though. A lower centre of gravity gave him a more solid footing than his monolithic rival and his slimmer build gave him the advantage of speed. He could probably incapacitate the werewolf with only minimal injury to himself.
However.
There were two other male werewolves seated on the curved dark leather seat of the booth behind the male dancing with the woman, and both of them were watching the couple. Three glasses stood on the oval black table in the centre of the booth. The male was with them.
One werewolf he might be able to handle.
Three would crush him.
It should have stopped him from pursuing the woman, but his feet still propelled him forwards, towards what could only be a bloody and painful future.
He couldn’t turn back now that he had tasted her.
He hungered for another touch, another taste.
He craved her.
And he would have her.
Crave
Felicity Heaton
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
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Saturday Snippets – Covet – vampire erotic romance novella excerpt
It’s time for this week’s Saturday Snippet from one of my paranormal romance books. While I’m away, my snippets are going to be full chapters as it’s far easier to just post a whole chapter than try to hunt down a teasing snippet. So, here’s your first full length Saturday Snippet from a very sexy paranormal romance book.
COVET
Lilah didn’t pause to watch the show as she cleaned the boxes, preparing the red velvet seats for the coming week. She pulled another of the covers off the plush soft seats and hit it with the palm of her hand to beat out any dust that had managed to creep under the protective cream material. The murmur of the crowd below drew her attention to them. She pressed her hands into the small of her back, stretching her spine, and sighed. Preparations for the new season were always tiring but she had been working harder than ever tonight, hoping that Callum would notice and that Javier’s punishment would be less severe because of it.
She wasn’t sorry that she had hit Victor. She was surprised.
She had expected him to stop her or evade her fist. He must have been more caught up in what he had been doing than she had thought.
Lilah removed the cover off the final chair in the elegant gold and red box, folded it and set it down on the pile near the red velvet curtain that shielded the private area from the corridor that ran between all the boxes. During the main season, the aristocrat vampires used the boxes, separating themselves from the elite who sat in the rows of seats filling the theatre below. She had never cleaned the boxes before.
She ran her fingers over the carved wooden top of the hip-height wall around the box. Antoine had arranged the cleaning of the exterior and repainting of the interior during the closed period so the cream paint was perfect, highlighted with beautiful gold that one of the decorators had told her was real. Only the best for the aristocrats.
Lilah leaned against the edge of the box and looked down at the crowd as they watched the show on the grand stage to her left. How did the aristocrats feel when they sat up here, looking down on their weaker kin? Was that why they preferred the boxes? So they could look down on vampires they believed were weaker and less worthy than they were? She had never understood the sense of separation between them. To her, it didn’t matter how pure their blood was or what lineage they were from. They were all vampires.
She had never believed in their existence until Lord Ashville had found her on the streets and forced his blood down her throat, bonding with her and claiming her as a sort of slave. His blood in her veins linked her to him but she hadn’t seen him in a long time and she didn’t care. She hated him and wished she could break free of his rule, had tried to escape his mansion many times, so many that he had grown tired of her and sent her here along with another of his humans. She hadn’t realised what sort of place the theatre was until she had caught her first glimpse of the show. She had blushed a thousand shades of red and hadn’t been able to take her eyes off the stage, watching the perversion playing out on it, the bloodletting and debauched erotic acts.
Lilah was used to it now and rarely stopped to watch, and she made sure that she was never in sight of the stage during the final act. The first time she had witnessed that, she had discovered the true nature of vampires. The scent of human blood had driven them into a frenzy, both the vampires on stage and those in the audience. It had even reduced the aristocrats, with their fine airs and graces, to slavering beasts, their red eyes bright and sharpened fangs dripping with saliva.
That was the reason why she didn’t understand the separation between elite and aristocrat. When it came down to it, all of them hungered for human blood and couldn’t resist the smell of it. They were all beasts in human form.
A brief flicker of golden light drew her gaze down to the door below the boxes opposite her, close to the front of the stage. The door slowly shut and she shifted her focus forwards, past Antoine where he stood to one side watching the show, blending into the darkness that edged the theatre, to the vampire who had exited from backstage.
Javier.
It was dark where he crossed the theatre using the strip of open red carpet between the raised black stage and the front row of the audience, but she knew it was him. She would recognise his fine athletic figure anywhere and the haphazard mess of his sandy brown hair. His suit jacket was gone but other than that he hadn’t changed from when she had seen him earlier. Her heart had lodged in her throat when she had looked up to find him there, watching her, his rich chocolate eyes intent on her and stirring heat in her veins. She had thought he would say something about what she had done, would berate her in front of everyone, and had even braced herself for the hard edge his words would have. When he had spoken, his tone had been surprisingly soft, warm with his Spanish accent lacing the words. She could listen to him forever, sometimes drifted away when he was issuing orders to the staff first thing in the evening and last thing in the morning, imagining him speaking close to her ear. Just the memory of his voice had her heartbeat accelerating, a flush of heat sweeping over her skin. Her teeth teased her lower lip. She had to stop torturing herself like this. Javier would never do such a thing with her. He had taken care of her over the past two years but he took care of all his staff, whether they were vampire or human. She wasn’t special to him.Lilah leaned forwards, following him until he disappeared beneath her. Was he coming up?
He had said that he would speak to her later about what she had done. She both feared it and looked forward to it.
She picked up the broom again, intending to sweep the floor so she would look busy if Javier was coming to see her, but her gaze caught on the show.
Three men were pleasuring one woman in the middle of the luxurious red and gold stage set, all of them vampires right now, but she knew that would change before the final act. It was early in the show. With each act, things grew a little more risqué and a lot darker. The moans of the four vampires writhing naked on stage filled the theatre, the rapt audience watching in silence. The woman sat reclined on a red velvet armchair, her legs splayed over the arms and a man between them. Another stood to one side of her, one hand tangled in her blonde hair, holding her mouth to his cock as he thrust into it, his other hand on the erection of the man behind the armchair, pumping it as he kissed him. Lilah tried to drag her eyes away but found that she couldn’t when another two women joined the group, both of them human and both of them under the thrall of two of the vampires on stage. She could tell it by their glassy expressions. They walked calmly forwards on black stiletto heels, their sheer feather-trimmed baby dolls barely concealing their breasts and the black leather thongs they wore. Two of the naked men broke away from the vampire female as the third man pulled her onto her knees on the armchair and thrust into her from behind, causing her to cry out.
The two female humans approached the male vampires who held them under their thrall, teetering on the heels now, a hint of nerves flickering on their faces. The males were lessening their control over them, letting them see where they were and that an audience was watching them. The scent of their fear would satisfy the gathered elite and the humans would still be under the vampires’ spells enough that they wouldn’t think to escape.
