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Category Archives: Vampire Erotic Theatre
Snow lumbered across his room, bare feet thumping against the wooden floor, and dumped the black linen beside his bed. He stripped the soiled covers off and focused on replacing them with fresh ones to keep his mind off a topic that had often angered him.
He had warred with himself many times about finding a female, debating the pros and cons of such a mission, and all the possible outcomes. It was highly likely that a female would leave him the moment she discovered the ugly truth about him, his bloodlust, and his horrific past.
He would probably react to her betrayal by losing his head to bloodlust and killing her.
He had a tendency to react violently whenever someone sought to hurt him.
Breaking his heart would cause him the ultimate pain.
Snow shook that thought away and smoothed the edges of his black covers down, neatening them. He grabbed his black robe and slung it on, but didnâ€™t bother to fasten the belt.
Darkness swirled inside him like a rising tide that he was powerless to hold back. He breathed slowly, trying to work past the tightening knot in his breast, hoping to calm down before he lost himself again.
He sat on the bed and lay with his back against the pillows and his head against the steel bars of the headboard. He cast a glance at the restraints that rested on the pillows on either side of him. They were there if he needed them and that gave him back a fraction of his control, but didnâ€™t quell his rising bloodlust.
His heart galloped, refusing to heed his attempts to slow it, and he closed his eyes and focused on positive things. The battle between his darker hungers and his desire to remain sane intensified and he breathed harder, drawing deep and filling his lungs with cool air. The soft scent of lilies and snow lingered in that air and his mind drifted to the lyrics of the song.
Calm swept through him, driving back the darkness for a brief second before it surged forwards again, obliterating the sense of peace.
A breeze washed over his bare flesh.
Snow frowned. There were no windows in his room. The breeze carried the unmistakable scent of snow yet it felt warm, and familiar.
Someone was in his apartment. He felt their presence as a soft caress that reached right down to his tainted soul and chased the black shadows from it.
Snow drew in a deeper breath of lily of the valley and snow, the pure feminine scent stirring his body and soothing the tension from it. He held it in his lungs and slowly opened his eyes, settling them directly on the dark beauty standing at the foot of his bed.
She was stunning, with a fall of glossy raven hair that playfully curled around slender shoulders and contrasted against her milky skin, heart-shaped rosy lips, a button nose, and the most incredible yet familiar eyes. They were turquoise around the outside but faded to a brilliant blue at their centres, around the dark mesmerising chasms of her pupils.
A pure white dress clung to dangerous curves and full breasts that would make any manâ€™s eyes linger on her, evoking images in his head that he shouldnâ€™t entertain but couldnâ€™t keep at bay. He had never seen a female like her.
The white layers of her dress criss-crossed over her torso, forming a zigzagging line downwards from between the swell of her creamy breasts to the point above her navel. They flowed from there, free and untamed, drifting down to caress her ankles and her small bare feet.
It was the large black wings furled against her back that eventually stole his attention away from the sublime innocence of her face and the wickedness of her body.
An angel. Continue reading
Elissa stood, her calves forcing the chair backwards. It scraped across the stone flags, shattering the heavy silence. Payne looked over his shoulder at her, a trace of melancholy in his expression that quickly disappeared. Had he been thinking about what he had told her and the reason he felt that way? She wanted to ask him to explain it so she understood why he felt as though he brought only pain to this world but he didnâ€™t look as though he would tell her. It was his secret to keep and she had no right to push him to tell her, not when she was keeping secrets from him too.
â€œI need a walk. Will you walk with me?â€ She wasnâ€™t sure why she asked him to accompany her. Because she feared he would leave if she left him alone here or because she feared the Rozengard males would come after her again?
He nodded but seemed tense. â€œWhere? I donâ€™t think itâ€™s wise for you to be walking the streets right now… especially with me.â€
Elissa stifled her smile. He was worried about her. She found that sweet and endearing, a side of Payne she hadnâ€™t thought possible.
