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Teaseday – Winter’s Kiss – vampire werewolf romance book

Posted on 10th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

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

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

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

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

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

Winter’s Kiss

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

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

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

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

Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Winter’s%20Kiss
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0035LDN4Q/
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0035LDN4Q/
Barnes and Noble: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Winters-Kiss/Felicity-Heaton/e/2940000802090/
All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-winter039skiss-620974-139.html
Sony Reader Store: http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/f-e-heaton/winters-kiss/_/R-400000000000000254325
Kobo Books: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Winters-Kiss-Vampires-Realm-Romance/book-EnqLOg3Bska1G5ouPxjkcA/page1.html
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/7932
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B0035LDN4Q/
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B0035LDN4Q/
Apple iBookstore USA: http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9781452386980
Apple iBookstore UK: http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/isbn9781452386980
Apple iBookstore Australia: http://itunes.apple.com/au/book/isbn9781452386980
Apple iBookstore Canada: http://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/isbn9781452386980

Available in paperback from:
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1456489895/
Amazon.co.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1456489895/
Barnes and Noble: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Winters-Kiss/F-Heaton/e/9781456489892/

EXCERPT

A scream rent the still night air.

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

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

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

He saw her more often.

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

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

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

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

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

And that duty came first.

No matter what his feelings for her were.

A ride would clear his head.

A wolf howl sliced through the night.

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

Three miles.

Was the wolf after the woman?

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

â€œNiet!â€

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

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

Someone shouted something abusive in his direction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was she dead?

Had the wolves killed her already?

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

Not wolves.

Werewolves.

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

A distant scream reached his ears.

He pulled on Midnightâ€™s reins.

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A howl sliced the night in two.

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

Perhaps it had been the wind.

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

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

Nika screamed.

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

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

She was going to die.

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

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

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

â€œNiet!â€

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A wolf howl sounded just outside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man fully drew his sword.

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

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

Dreadful silence fell.

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

Posted on 9th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My sexy angels will soon be speaking Spanish! COVER REVEAL!

Posted on 6th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

February is drawing closer and I’m getting more excited by the day because that’s the month when my sexy seductive angel heroes in the Her Angel series will learn to speak Spanish and reach a whole new audience of readers through the amazing Booket imprint of Grupo Planeta.

The first book that will be released is the Spanish translation of the first three novellas in the series, which will be available as a single anthology in both ebook and paperback. That’s Her Dark Angel, Her Fallen Angel and Her Warrior Angel in one book. I believe that Her Guardian Angel will follow in the summer.

It’s all very exciting, especially because word on the street is that readers are looking forward to the addition of my angel romances to the already popular Booket imprint (which also publishes Christine Feehan) and because I can now reveal the cover. Before you ask, yes, I did design the cover for the book. Take a peek below:

Ãngel

Viven camuflados entre nosotros. EstÃ¡n aquÃ para observar nuestro mundo, protegernos o incluso luchar contra los demonios. Son hombres atractivos y apasionados, atrapados entre las Ã³rdenes de sus superiores y los dictados de sus corazones. Y no son precisamente santos…

La historia de amor entre una bruja mortal y un Ã¡ngel justiciero que nacerÃ¡ en medio de una venganza. Un Ã¡ngel forajido acusado de un crimen que no ha cometido intentarÃ¡ recuperar sus alas y, al mismo tiempo, conquistar a la mujer de la que estÃ¡ perdidamente enamorado. Un Ã¡ngel guerrero sacrificarÃ¡ sus alas por la mujer que ama. Ella le ayudarÃ¡ a recuperarlas, mientras juntos luchan contra los demonios que tendieron otra trampa a otro Ã¡ngel.

Â¿QuÃ© esconden estas tres historias? DescÃºbrelo en Ãngel y prepÃ¡rate para vivir una apasionada historia que te llevarÃ¡ desde el Infierno al Cielo.

PublicaciÃ³n en un solo volumen de los tres primeros tÃtulos de la serie “Ãngel”: acciÃ³n, aventura, misterio y pasiÃ³n en las relaciones de pareja mÃ¡s oscuras imaginables.

Isn’t this exciting? I find it giggle-worthy just reading the description. I’m not good at Spanish myself, but I definitely think I’m interested in learning it now so I can read the books in Spanish!

I think Apollyon is going to sound mighty hot speaking it… don’t you?

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Wallpapers – January features Covet – my upcoming vampire romance book

Posted on 6th January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

January’s wallpaper features my first release of 2012, COVET, which is also the first book in my hot new vampire romance series, Vampire Erotic Theatre. Covet comes out on January 14th, but is already available at Amazon Kindle stores:

Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B006RW977M/

You can download the desktop wallpaper for January in various sizes direct from my website. There’s also a version of each wallpaper without the calendar element so you can have them on your desktop at your leisure.