The human women sat down on the two red leather couches positioned in the middle of the stage, one on each. Crimson spotlights bathed them, making them look as though blood covered their skin. In perfect synchronisation, the broad bare male vampires crouched before their woman, lifted the opposite leg to each other and started to kiss along it from ankle to knee.
It wasn’t turning her on.
Lilah told herself it a thousand times over but the sight of the vampire couple fornicating at the front of the stage and the forced seduction happening behind them had her heart pounding and her nipples hardening against the tight top of her uniform dress.
“I need to question you about Victor.†Javier’s deep accented voice coming from behind her caused her to drop her broom and turn.
She panted hard, startled and trying to get her arousal under control so he wouldn’t sense it.
His dark brown gaze slid to the stage and then back to her.
Lilah quickly bent to pick up her broom. When she straightened, Javier’s eyes were on her dress, his pupils wide in the low light coming up from below. The moans on stage grew louder and she tried to ignore them and push the images of the couples out of her mind.
“Why did you hit Victor?†Javier said, more composed than she was. Didn’t the show affect him at all? He had crossed the theatre without pausing to watch and his eyes were fixed on her now. She had heard that he and his partners had been running the theatre for almost a century. He had probably grown immune to whatever was playing out on the stage.
“Because he was hurting Nia.†It came out blunter than she had intended and she added, “Sir.â€
Javier’s eyebrow rose. “Victor said you had no grounds to strike him.â€
“Then he’s a liar and a bastard.â€
“He’s an elite.†The darkness in his tone was reprimand enough to Lilah. She bowed her head.
“My apologies.†She couldn’t bring herself to look at Javier so she glanced to one side when she brought her head back up. It was a mistake. The act on stage was getting hotter, with the two humans now kneeling on the couches and swallowing the rigid cocks of their partners as they stood before them. She ripped her gaze away and closed her eyes, figuring it was safer. That way she didn’t risk seeing the anger in Javier’s eyes or the debauchery on stage, and she could keep a clear head. “He was forcing himself on Nia and she told him to stop. When he didn’t, I hit him. I thought he might stop and block me.â€
“He said Nia was cut. He was under the influence of his hunger. That is why he didn’t stop.â€
That made sense. “Nia cut her hand on some glass. A mirror in the main dressing room had broken. We had to clean it up and she cut herself.â€
He muttered a ripe curse in Spanish and stepped towards her. “Were you cut?â€
Lilah opened her eyes, looked up into the dark pools of his, and shook her head. “No.â€
The relief that swamped his eyes surprised her and sent fear into her blood. What if she had been the one to cut herself? Would Victor have tried to touch her and taste her instead? Would Nia have tried to stop him or would she have let him hurt her?
“You must be more careful around our kind,†Javier said and she nodded slowly, unable to take her eyes off his.
The moans from the stage grew louder and she blushed when Javier looked towards the performance.
“Will I be punished?†She tried to shut out the sounds. Javier’s gaze returned to her and he shook his head.
“Victor overstepped the line.†He frowned and turned quiet for so long that she couldn’t ignore the noises coming from the stage. She glanced across at them. Javier’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you like to watch them?â€
Her eyes shot wide and she instantly shook her head. He stepped closer, slid his hand over her jaw in a way that had her shivering and her breath quaking, and carefully turned her face towards the stage. His thumb and fingers remained against her face, holding her gently, warming her down to her bones and causing a flood of arousal to sweep through her.
He traced his hand down her throat and stepped up behind her. What was he doing? She trembled under his touch, anticipating pain from it but feeling nothing but pleasure.
“Does it arouse you when you watch them fucking?†he breathed into her ear and she shivered, her eyelids dropping, a ripple of shock running over her skin at hearing him say such a thing.
“I don’t watch them,†she whispered, her voice barely there.
“You were watching them when I arrived.†He ran his thumb up her throat and claimed her jaw again. How long had he been watching her before he had said something and torn her attention away from the show? Had he enjoyed watching her while she watched the performance, unaware of his presence and his eyes on her? The thought that he might have sent heat into her blood that pooled in her abdomen, tightening it with arousal.
She couldn’t take her eyes off the show now but she wasn’t taking any of it in. All of her focus was on Javier where he stood behind her, so close that his hip was against her bottom. Why was he doing this? Why wasn’t it hurting her? Was there no pleasure in his touch, no sense of desire inside him as he ran his hands over her throat and pressed his body close to hers?
Lilah sharply turned her head towards him. He was so close to her that his breath skated over her lips, her chin touching his cheek. The darkness of desire in his eyes was unmistakable. There was hunger in his touch, in the way he forced her to face the stage again, clutching her jaw and lowering his mouth to her throat.
He drew in a long shaky breath and pressed his brow against the side of her head. “You smell so good… such a temptation.â€
He wanted her. Her knees weakened beneath her, legs going slack at the feel of him pressed against her back, his hands firm on her body.
Lilah’s breathing quickened and she stared at the three couples on stage, her heart racing and blood thundering. Javier reached around her and slid his hand over hers where it gripped the pole of the broom. He took it from her and let it fall to the ground as he pressed soft kisses to her bare shoulder and the nape of her neck. They tickled, sending shiver after shiver through her, dizzying her.
This was so wrong.
But that only made it feel more right.
She had wanted him for so long, had craved the feel of his hands on her body, ached to know what it would feel like to be with him. She had never thought it possible though, had thought her bond to Lord Ashville would prevent it and pain her if she accepted the touch of the man she desired with all of her heart.
Javier licked the nape of her neck near her hairline, teasing her, and she couldn’t stop herself from arching her backside into him. He groaned and cursed softly in her ear, kissing it and nibbling it with blunt teeth.
“Watch them,†he whispered into her ear and licked the lobe, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. “Keep watching them while I touch you.â€
She nodded and bit back a groan when he slid his hands down over her stomach and then around to her backside, palming it through her short dress. He suckled the lobe of her ear and then kissed her throat and ran his hands up her sides, pressing them in hard as he passed over her ribs. He cupped her breasts and stepped into her. The feel of his erection against her bottom sent a new hot flood of arousal pooling between her thighs. Was this really happening? She felt as though she was imagining it, as though it was a fevered fantasy brought on by watching the show and seeing him crossing the theatre towards her. It didn’t feel real.
“You cannot deny me this,†he uttered into her ear and she trembled at the command in his tone, the hunger that roughened it. “I will have you.â€
Lilah didn’t want to deny him, but the thought that he wouldn’t let her only served to arouse her further, making her heart skip a beat as his strong hands kneaded her breasts through the confines of her short black dress.