â€œTopside,â€ she said. â€œI like to walk in the woods.â€
Payne closed his eyes and frowned, and she knew he was focusing through the layers of rock over their heads, trying to sense whether it was daylight or not up there.
â€œItâ€™s dark, gone midnight.â€ Elissa waited for his response. Now that she had thought about the males and he had mentioned them too, the idea of walking alone in the woods unsettled her. She needed air but if those damn Rozengard jerks came at her again, she wouldnâ€™t stand a chance against them. Not without Payne at her side. He was strong, powerful. She had never met a male as strong as he was. â€œWill you walk with me?â€ Continue reading
Snow ducked his head under the hot spray of water and closed his eyes as it soaked through his hair, washing away the shampoo.
He braced his hands against the black tiles in front of him in the double-width shower stall and hung his head forwards, letting the water hit his nape and cascade over his back. The heat soothed the last remnants of tightness from his muscles.
He had worked out in his apartment after Antoine had gone, putting his body through its paces to try to bring himself back to full strength, and had needed this shower. It completed the therapeutic and almost ritualistic process of putting the past three weeks out of his mind by erasing the evidence stamped on his bodyâ€”the weakness, the bloodstains, and the fatigue. He always felt better afterwards. Almost normal.
Snow opened his pale blue eyes and stared at his feet. Rivulets streamed from the tips of his white hair and his chin and nose, catching the light and sparkling as they fell to the tray far below.
His lips parted and he sighed. Working out had felt good but a shower was always the best medicine after an extended period of captivity. It revitalised him, leaving him feeling alive and awake, and at peace.
He had already scrubbed himself from head to toe twice over, paying close attention to his wrists and ankles.
Snow straightened, the water beating on his broad bare chest, and removed one hand from the wall. He turned his palm upwards and stared down at his scarred wrist.
The marks would fade in time, his preternatural healing taking care of them and leaving smooth skin behind. They were always chafed though, permanent evidence that he had to spend his days wearing leather-lined steel cuffs attached to inch-thick chains that were secured to the industrial grade steel posts at the corners of his bed.
When they had first moved to the theatre, he had forced Antoine to purchase the strongest, thickest metal posts he could find and make a bed out of them for him. Antoine had protested but had done as he had asked in the end, arranging for the restraints at the same time.
His younger brother had told him countless times that he didnâ€™t need to chain himself each day, and Snow had always countered that it was necessary and he did not mind it.
He did. He hated it.
That was beside the point though.
It was necessary, and ever since that fateful night centuries ago, he had always done whatever was necessary to protect others from himself.
Snow heaved a sigh, his chest expanding with it, powerful muscles straining, and ran his hand down his face.
â€œWhy did you choose the name Payne?â€ She knew fae kept their real names secret and with good reason. A faeâ€™s real name could be used against them. If someone with power used it, the fae would be unable to resist their commands. She focused on the man behind her. He didnâ€™t know much about fae or incubi, but she bet he knew about the name thing.
He didnâ€™t answer.
Elissa turned to face him. â€œDonâ€™t be shy. You can tell me since weâ€™ll be working together.â€
He glared at her. She smiled. His expression only darkened. Her smile only broadened. She liked the undercurrent of tension that rippled through him whenever his eyes met hers. Every time they did, the struggle returned, causing lines to bracket his sexy mouth and his eyes to narrow. Oh, he could fight it all he wanted, could fight her all he wanted, but in the end she would win and get her way.
He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, revealing the lines of his fae markings as they tracked up the underside of his forearms. They curved upwards before disappearing under his shirtsleeves. Where did they go? She wanted to know. Did they snake over his biceps? Did they extend beyond his shoulders? Would he push her away if she traced them with her tongue or moan in pleasure and hold her closer?
That last one shocked her and she forced her eyes away from them.