Just click on the sample image of the wallpaper below to go to my site and find the size right for you!

If you want wallpapers with or without a calendar, I have them available for my books in the Goodies section of my website. At the moment, I have ones available for: Heart of Darkness, Hunter’s Moon, Love Immortal, Her Guardian Angel, Forbidden Blood, Ascension and Covet.

Yummy!

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

Posted on 1st January 2012 by Felicity Heaton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Available in e-book on Amazon Kindle from:
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle Italy: http://www.amazon.it/dp/B006RW977M/
Amazon Kindle Spain: http://www.amazon.es/dp/B006RW977M/

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Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1) by Felicity Heaton – Cover and blurb reveal!

Posted on 28th December 2011 by Felicity Heaton

Because of my 2012 release schedule re-shuffle, I am having to work over Christmas. I did say that something always comes up to steal my relaxing and reading time. I’m going to reward myself with some days off in the New Year. I have just finished proofing Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1) which will come out on January 14th (Although look for it in stores before then as it will hit Amazon and others earlier than that!) and have put the finishing touches on the blurb, and wanted to get everyone’s opinion on it.

So, here’s the blurb for the book, with the sexy-as-hell cover… what do you think? Would you rush out and grab a copy of this book?

CovetÂ

(Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1)
Felicity Heaton
Theyâ€™ve burned for each other for two years, the forbidden attraction between them growing each night. Now they can no longer resist the sinful desires of their hearts.

ETA: I changed the final paragraph having been inspired by Kezzer! Thanks Kezzer!

I tried really hard not to be long winded or give too much away, as it’s a novella, but while I was a bit long winded as always, I think I succeeded on the second bit… maybe. It may shrink a little more before the official release day.

What do you think?

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Vampire romance book trailer and 6 chapter excerpt – Heart of Darkness by Felicity Heaton

Posted on 28th December 2011 by Felicity Heaton

I have put together a six chapter excerpt from Heart of Darkness now so I thought I would blog about it and also about the book trailer. This is only the second book trailer I’ve ever made but I really like this one and it has inspired me to make more trailers for my paranormal romance books!

Here’s the book trailer for my vampire romance book, Heart of Darkness.

Here’s a little more about the vampire romance novel and where it’s available, including a link to the six chapter excerpt download in PDF.

Heart of Darkness
Felicity Heaton
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister…

Aleksandr Nemov wonâ€™t stop until the last of the vampire hunterâ€™s progeny is wiped from the Earth. Each kill has stolen a piece of his humanity, pushing him towards the black abyss all vampires hold within their hearts. Now he is teetering on the edge, close to devolving into a beast, and time is running out as he tracks the last hunter to Prague. There he finds a beautiful woman who could be his one chance for salvation, but is it already too late for him?

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

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

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Teaseday – Forbidden Blood – vampire romance book

Posted on 27th December 2011 by Felicity Heaton

Today’s Teaseday comes in the form of a single chapter excerpt plus a downloadable extended excerpt in PDF format, and the book I’ve chosen is part of my Winter Warmers deals, Forbidden Blood, a vampire romance book.

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

Forbidden Blood is on offer for just $2.99 on Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Sony Reader, Smashwords and other retailers.

Forbidden Blood
Felicity Heaton
In a dark world where vampires exist and where Source Blood, a rare human blood type, can bestow godlike powers upon them, the vampire Venators of the Sovereignty fight to protect the humans by banishing those who drink it to the endless dark.

Exiled from his family and with only his duty to sustain him, Kearn has been on the trail of an elusive Source Blood abuser for three years. When he saves a beautiful human female from the vampireâ€™s grasp, it turns out sheâ€™s the lead heâ€™s been waiting for. Amber is a Source Blood and the perfect bait, but for who?

As they race to catch the vampire and survive the cruel games he plays, Amber is pulled deeper into Kearnâ€™s world and discovers the painful secrets he hides behind his handsome but emotionless exteriorâ€”hurt that she has the power to heal if she is brave enough.

Forbidden Blood is a dark, sensual tale of betrayal, revenge and a love that knows no bounds.

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

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EXCERPT

She shouldnâ€™t have looked.

Amber hurried through the dark side streets of central London, heading for the nearest Underground station. She glanced back over her shoulder. The man from the courtyard of the redbrick factory building stood on the other side of a busy road. The hood of his black coat obscured his face but Amber could feel his eyes on herâ€”intent and cold.

She turned away, huddled up into her thin black suit jacket, and carried on walking. She could feel the man still staring at her.

The courtyard flashed across her mind. Two men with sacks and another sweeping disinfectant out into the street. She had never seen the wooden gates open before, but there was always a puddle of disinfectant outside in the mornings. What did they have in those bags? What were they trying to wash away?