She would never deny him.
No matter the consequences.
He was worth the risk.
And she would have him.
Covet
Felicity Heaton
They’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 Lilah’s master keep them apart forever?
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Special Interview – Talking to Snow from my Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series
It’s time for a very special interview now and one I am sure will get lots of you posting comments. I’ve finally managed to get some time with Snow from my Vampire Erotic Theatre series. It’s very difficult to get a moment with him where my life isn’t in danger.
I am sitting on the edge of a very wicked looking queen-sized bed that puts a new spin on the traditional four-poster. While the black silk sheets and fluffed up pillows make it look luxurious and comfortable, the thick metal posts that end in wide steel plates bolted to the ceiling and floor give it a torture chamber feel that might make most women in my position question their safety.
Not me though. I sit here undaunted, my companion watching me with intense aquamarine eyes, studying me for a reaction. The immense aristocrat vampire male lays reclined on his pillows, free of his restraints, wearing black jeans and a black robe. His overlong white hair is a stark contrast against the darkness of his surroundings.
FH: I like what you’ve done with the place. It certainly has a nice dangerous-but-irresistible vibe about it. Did you decorate your apartment yourself?
SNOW: *frowns* Antoine helped. He thinks it’s a little sombre and does not help my mood or do me any good, but I like it. It is home and the fewer distractions I have, the more I can concentrate on what is important during the long hours I spend in this room.
FH: Like battling your bloodlust?
SNOW: You are not afraid to say things straight and I like that. It’s refreshing. Lilah pretends not to notice the chains or the restraints, or the dents in my bedposts where I have fought against my captivity when lost to my darker urges. Antoine dances around the subject of my sickness and with good reason. He does not say it, but I know he fears that he will follow me down this dark path one day.
FH: It must be difficult for you both. What about you, are you worried that your younger brother may one day succumb to bloodlust as you have?
SNOW: *eyes narrow* I would never allow that to happen. While I only give my brother despair for his future, he blesses me with hope for mine. Even in my darkest hours, I cling to the dream that one day I may be sane enough to venture outside without fear of losing control.
FH: You seem well tonight though.
SNOW: *snorts* I am blessed with a moment of sanity. A brief reprieve. It will not last. We have tried so many different ways of combating the disease but it is too deep in my system. I can gain a few hours of lucidity at times, cutting myself free of the vines that bind my sanity and my relentless hunger, but I cannot destroy the roots of this corruption. It is in my blood and my genes. The vines re-grow and burrow deeper into me than before and I am lost again.
FH: I’m sure you will find a way to gain enough control over your bloodlust to live a normal life one day, Snow. Never give up hope. Antoine works so hard to find new methods. It would kill him if he lost you.
SNOW: I know… but I am not sure I am worth saving. I am not worth the sacrifices he makes. He can learn from the mistakes in our past and lead a normal life. I have done nothing to deserve his love and devotion.
FH: You’re his brother, and from what I’ve heard, you were like a father to him because of your age gap. You helped raise him and he loves you. I don’t think he’ll ever give up on finding a cure for your bloodlust, and not because he wants to cure himself. Now, enough talk about this. I’m sure dwelling on it only makes you feel worse.
SNOW: *smiles and it’s devastating*
FH: You know, so many ladies want to be the one to help you and when you smile like that, I think about joining them. How about we talk a little about you?
SNOW: I thought we had been talking about me? *moves on the bed and his black robe falls open, the satin spilling down his bare chest to reveal it*
FH: *stares unabashedly* Did you say something?
SNOW: I’m up here *clicks his fingers and my gaze snaps up to his gorgeous icy eyes* *laughs* Women, you’re all the same. I said, I thought we had been talking about me?
FH: No, we were talking about your bloodlust but that doesn’t define you. You care a great deal about your brother and the people here, don’t you?
SNOW: *looks pensive* I love Antoine, and Javier and Callum are like family to me… and Lilah too. They are my family… *red rings his irises*
FH: Snow? *touches his hand* Come back to me.
SNOW: *raises his head* Huh? *looks startled but the red fades* Sorry. Sometimes it creeps up on me. Where were we?
FH: Talking about the Vampirerotique family and you. I’m sure the readers would like to know more about you. Let’s cover the basics for them. Where are you from?
SNOW: Where aren’t I from? I was born in Norway, around two thousand years ago. We travelled from those cold lands and when Antoine came into the world we were settled in Switzerland.
FH: It explains the mixed accents. There’s a thousand year age gap between you and Antoine. What was it like suddenly having a little brother?
SNOW: It kept me grounded. I watched over him, taught him, helped raise him.
FH: It’s more like he was your son than your brother. Would you ever have children?
SNOW: *growls* No.
FH: Okay.
SNOW: *slumps into his black pillows* I could never trust myself around them.
FH: What about around other people’s children? *he shakes his head* That’s a shame. If Antoine ever fathered a child, would you help him raise it?
SNOW: *looks pained* I would leave until it had grown. I am not to be trusted. Antoine would want me to be involved, to hold the babe… what if I… no. I would have to leave.
FH: That would hurt Antoine.
SNOW: I know, but it doesn’t matter. His pain would be one thousand times worse if I harmed his child.
FH: That’s sort of sad.
SNOW: *growls* I think you should leave too. I do not need your pity.
FH: *squeezes his hand* I know. I wasn’t pitying you. I was pitying Antoine and the child. You would make a good uncle, even if you don’t believe it. They would miss out on all the love you would give the child. You have a gentle side.
SNOW: *scoffs* You know that is a lie.
FH: Nope. I don’t. I know you, Snow. You may growl and snarl and push people away, but you have a softer side. You care a lot about Lilah, and your brother, and the others here. You’re just afraid you’ll lose control.
SNOW: With good reason. I still want you to leave.
FH: Nope on that front too. I have some more questions. I know this will come up when readers read this so, when was the last time you were in a physical relationship?
SNOW: *eyes widen* As in, love?
FH: Love, lust, either.
SNOW: Shortly after my bloodlust emerged several centuries ago. She discovered my secret and we parted company.
FH: Is that a fancy way of saying she dumped you, because if you want, I’ll track her down and kick her arse.
SNOW: *smiles at last* I would pay to see that. You are quite formidable. I am sure you would be the victor… but our parting was mutual. I told her about what was happening to me and that whatever was happening between us would never become what she desired it to be, and that I thought it best we no longer saw each other.
FH: That sounds a lot like you dumped her. It’s an old-world “it’s not you, it’s me†speech if you ask me.
SNOW: It is a good job that no one asked you then. *smiles wider* I have not been with a female since then.
FH: I bet there have been offers though. *grins* Lots of them. *he smiles again* That’s a yes. What sort of woman would it take to get you to say yes?