â€œCome on, Payne. Itâ€™s just a silly simple question. Iâ€™m sure you can answer it. Youâ€™re not a dumb blond are you?â€
The female Payne had seen through the cloud of dust stood her ground before him, feet spread shoulder width apart beneath the hem of her drab black dress, the long chestnut waves of her hair tangled in the pieces of straw sticking out of it. Grey dust sparkled across her backside. She must have hit whatever had exploded and sent the dust into the air.
Four large males stood opposite her, each of them hunkered low, assessing her.
They were witches too, judging by the coven emblem stitched onto the breast of their loose white shirts and the fact they were all wearing matching dark brown trousers, like a uniform. Payne raised an eyebrow at the elaborate lacing down the front of their shirts, and on their trousers. Where had their coven bought their outfits? Or when for that matter? They looked like something straight out of the eighteenth century. Although, the female of their species didnâ€™t exactly dress in modern attire either. His gaze slid back to her, slowly taking in her dull black dress, trying to pierce the material to see what curves it concealed.
One of the men shuffled, bracing his feet shoulder-width apart on the cobblestones, preparing to attack.
What did they want with the female?
Her heartbeat was frantic. Frightened.
One of the males lunged at her and she turned on the spot, threw herself forwards and rolled towards Payne. She found her feet just a few metres in front of him and her eyes widened as they met his. Smudges of black ash dotted her pale face but Payne didnâ€™t notice them.
She was beautiful.
Her silvery eyes sparkled like stars.
Pain. Blinding. Debilitating. Sickening. Pain.
It rocked every inch of him. Throbbed deep in his marrow. Lived inside him and refused to die, no matter how hard he struggled to contain and obliterate it.
There was peace too though, a strange sense of calm and warmth that felt as though it was trying to subdue the pain and drive it away. There was also a weird notion that he hadnâ€™t been alone.
Snowâ€™s head thumped the hardest, fiery lightning splintering across his skull and causing his eyes to ache. He opened them a sliver but the light pierced them, increasing his agony, and he screwed them shut again. He tried to rub the salt and grit from his eyes and grimaced when steel cuffs bit into his wrists, causing sharp lances to jab across them.
His ankles blazed too.
He managed to crack his eyes open enough that he could see his wrists. Shackled and scarred. Multiple lacerations. Dried and fresh blood.
Snow focused on them and his body, taking mental note of any injuries and how weak he felt, trying to gauge how long he had been chained to his bed. Possibly a few days. His senses came fully back online.
He wasnâ€™t alone.
His gaze slid painfully down to the male sitting in the wooden chair beside him to his right.
The vampire raged in his sleep.
His bare torso bowed off the mattress and his powerful muscles strained as he pulled at the heavy cuffs chaining him to the steel posts of the large bed.
When they didnâ€™t give, he thrashed his long muscular legs, pulling the black covers down and revealing more of him to her eyes, including the start of a colourful tattoo on his right hip. The lower half of it disappeared beneath his black underwear. She couldnâ€™t make out the design from this distance and refused to give in to the temptation to move closer.
She shouldnâ€™t be here.
Her master would be angry with her if he discovered she had left her post to be here, unable to keep away.
Snow snarled and twisted his arms in the thick steel and leather restraints, reopening the ragged marks around his wrists and spilling fresh blood. He had been lost to his bloodlust for many weeks now and a few days ago, things had taken a sharp downwards turn, plunging him into the darkest throes of his curse, far worse than any she had witnessed before.
What did he dream to make him turn so violent and wild? Continue reading
As you can see, the subject of today’s post is all about the paranormal romance hotness I have in store for you in 2014. I’m also going to update those frequently asked questions I get from readers about my series and books so you all know what’s happening. I like to keep you in the loop.