Car headlights snapped her out of her thoughts. A white Audi sports car purred past her, rear lights flashing bright crimson in the darkness as it stopped at the junction ahead and then turned and roared away.

Amber undid the button on her jacket and one on her white shirt, hot from her leaving party and panic. She had to get a grip. She glanced back again, shifting her handbag on her shoulder. No one was there save a few Londoners making their way home from the pubs or going to nightclubs. She hated walking around the city so late at night. It always got her jittery and the few drinks sheâ€™d had with her work colleagues at the pub werenâ€™t helping.

It wasnâ€™t far to the Underground station. If she focused on thinking about good things, she would be there before she knew it and then she would feel foolish for being so nervous. She smiled when she thought about her leaving party. She had worked for the company for years, but it was time for a change and she couldnâ€™t wait to start her new life. In only a few weeks, she would be working in Paris. She would be able to see her brother more often and would be able to soak up a different culture. It seemed like a dream and she was so caught up in it that she didnâ€™t care about all the work she still had to doâ€”the crash course in French, even though it was a British firm she was going to work for and there would be English speakers there, all the packing and things she had to arrange.

Amber turned down a narrow one-way street. A light on the wall of a building above her blinked on and off. Footsteps rang out behind her, echoing along the road. Pleasant daydreams about her future life in Paris disappeared. She walked faster, her heart beating quicker now as fearful thoughts crowded her mind.

She had almost reached the other end of the road when two men appeared, walking towards her. She went to cross the road to avoid them but they split up and motioned to each other. Her hazel eyes shot wide when she recognised them from the courtyard. She turned to go back the other way.

The hooded man stood at the other end of the street.

Amber searched for a way to get past him. Why had he followed her? Her heart beat harder. Long heavy black sacks. Pink disinfectant.

Bodies?

Blood?

A hand around her wrist sent a jolt through her and she tried to pull free. One man twisted her right arm behind her back and the other grabbed her left wrist. They pulled her backwards into the shadows.

Amber kicked her legs and opened her mouth to scream. A heavy gloved hand covered it. The smell of leather filled her nostrils and she breathed hard through her nose, staring wild-eyed at the man in front of her. The hood obscured his face but she could see his jaw, see the hint of a smile on his lips.

He nodded to the two men behind her and their grip increased. Amber flailed, desperate to escape. It was impossible. She stamped on their feet, kicked their legs, wriggled with all of her strength, but they wouldnâ€™t let her go.

The man motioned to one of the others holding her. The moment he removed his hand from her mouth, another covered it, keeping her silent. She tried to call out anyway, her eyes darting between her attackers and the street. The hooded man smiled at her, as though amused by the muffled sound and her panic.

Amber stilled when he reached inside his long black coat and pulled out a knife. Her eyes went round and her heart raced, fear thundering in her veins.

He was going to kill her.

She shook her head and didnâ€™t stop, not when the man took another step back and not even when he raised his left hand and drew the knife down the palm of his leather glove, cutting into his flesh beneath. Not a trace of pain showed on what she could see of his face. Was he trying to frighten her by showing how strong he was? She was already petrified. He stepped towards her and she redoubled her fight against the men, kicking with all of her might.

â€œHurry,â€ the man to her right said in a low voice as her heel connected with his shin. â€œGet to it already.â€

Tears rolled down her cheeks and a chill swept in constant waves over her skin, stealing her strength. She shook her head again and begged the man not to hurt her, but the other manâ€™s hand over her mouth turned her words into nothing more than a frightened murmur. Futile.

The hooded man stepped up to her, balled his cut hand into a fist, and raised it towards her face. What was he going to do? She kept her eyes fixed on the knife in his other hand, afraid that he would stab her if she dared to look away from it.

She gasped when the man holding her mouth released it but didnâ€™t have time to call out for help. He pressed his fingers into her cheeks, forced her mouth open and tilted her head back. Her gaze snapped to the hooded manâ€™s hand. He held it above her and drops of blood trembled on the edge of his black glove.

He was going to make her drink his blood.

She tried to move but couldnâ€™t. The menâ€™s grip on her increased again, fingers pressing hard into her arms, bruising her. The drop fell, landing on her tongue, and another quickly followed it. The hooded man tightened his fist and more dripped into her mouth. She tried not to swallow, didnâ€™t want to taste his blood. It slid down her throat, one drop after another, until she wanted to be sick.

And then she felt strange.

A hollow feeling opened inside her and her mind emptied.

His hand hovered above her, feeding her blood, and it no longer felt repulsive or frightening. It tasted good. Thick, heavy fog rolled into her mind, weighing her head down. She closed her eyes and then struggled to open them again.

The men behind her released her arms.