SNOW: She would need to be strong, very capable of handling me when the bloodlust strikes, and… this conversation is pointless. There is no female in this world capable of handling me when my darker urges seize control.
FH: Never say never. I bet there’s a woman out there who can handle everything about you, Snow, and when you meet her, she is going to rock your world.
SNOW: *shakes his head* I highly doubt that. Perhaps a female would be interested in me while I am sane but once my bloodlust emerges, she would move on.
FH: The right woman wouldn’t. Would you like a woman in your life?
SNOW: *frowns at his knees* Perhaps. I see Javier with Lilah and… it does not matter. It will never happen. I would like to rest now. My head aches.
FH: *strokes his white hair* How about I read to you for a while?
SNOW: I would like that. *settles onto his side*
FH: Um, off you go reader. I think this interview is officially over. *picks up Snow’s worn copy of War and Peace and strokes his hair with her other hand as she reads* Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes…
If you would like to pose a question to Snow, leave it in a comment and I will ask him to answer it for you when he’s feeling a bit better.
Readers will be able to learn more about Snow in Antoine’s book, Seduce, which is due for release on June 23rd 2012.
There are currently two highly erotic and emotionally charged books out in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series and both of them have Snow in them:
Covet
They’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 Lilah’s master keep them apart forever?
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Crave
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
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My favourite scene from Seduce – Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series book three
I’ve chosen many of my favourite scenes from my paranormal romance books and posted them this weekend for you all to enjoy, but they’ve all been from my previous releases.
Since we’re in the final day of my Birthday Bash event, I thought I would select a scene from one of my future releases, and the one that I just had to choose for my final favourite scene was a moment from Seduce, the third book in my Vampire Erotic Theatre series that is due for release in late June.
If you’ve purchased Crave, then you’ve probably already read the first chapter in Seduce as it appears in the back of the ebook. I’m going to post the second chapter as my favourite scene. There are other moments that might deserve to be the star of this special post but those would give too much away about the book… so without further ado, here’s a sexy scene from Seduce!
My Favourite Scene From…
Seduce
Sera paced in front of the black stage in the empty theatre. She had arrived a full thirty minutes early for her appointment. An appointment she hadn’t realised she’d had. Callum hadn’t specified a time for her interview. He had just said to come by when the theatre was closed. So she had.
The woman who had shown her into the theatre had been very kind. One of the staff based on her short black dress that revealed far too much leg and bosom. Sera reminded herself that she couldn’t really judge the woman by the clothes she wore. After all, it was her uniform and Sera herself was trying out for a position as some sort of on-stage whore. What on Earth must the woman have thought of her? Perhaps Sera should have asked to interview for a position as one of the staff. Cleaning seemed infinitely more appealing, and possible for her, than being a performer in the shows. Antoine still would have met with her so they could sign her employment contracts. Was it too late to change her mind?
She continued her pacing, her eyes roaming over the deep red velvet curtain that closed off most of the stage, leaving only a strip of painted black boards around three metres deep exposed, and twirled her long blonde hair around her fingers. It was so quiet in the theatre that even her breathing sounded loud in her ears. How much longer did she have to wait?
And why were they interviewing her in the theatre itself?
Elizabeth had said they would take her to one of the meeting rooms or the offices to interview her. That was what she had gone through to get her position at the theatre decades ago. Sera shook her hands at her sides and blew out a sigh, trying to shake off her nerves. Maybe none of the offices were vacant tonight or they wanted to give her a tour before the interview began. That seemed plausible.
One of the sets of double doors at the back opened and a bright beam of light cut down the length of the theatre to her. She shielded her sensitive eyes with her hand and squinted so she could make out if someone was there.
Her heart stopped.
The doors closed.
Antoine strode down the aisle, long legs carrying him easily at a brisk pace, as handsome as ever in his silver-grey tailored shirt that emphasised his build and clung just right to his muscles, hinting at how delicious his body would look if he were naked. His black tie, crisp black trousers and polished leather shoes perfected his image of a businessman but made him look decadent and alluring at the same time.
Behind him walked the immense male vampire that she knew from the performances. Victor. His normally thick dark hair was gone, shaved to his scalp, giving him a menacing air as he followed Antoine, dressed in a tight black t-shirt and jeans.
Were they just passing through?
Her heart started again at a pace.
Please, God, say they were just passing through.
Antoine shoved his fingers through his deep brown hair, the action screaming of irritation as much as his scent on her senses. He was annoyed about something. Was he angry with Victor for some reason?
Sera moved aside, keeping her back to the stage so they could easily pass her and go about their business. She tried to keep her eyes downcast but they refused to do as she ordered and snuck to Antoine, meeting his icy gaze. The warm lights from the stage lit his face, chasing the shadows away and giving her her first real glimpse of him. He was so handsome regardless of the darkness he emanated and the coldness in his eyes. He looked like an aristocrat, princely with his straight nose, defined jaw and perfect bone structure. Did he resemble his brother, Snow? She couldn’t imagine the devastating effect the two together would have on the female aristocrats at social gatherings.
Her heart did a flip in her chest.
Antoine alone had a devastating effect on her. She could be strong, had taken to life as a vampire with surprising ease according to her sire, and had a flair for luring male prey that she still couldn’t quite believe. She wanted to be that confident, sexy, attractive woman around this man, but whenever she set eyes on him, her heart trembled like a timid thing in her throat, her palms turned clammy, and she wanted to bolt. It was only the deep pounding need he stirred in her, the intense inferno of arousal that flooded her veins like liquid fire whenever she was near him, that kept her feet in place. She wanted this man.
It went beyond natural desire, or at least what she had experienced in the past. No man had ever had such a startling effect on her. It was soul deep, more than just a carnal longing. It was as though her very happiness depended on her being in this man’s strong arms.
He stopped right in front of her.
“Sera, I presume?†he said and her bones melted at the sound of his deep voice pronouncing her name.
She nodded and held out her hand. He raised a dark eyebrow in her direction and didn’t take it. She lowered it again, feeling like a fool for thinking he would touch her, a turned human, and for the first time since she could remember, her gaze didn’t want anything to do with him. She stared at the red carpet beneath her feet. What in God’s name was she doing here? This was all going to go horribly wrong. She was going to end up getting her heart smashed by this man.
Confidence.
Elizabeth had pounded that one word into her head more than any other. She was beautiful, alluring, sexy, smart and funny, and more than that, she was warm and caring. She was a confident woman. She was. Sera clung to her sire’s words about her, trying to believe in them. They ran around her mind and she felt their effect, felt the confidence begin to flow through her.