But first, what do you have to look forward to in 2014? All of my release dates are tentative and subject to change. If the muse cooperates and life doesn’t throw curveballs at me, I should be able to stick to these release dates…
Claimed by a Demon King (Eternal Mates #2) – 22nd February 2014
Hunger (Vampires Realm #8) – 10th May 2014
Ares (Guardians of Hades #1) – 26th July 2014
Nevar’s book (Her Angel #7) – 27th September 2014
Vail’s book (Eternal Mates #3) – 29th November 2014
I hope that has elicited a few excited squeals from the crowd. Each of these books will be a full length novel. I will probably kick off 2015 with the second book in the Guardians of Hades series.
Now, as for the questions…
Will Nevar’s book be the final one in the Her Angel series?
No, and yes. It is the final book in this current sweeping arc that is running through the series. I will be writing more stories in the Her Angel world though, and that series will be called Angels of the Apocalypse. I have tentative plans for 4 or 5 novels in that series. It will either be dual-labelled (i.e. Her Angel #8 / Angels of the Apocalypse #1) or just listed as Angels of the Apocalypse. It will still be tagged with the Her Angel label on my blog though.
You can keep up to date with my progress on the series here at my blog by viewing posts with the Her Angel tag: http://www.felicityheaton.com/blog/category/romance-series/her-angel-series/
Will there be more books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series?
No. The series is complete at six books. However, you will catch up with the members of the Vampirerotique family in some of the Eternal Mates series books. There’s a sneaky cameo in Kissed by a Dark Prince, but you’ll get to visit the theatre in Claimed by a Demon King.
You can keep up to date with my progress on the series here at my blog by viewing posts with the Eternal Mates tag: http://www.felicityheaton.com/blog/category/romance-series/eternal-mates/
When the hell is Hyperion getting his damned book in the Vampires Realm series?
2015! Yes, that’s right. I will write Hyperion’s romance as the next book in the Vampires Realm series after Hunger. I expect to have it ready for release in 2015. After this book comes out, I will probably wrap up the Vampires Realm series to focus on more popular series.
You can keep up to date with my progress on the series here at my blog by viewing posts with the Vampires Realm tag: http://www.felicityheaton.com/blog/category/romance-series/vampires-realm/
Excited about my releases in 2014? Do you have any other questions? Feel free to ask them in the comments and I’ll answer them!
Happy New Year – Looking back at 2013 – Four paranormal romance novels, a USA Today best-seller, and a milestone of 500000 books sold
Happy New Year! I hope that you had a wonderful 2013 and a fantastic start to 2014.
I can’t believe that it’s already another year. Where did 2013 go? It seemed to fly by for me and now I’m sitting here pondering what I did in 2013.
I released four novels, which for me is lower than my normal output but some of those novels were long and hard work! I wrapped up the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series with Bewitch in January and then Unleash in May. I took a trip to Hell and into the world of Asmodeus in Her Wicked Angel, the sixth book in the Her Angel romance series. And, I returned to the world of the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series in the first novel in the Eternal Mates romance series, Kissed by a Dark Prince.
I became a USA Today best-seller thanks to my amazing readers and five awesome writers: Caris Roane, Laurie London, Jennifer Ashley, Erin Kellison and Bonnie Vanak. Our sales of the Dark and Dangerous Boxed Set of 6 Hot Paranormal Romance Books were astounding and it was a thrill-ride to say the least. Achieving that USA Today best-seller status was mind-blowing and something I really hope to recreate in 2014.
I also reached a milestone with my books. Around two weeks ago, I realised that I had sold over 500,000 copies of my English language paranormal romance books since January 1st 2011. 500,000 books in three years is wonderful for any author and I am flabbergasted that I managed to hit that milestone so quickly. Again, it’s all thanks to you, my readers. I can’t do this without your support, your kind words, and your voracious appetites for sexy, action-packed paranormal romance books! In top of the 500,000 ebooks sold, I’ve also given away around 500,000 ebooks in my often occuring rampages of giving books away to repay my readers for being so wonderful.
I’m not sure what 2014 has in store for me, but I do know it includes five new releases, and hopefully as many wonderful experiences as I have had this year!
As a thank you, I’m offering eight of my books at a discount right now (starting at $0.99 / 99p) and four for free. You can find all the details and links at: http://www.felicityheaton.com/paranormal-romance-ebook-offers.php
Did you have a fabulous 2013, and what are your plans for 2014?
Sensual Sunday – Hot excerpt from Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 1) plus FREE EBOOK
Sensual Sunday is brought to you today by Covet, which is the first book in my popular Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series. Sensual Sunday’s always feature a hot excerpt from one of my paranormal romance books. Read on for this Sunday’s sensual snippet…
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 wasnâ€™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.
â€œI need to question you about Victor.â€ Javierâ€™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 wouldnâ€™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, Javierâ€™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.
â€œWhy did you hit Victor?â€ Javier said, more composed than she was. Didnâ€™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.
â€œBecause he was hurting Nia.â€ It came out blunter than she had intended and she added, â€œSir.â€
Javierâ€™s eyebrow rose. â€œVictor said you had no grounds to strike him.â€
â€œThen heâ€™s a liar and a bastard.â€
â€œHeâ€™s an elite.â€ The darkness in his tone was reprimand enough to Lilah. She bowed her head.
â€œMy apologies.â€ She couldnâ€™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 didnâ€™t risk seeing the anger in Javierâ€™s eyes or the debauchery on stage, and she could keep a clear head. â€œHe was forcing himself on Nia and she told him to stop. When he didnâ€™t, I hit him. I thought he might stop and block me.â€
â€œHe said Nia was cut. He was under the influence of his hunger. That is why he didnâ€™t stop.â€
That made sense. â€œNia 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. â€œWere you cut?â€
Lilah opened her eyes, looked up into the dark pools of his, and shook her head. â€œNo.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?
â€œYou must be more careful around our kind,â€ 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.
â€œWill I be punished?â€ She tried to shut out the sounds. Javierâ€™s gaze returned to her and he shook his head.
â€œVictor overstepped the line.â€ He frowned and turned quiet for so long that she couldnâ€™t ignore the noises coming from the stage. She glanced across at them. Javierâ€™s voice dropped to a whisper. â€œDo 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.
â€œDoes it arouse you when you watch them fucking?â€ 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.
â€œI donâ€™t watch them,â€ she whispered, her voice barely there.
â€œYou were watching them when I arrived.â€ 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 couldnâ€™t take her eyes off the show now but she wasnâ€™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 wasnâ€™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. â€œYou 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.
Lilahâ€™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 couldnâ€™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.
â€œWatch them,â€ he whispered into her ear and licked the lobe, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. â€œKeep 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 didnâ€™t feel real.
â€œYou cannot deny me this,â€ he uttered into her ear and she trembled at the command in his tone, the hunger that roughened it. â€œI will have you.â€
Did you enjoy today’s hot little snippet?
Theyâ€™ve burned for each other for two years, the forbidden attraction between them growing each night. Now resisting the sinful desires of their hearts is becoming impossible.
Javier knows better than to succumb to his hunger for Lilah. The mortal female belongs to a powerful aristocrat patron of Vampirerotique, the theatre he runs with three other vampires. A single touch is all it would take to break the sacred law of his kind, sentencing himself to death, but his passion for her has become too fierce to ignore and he will risk everything to make Lilah his.
Lilah has fought her desire for Javier since arriving at his theatre as a servant but each glance he has stolen, his eyes promising pleasure that will satisfy her longing for him, has chipped away at her defences and she can no longer deny her need and her forbidden feelings for the powerful vampire male.
When they find themselves alone in a private box during one of the erotic performances, will they surrender to their passion and live out their wildest fantasies in a night of wicked pleasure or will the threat of Lilahâ€™s master keep them apart forever?
If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:
Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1)
Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #2)
Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3)
Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #4)
Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #5)
Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #6)