Sera managed to convince her eyes to shift up. They didn’t make it to his face. They stuck on his tie. Shiny black paisley contrasted against the matt black of the rest of the tie. It was fascinating. Truly. That was the only reason she was looking at it and not resolutely into his eyes as she had planned.
He huffed.
“Well, let’s get on with this. I have other matters that require my attention and the night is not growing any younger.†He sat down in one of the front row seats.
Sera glanced at Victor, and then at Antoine. This change required a whole rethink of her plan. She had expected Callum to be the one interviewing her, not Antoine, so she hadn’t exactly put on her best clothes. Her casual blue baby-doll t-shirt and jeans probably made her look like a commoner to this man and she wished she had listened to Elizabeth and worn the red dress her sire had picked out instead. And she still wasn’t sure why Victor was present. Was he here because, in the absence of Callum, the elite vampire she had met last night and who Elizabeth had told her dealt with sourcing performers, Antoine needed someone more intimate with performers to help him?
Victor peeled off his tight black t-shirt to reveal the ropes of hard muscle that lined his stomach and the twin slabs of granite that was his chest.
Sera’s cheeks flushed.
Oh. Lord have mercy. Victor wasn’t here to help with the interview.
This wasn’t an interview at all.
It was an audition.
Her heart thundered. Her limbs shook.
Panic prickled down her spine.
“Is there a problem?†Antoine said with a frown, his annoyance turning his scent bitter. She knew he could sense all of her feelings and smell her fear, and she tried to get a grip on her emotions, but they bombarded her.
Was there a problem? Was there ever. She hadn’t expected she would have to perform with someone and she definitely hadn’t anticipated that such a performance would take place in front of the man who was her reason for doing this whole crazy thing in the first place.
“I thought it was going to be an interview. My sire said she had an interview with Callum.†Her voice trembled. Good God, could she sound any more weak and feeble? Suck it up or this whole ridiculous affair was going to be over before it even started. Such a powerful man would want nothing to do with a weak female. She pulled in a deep breath and held it but it did nothing to calm her growing panic.
Antoine huffed again. “We might have done things that way eighty years ago, but we do things this way now. So, begin.â€
He waved towards the stage. Victor obediently leapt up onto it. Sera remained firmly rooted to the spot on the red carpet between the stage and Antoine where he sat in the middle of the front row, her gaze fixed on his. The coldness in his pale blue eyes was fathomless but mixed in with it and his scent was increasing irritation. If she didn’t do something soon, he was going to toss her out on her backside for wasting his time.
She could do this. She would take it slow and pretend that Victor was Antoine, and come up with a new plan while she was at it. If luck was with her, she could conceive something before things went too far. Just how far was he expecting things to go?
Before she could ask, Victor’s hands were under her arms and she was on the stage. Her knees almost gave out when he released her and she wobbled.
Antoine sighed again and raised the stakes with a pinch of the bridge of his elegant straight nose.
“Not wise to keep the boss waiting,†Victor whispered into her ear, his cool breath tickling her neck, and she shivered.
He pressed the full length of his body against her back and her eyes widened as the hard bulge in the front of his black jeans pushed against her bottom. Heavens. She swallowed. Trembled. This was not happening. Antoine couldn’t possibly expect her to perform with this man. She had seen him on stage, witnessed the sort of debauchery he did with women, and the size of his thing. He would break her.
What alternative was there? Either she performed or she ran like a chicken and lost her chance. Antoine would never look at her again. Hell, she would never be able to look at him again. She had said that she would do whatever it took to make him belong to her and she couldn’t back down now that another challenge had presented itself.
She had come here to seduce Antoine.
Seduce him she would.
Fear crawled through her.
She wasn’t ready for this. He was going to laugh at her.
Antoine cast a critical eye over her and then waved towards Victor. She yelped when his hands came to settle on her waist and he nuzzled her neck.
“Come on, sweetness, play with daddy.â€
Gross. It was hard to resist the urge to elbow him in the stomach and kick him in the shin.
“Your fifteen minutes just became ten, Sera. Am I wasting my time here?†Antoine said and she shook her head. She could do this.
She broke away from Victor and turned to face him. He was handsome but she felt no attraction to him. How was she supposed to do anything with a man whom she didn’t find attractive?
“I am very busy, Sera. Start.â€
She jumped at the word and wished Antoine would stop using her name. Whenever he rolled it off his tongue in his exotic mixed accent, fire flashed through her body, heating her blood, and she wanted to close her eyes and do wicked things.
Maybe she needed him to say it more. Maybe if he kept saying it, she would find the courage to do what was necessary.
Ten minutes.
Even that sounded like a lifetime.
Her gaze flicked over Victor. He was already topless and the large bulge in his tight jeans confirmed that he was already hard. Where was she supposed to start?
Removing his jeans seemed like a good place.
She stalked over to him, doing her best to look sultry, her gaze locked with his. Victor smirked at her, so obviously assured in his charms and looks. She wanted to roll her eyes and tell him that he wasn’t her type, that when she looked at him, she was really imagining Antoine. She ran her fingers over the ridges of his torso, his skin cool beneath her fingers, and tilted her head back and held his dark gaze as she undid his belt.
Sera stepped back and tugged it hard, pulling it through the loops in one fast motion. Too fast. The flamboyant rise of her arm as the end came free caused the belt to whip across Victor’s chest, leaving a red streak on his skin.
He growled at her.
She curled up on instinct and leapt backwards, dropping the belt.
Antoine looked thoroughly unimpressed when she risked a glance in his direction.
She tried to claw things back by doing a sexy little shuffle across the stage, her mind racing to remember the moves that Elizabeth had shown her and all the things she had witnessed in this theatre.
On this very stage.
A stage she was now performing on even though she had promised herself it would never come to this.
Sera tackled Victor’s jeans, popping the buttons while clumsily kissing the whip mark across his chest. She gasped when the final button gave and his rigid cock sprang free, already eager for her. Her heart bolted into action again, galloping so quickly she felt dizzy.
She looked at anything but his erection, battling her nerves and panic again. It was just sex. Sex on a stage. Sex on a stage in front of a man whom she really desired and whose opinion of her was probably rapidly sinking into seeing her as just another whore for his theatre.
What the hell was she thinking?
Sera squeaked when Victor pulled her blue baby-doll t-shirt over her head, catching her blonde hair and yanking it at the same time, and exposed her torso to the chilly air of the theatre.
Antoine sighed and stood.
It was over.
He was going to tell her thanks but no thanks and kick her out for wasting his time.
“Leave,†he said and she grabbed her t-shirt off Victor and went to put it on. “Not you.â€
Sera froze, clutching the t-shirt to her chest. Victor casually buttoned his jeans, shot her a smile, and then dropped down off the black stage. He sauntered towards the doors at the edge of the theatre, opened them and disappeared from view. Sera remained paused on the stage, waiting for Antoine to throw her out.
“I am not looking for solo acts, but clearly this is your first time on stage. Do you feel you can perform now?â€
Sera didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t kicking her out? She swallowed and faced him. He was serious. He had made Victor leave so she would feel more comfortable, and she did. Being on stage in front of him still felt wrong, but the thought of performing for him alone had a strange appeal. If she had ever wanted a chance to seduce him, they didn’t come more perfect than this. She could do this. She could tease him with a slow reveal of her body to his eyes only, and from there it would only be a small step to other more wicked things. She was sure that once she was nude, bared for him, that the feel of his gaze on her would give her the confidence to take things further and really perform for him.
And she was sure that performance would give her the chance to crack the armour around his heart.
What had looked like it was going to end in disaster was now looking as though it was a chance at victory.
A chance that she wouldn’t squander.
Sera nodded and dropped her t-shirt.
Antoine’s gaze flickered down to her bra-clad breasts and then he sat back in his red velvet chair in the middle of the front row and stretched his long legs out.
His eyes held hers, cool blue and beautiful, fixed on her with such intensity that her cheeks heated with a blush.
He waved his hand.
“Perform for me then.â€
Seduce is due for release on June 23rd 2012.
There are currently two highly erotic and emotionally charged books out in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series:
Covet
They’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 Lilah’s master keep them apart forever?
Click here to read an excerpt from Covet
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Crave
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
Click here to read an excerpt from Crave
Only $2.99 from:
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Crave will be available soon from BN Nook, Sony, Kobo, and Apple iBookstore / iTunes.
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Sunday Snippets – CRAVE – vampire erotic romance novella – part four
CRAVE, the second book in my already popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series, is out now and I’ve been focusing on this book in my Saturday and Sunday Snippets!
So, here’s the blurb for this hot new erotic vampire romance novella and the first part of chapter two. You can read chapter one in this previous post. Or you can find the parts of this chapter I’ve been posting in my snippets.
Crave
Felicity Heaton
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 35000 words
released: March 2012
Book 2 in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
EXCERPT
Callum bent towards her, his hands pressing into her sides as he lowered them down from her waist over her hips and round to her backside. He pulled her closer, cranking her temperature up another ten degrees, and moved against her. The slide of his thigh between hers, the fleeting contact between his hard body and her aching one, had her sinking her teeth into her lower lip. She wanted more, cursed her tight jeans for inhibiting her and stopping her from being able to gain the satisfaction she desired. She pushed against him, curling her hips, hungry and seeking more friction to sate her need.
Callum’s cool skin brushing her neck startled her and her gaze leapt from his to what she could see of his hand out of the corner of her eye. He swept the tangled lengths of her hair from her throat, the teasing whisper of his fingers over her hungry body almost too much for her to bear, and then leaned into her. Kristina moaned and couldn’t stop herself from tilting her head to one side even though she was aware that by doing so she was breaking the rules of her kind. It was wrong of her to welcome a vampire’s touch and let him kiss her throat, especially when she had feared one of her own species doing such a thing to her just minutes before.
It was different with Callum.
The hard press of his lips on her throat, the sweep of his tongue over her jugular, stirred only desire in her, flooding her with the ache to bury her fingers into his hair and anchor him there so he wouldn’t stop. There was no threat in his caress, no sense that he intended to sink his fangs into her, and even if he did, it would only be the vampire equivalent of a love bite.
The werewolf had intended to mark her and claim her with the bite.
A vampire couldn’t do such a thing.
“Tell me your name,†Callum husked into her ear, his cool breath tickling her skin. He kissed and sucked her earlobe, curled his tongue around it, sending a shiver down her throat that set her aflame. She rocked against him, meeting his shallow thrusts, panting as her desire got the better of her. His firm grip on her backside with one hand and the nape of her neck with the other drove her wild. She bucked and writhed, rubbing herself along the length of his thigh. Her fingertips pressed into the hard bulge of his pectorals and raked downwards, catching his nipples through his black shirt and tearing a groan from him. She answered him with a moan of her own when she reached the granite slab of his stomach, her imagination running away with her. What would he look like nude and in all his glory? She pictured a lean built physique. Muscles that could melt a woman right down to her core barely hidden beneath milky skin. A trail of hair as dark as his ponytail that led down from the sensual dip of his navel to his impressive hard cock. Lithe powerful legs that exuded strength as much as the rest of him. He was a god in her imagination.
Would he be that way in reality?
She had an itch to find out and wanted to scratch it right there in the club.
“Tell me,†he said again, voice rough with desire, and nipped her earlobe. It was hard to think when he was licking and kissing, his body moving into hers, hands grasping and kneading. She couldn’t remember her own name. All she knew was intense pleasure and a craving for more.
He chuckled against her throat and kissed it again, wet open mouthed ones that made the fragments of thoughts she had gathered scatter and tore a moan from her.
“I guess I’m not the only one having trouble functioning here.†His voice was a silken purr in her ear and he suddenly stepped away from her.
Kristina stood on jelly legs, gripping the sleeves of his black shirt in tight fists to keep herself upright. He looked around them and enough sense broke through the haze of arousal fogging her mind for her to wonder what he was looking for. She stumbled when he locked a strong hand around her wrist and strode towards the edge of the dance floor. She bumped into several dancers, mumbling apologies, and saw past Callum’s wide shoulders. A couple exited one of the curtained booths directly ahead of them. A blush blazed across her cheeks as she realised what he was up to and what might happen between them if she entered the private booth with him and sense reared its ugly head and told her to break free of him before it was too late.
The desire to do such a thing faltered and died when he looked over his shoulder at her, his hungry gaze devouring hers, expressing everything that she was feeling inside. He knew as well as she did that this was wrong but it wasn’t stopping him.
And she wouldn’t let it stop her either.
He pulled her into the booth, closed the heavy black velvet curtains with one stroke, and turned on her.
Kristina let her breath out on a sigh as he claimed her waist, moulded her body against the hard expanse of his, and kissed her.
Before she started to kiss him back, before things got beyond her control and she lost her ability to think again, she pulled away and stared into his eyes.
“Kristina,†she breathed and he grinned sexily.
“Now I know what to call you when I lose myself in you.â€
Oh, Heavens, that sounded so hot husked in his deep voice as he stared at her with hungry eyes that promised he wouldn’t let her go until he had satisfied the passion bouncing between them. Kristina grabbed his tie, yanked him to her and pressed a brief hard kiss to his lips.
She smiled wickedly.
“Mister, you’ll be screaming it by the time I’m done with you.â€
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
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Saturday Snippets – CRAVE – vampire erotic romance novella – part three
CRAVE, the second book in my already popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series, is out now and I’ve been focusing on this book in my Saturday and Sunday Snippets!
So, here’s the blurb for this hot new erotic vampire romance novella and the first part of chapter two. You can read chapter one in this previous post. Or you can find the parts of this chapter I’ve been posting in my snippets.
Crave
Felicity Heaton
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 35000 words
released: March 2012
Book 2 in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
EXCERPT
Kristina rotated her hips into his and held her nerve when she felt the growing bulge in his black trousers. He looked beautifully startled when she pressed her groin against his, moving up and down his body, teasing him with the friction.
The hunger for him that had begun as little more than a spark of interest when she had noticed him watching her around six days ago had slowly grown into a burning desire for him three days ago and she had been teasing him since then, toying with him. She had wanted to speak to him so many times so she could know why he watched her so closely and why he was following her. Her initial reaction had been one of fear but then she had realised that he was a vampire, not one of her alpha’s goons come to take her home. The feel of his eyes on her had given her confidence that she had never felt before. She had danced with men, aware that he was watching, putting on a show for him. Her nightly repertoire had grown in the strange pre-dawn twilight this morning, climaxing in her feeding on a human man while he watched from the shadows.
When she had stepped away from the man and wiped his mind of the incident, replacing the memories with ones of passion, she had felt sure that the vampire would make his move, that the sight of her feeding would have driven him over the edge. He had stayed in the shadows for long minutes and then left. Had he fought his desire and won?
Part of her despised him for that, for having better control than she had over herself. She hadn’t been able to overcome her curiosity tonight and had gone to him, only to run away like a cub when she had felt his fangs. Well, that wouldn’t happen again.
Kristina wiggled her way back up him, twirled the long black hair in the ponytail at the nape of his neck, and smiled into his eyes, giving him her best seductive look.
His pupils dilated further and he finally moved, his hands coming to settle on her hips and then sliding upwards to the low waist of her tight jeans. She shivered with the first caress of his cool palms over her waist, his hands under the flowing loose material of her top. His thumbs pressed into her stomach, fingers firm against her back, the touch electrifying her. It was dominant but in the best way. He was reconfirming his strength and silently telling her that he could easily take control of things if he wanted, while his expression told her that he was also more than happy to comply and let her take the lead.
She swayed her hips and moved down his body again, trailing her palms over his shoulders and chest, forcing his hands on her up to her ribs and the sides of her breasts. His eyes narrowed briefly, heat blazing in them as he shifted his hands forwards to capture her breasts, and then he frowned when she worked her way upwards again before he could touch them.
He stepped into her, wedging a hard muscular thigh between her legs and stopping her from wriggling. A moan slipped from her lips as he moved it, brushing it against her groin, and she looped her arms around his neck. Staring into his eyes, lost in them, she forgot about the werewolves in the club and the pack back in England that were searching for her. The world fell away, taking her cares with it, stripping her of the part of her that continually whispered that this man was not for her.
It didn’t matter that he was handsome and strong. It didn’t matter that when he watched her she felt as though she could do anything. It didn’t matter that she wanted him more than was reasonable and that her need for him was fierce and controlled her to a degree.
He was a vampire.
In his arms like this, that was the thing that no longer mattered.
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
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Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series
I’m so excited to see that my latest vampire romance series, Vampire Erotic Theatre, is doing really well for itself. I was surprised when I sent out the first book in the series, Covet, for review and so many fantastic reviews came back for it and the book tour generated such a buzz about the series. I definitely never anticipated the crazy love that my equally crazy vampire, Snow, has received too… it seems the whole world is waiting for his book!
It seems Crave is doing equally well for itself on the review circuit and Callum, the hero, seems to be surprising everyone. I’m not touring with this one, but I will probably do some stuff on my blog for the book. Like a my-blog-only book tour featuring excerpts, info about the series, character interviews, giveaways, and other stuff like teasers from the next book, Seduce. I’ll put something together for it and announce it on my blog soon!
In the meantime, here’s the info for the two books in this series at the moment:
Covet
Felicity Heaton
They’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 Lilah’s master keep them apart forever?
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website | Amazon Kindle | Amazon Kindle UK | Amazon Kindle Germany | Amazon Kindle France | Apple iBookstore US | Apple iBookstore UK | Apple iBookstore Australia | Apple iBookstore Canada | Barnes and Noble | Kobo Books | Sony Reader Store | Smashwords | All Romance eBooks
Felicity Heaton
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website | Amazon Kindle | Amazon Kindle UK | Amazon Kindle Germany | Amazon Kindle France | Smashwords | All Romance eBooks
Crave will be available soon on Nook, Sony, Kobo and Apple iBooks.
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Sunday Snippets – CRAVE – vampire erotic romance novella – part two
CRAVE, the second book in my already popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series, is out now and I’ve been focusing on this book in my Saturday and Sunday Snippets!
So, here’s the blurb for this hot new erotic vampire romance novella and the first part of chapter two. You can read chapter one in this previous post. Or you can find the parts of this chapter I’ve been posting in my snippets.
Crave
Felicity Heaton
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 35000 words
released: March 2012
Book 2 in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
EXCERPT
A firm cool hand on her shoulder caused her to jump. The start of a shriek escaped her before she clamped down hard on it and the world whirled past her in a blur of blue and purple neon and laser lights. A hard wall of black slammed against her and a low threatening snarl curled out over the pumping music.
Her instincts sparked, senses zeroing in on the male werewolf at her back and the dark presence of vampire in front of her. The vampire’s arm tightened around her, pressing her to his chest, and he snarled again, a feral sound that a werewolf would have been proud of making. The werewolf growled back but it lacked the strength and ferocity of the vampire’s, sounding weak and tailing off at the end.
Kristina glanced up at her unlikely saviour, looking past the strong defined line of his jaw and the sensual mouth that had sent her head spinning with only a kiss, beyond his straight nose that said he might be an aristocrat vampire, to the red coals of his irises and the vertical slits of his pupils. He growled again, bearing his fangs. They were enormous now, fully extended as he threatened the werewolf behind her.
The werewolf snarled back at him and she sensed the two other male werewolves rise from their seats, heading out of the booth to back up their leader.
Kristina wasn’t sure how to defuse the situation before it exploded. She did the first thing that came to her.
She tiptoed, caught the vampire’s cheek in her palm, and kissed him.
The werewolves behind her stopped moving. The vampire froze against her, his mouth slack and unmoving. With all four males shocked, Kristina made her move. She grabbed the vampire’s hand, twisted out of his embrace, and dragged him into the crowd. They had made it halfway across the dance floor before she heard the werewolf growl and felt the vampire come back to his senses. His hand shifted in hers and he spun her into his arms. He looked down at her, the flicker of coloured lights over his face turning his eyes from red to blue to purple and back again.
Kristina expected him to shout at her, or try to escape her grasp and return to fight the werewolf, or do something.
He just stood there in the middle of the dance floor staring at her.
His pupils gradually widened, switching back to their normal state, and the colour of his irises shifted, so the lights now made them flicker between green, blue and purple.
“I wasn’t going to bite you,†he said in a low voice that she barely heard over the music and stepped towards her, until she could sense his body close to hers and the temptation to move the bare few inches and bring them against each other hummed through her. “But he was.â€
The hard look that entered his emerald eyes caused her to divert hers and she stared past him, not wanting to admit that he was right and the male werewolf had intended to mark her right there in front of everyone and she had been too weak and scared to do anything about it.
“What’s your name?†she whispered and shoved her weakness away, cleared her throat, lifted her chin and looked directly into his eyes. “I think I have a right to know the name of my hero.â€
“Hero?†He laughed and shook his head, causing a silken strand of his long black hair to drift down against his cheek. He casually swept it back behind his ear, so it curled around it, and then smiled at her. “I’m hardly the good guy here… but you can call me Callum.â€
Callum. Cal. Although he didn’t look like the sort of man who would easily accept someone shortening his name without permission.
Kristina bravely closed the gap between them and ran her hands over the soft black cotton of his obviously expensive shirt. His chest was granite hard beneath the material, the feel of it sending a hum of pleasure through her body as she recalled the strength of his grip when he had kissed her and when he had rescued her from one of her own kind. She slid her palms up to his strong broad shoulders, looped them around his neck, and started to move against him.
He kept perfectly still, the calm confidence in his eyes melting away to allow something akin to confusion to surface.
“Well, Callum.†She tipped her head back and looked up into his eyes. They were locked on hers, searching, probing, as though hers might tell him what she was up to and what she intended to get out of him by swaying in his arms. His pupils dilated with the first brush of her hips across his and his bowed lips parted to reveal the barest trace of straight white teeth. “Don’t you want to know my name?â€
Kristina rotated her hips into his and held her nerve when she felt the growing bulge in his black trousers. He looked beautifully startled when she pressed her groin against his, moving up and down his body, teasing him with the friction.
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
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Saturday Snippets – CRAVE – vampire erotic romance novella – part one
It’s release time again! CRAVE, the second book in my already popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series, is out now and I’m going to spend the next couple of weekends focusing on the book in my Saturday and Sunday Snippets!
So, here’s the blurb for this hot new erotic vampire romance novella and the first part of chapter two. You can read chapter one in this previous post.
Crave
Felicity Heaton
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.
Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can’t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.
Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she’s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can’t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.
When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 35000 words
released: March 2012
Book 2 in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
EXCERPT
What was she doing?
When she had fled England, Kristina had vowed to avoid interacting with werewolves. It was safest that way, no matter how much she often craved the company of her kind. All packs had a unique scent, something a werewolf could smell on each other and recognise. Part of her training as a cub had been spent on burning knowledge of the European werewolf packs and their scents into her mind. It was something all packs taught their young. The man now grinding against her backside and turning her stomach with his dominant grip on her was from a local pack here in Paris but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t turn her over.
She had been on the run from her pack for months now but she was sure they were still looking for her.
This was a mistake.
Kristina tried to get free of her partner but his thick arm tightened across her stomach, holding her firm. A spark of panic leapt through her blood and she struggled to tamp it down and disguise it so he wouldn’t sense it in her. She made out she was turning in his arms and he allowed it, his large hands moving to her backside, clutching and squeezing.
What the Hell had she been thinking?
The vampire had scared her and she had gone running to her own kind. Pathetic. She was stronger than that. So his fangs had come out and she had felt their sharp tips on her tongue, that didn’t mean he had intended to bite her. Not everything she had been told about vampires was true. She had thought she had known that, had accepted it as fact, and had always been proud of herself for being able to see that vampires weren’t really a threat unless you made them one by provoking them. It turned out that she was wrong and she hadn’t accepted it after all. The moment his fangs had touched her, she had panicked and lashed out, her heart rocketing and hackles rising. Everything bad she had ever been told about vampires had shot through her mind and she had gone with it rather than telling herself that it was just desire that had brought his fangs out. It was a reaction her kind shared with vampires. Whenever she got a little overexcited, her canines extended against her will.
She should have been flattered by his reaction to her kiss, not sought to knock his fangs out.
She was no better than every other werewolf. They had driven fear of vampires, horror stories about them, so deep into her mind that she couldn’t escape it even when she thought that she had.
The male werewolf leaned down towards her and she stiffened in his arms, fear of him rising inside her and telling her to break away from him, that he would try to dominate her just as her alpha had. She had to run.
His warm breath washed over her skin, turning her stomach, and she shrank backwards, trying to escape his touch. She had been a fool to run back to her own kind for protection. She had probably been safer with the vampire than she was with this male. They all wanted the same thing from her, all smelt her readiness to mate and took it to mean that she wanted them when she didn’t. She wasn’t interested in bearing cubs like a dutiful female. She wanted a life.
A firm cool hand on her shoulder caused her to jump. The start of a shriek escaped her before she clamped down hard on it and the world whirled past her in a blur of blue and purple neon and laser lights. A hard wall of black slammed against her and a low threatening snarl curled out over the pumping music.
Her instincts sparked, senses zeroing in on the male werewolf at her back and the dark presence of vampire in front of her. The vampire’s arm tightened around her, pressing her to his chest, and he snarled again, a feral sound that a werewolf would have been proud of making. The werewolf growled back but it lacked the strength and ferocity of the vampire’s, sounding weak and tailing off at the end.
Kristina glanced up at her unlikely saviour, looking past the strong defined line of his jaw and the sensual mouth that had sent her head spinning with only a kiss, beyond his straight nose that said he might be an aristocrat vampire, to the red coals of his irises and the vertical slits of his pupils. He growled again, bearing his fangs. They were enormous now, fully extended as he threatened the werewolf behind her.
The werewolf snarled back at him and she sensed the two other male werewolves rise from their seats, heading out of the booth to back up their leader.
Kristina wasn’t sure how to defuse the situation before it exploded. She did the first thing that came to her.
She tiptoed, caught the vampire’s cheek in her palm, and kissed him.
Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Crave
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B007HBKNG6
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B007HBKNG6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140336
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