Amber stood there facing the hooded man, her shoulders relaxed and her head tilted to one side. He wavered in her vision as he raised the knife and licked the blade. It didnâ€™t scare her. Her handbag slid down her right arm to the crook of her elbow as she raised her hand. She held it out to him, palm up, and blinked languidly.

He took it in his, so gently that she smiled, and ran the knife over her palm. The sting of pain was pleasurable, flooding her with hazy warmth from head to toe, awakening blissful awareness of his touch and his hungry intent.

The man lifted her hand towards his mouth and dipped his head. Was he going to kiss it better? She continued to smile, amused by his chivalry.

What a nice man.

His tongue came out. White lights flashed across him.

They blinded her and she flinched away, afraid of the bright light that drowned out the world. The man released her hand and was behind her in an instant. Her handbag dropped to the floor and she tried to blink away the white spots in her vision and they multiplied.

The sound of footsteps echoed in her mind and she cursed the other men for fleeing. They would pay for leaving her here to deal with this Venator.

Her hands tightened into fists.

She couldnâ€™t risk fighting the Venator but she had to taste the blood. She raised her hand towards her mouth. This was an unexpected twist but she could work it in her favour. First, she had to be sure she was a Source, and then she would take care of the Venator.

What was a Source?

She stopped with her hand mid-way to her mouth. Blood pooled on her palm, black in the low light.

What was she doing?

The door of the white car opened and Amber looked at it. It was the Audi. A man stepped out and she moved back. Damn interfering Venator.

Amber frowned at her thoughts. What was a Venator? What was going on? She tried to remember but her thoughts became tangled with others, ones she didnâ€™t understand. They didnâ€™t feel as though they were her own.

She turned towards the hooded man. The car lights shone on the lower half of his face, highlighting his jaw and mouth. A tilt of a smile touched his lips. She needed to taste the blood.

â€œGet in the car,â€ a male voice said behind her, deep and intense.

She refused. She had to taste the blood and then leave. She raised her hand and poked her tongue out. A taste was all it would take. Then she would know.

â€œNow!â€

Amber jumped, startled by the volume of that word. She looked at her palm, horrified by what she had been about to do, and then at the hooded man. He continued to smile at her and she felt compelled to do as he silently wished.

â€œCar, now!â€ the man behind her said. He was right. She had to get away from the man who had cut her but she couldnâ€™t move.

Her thoughts became strange and distant again, and no matter how many times she told herself to run, her feet wouldnâ€™t cooperate. She wanted to go with the hooded man, even though she knew he would kill her.

Her head spun.

She took a step towards him, her mind heavy and thick again.

Someone grabbed her arm from behind and then a bright blue flash burst out of the corner of her eye. She stared at the silver handgun beside her head and the strange blue marks on the manâ€™s hand. They glowed. Shiny. Amber reached out to touch them.

The new man moved his arm away from her and pulled her back, so she was almost behind him. She tried to focus on his arm and the gun. The fog descended on her mind again, swamping everything, turning her numb and empty. Her gaze moved of its own accord, shifting to the manâ€™s face. Silver hair. Green eyes. Damned Venator.

She struggled against his grip, clawing at his hand.

â€œCalm down.â€ He glanced at her and then back at the hooded man. â€œLower the knife and come peacefully.â€

â€œPeacefully?â€ She yanked on her arm in an attempt to free herself, twisting her wrist in his tight grip and not caring that it hurt. She had to get away from him. The silver-haired man turned her way, his vivid green eyes bright in the car headlights and boring into hers. She sneered. â€œI will never come peacefully, Venator.â€

â€œLet her go,â€ he said and she shook her head.

Amber kept shaking it, trying to clear the weird dull feeling and get her mind into order. How did she know this man? The knowledge she sought shifted and evaded her grasp, as though it was a living thing and could anticipate her. The haze in her head lifted long enough that she saw the silver-haired man clearly at last. His eyes were cold as he stared into hers, pupils narrowed and an edge of darkness about his handsome face.

â€œI said, let her go.â€ He turned to the hooded man.

Amber looked there too. She couldnâ€™t see them, but she could feel his eyes on her, and could feel him inside her head and her body. She scrubbed her throat with her hand, her mouth, trying to get him out of her. The silver-haired man held her tighter. What was he waiting for? Shoot him. He had tried to kill her. He had put something inside her and now she felt strange.

The silver-haired man started to pull the trigger.

â€œNo!â€ she screamed and knocked his hand away. She stared at his raised gun and her outstretched hand. What the hell was she doing? She wanted the man dead, so why had she stopped him?

The man holding her shoved her backwards and then ducked away from her. A silver streak shot past her wide eyes. The knife clattered to the floor a short distance behind her and a thin dark line flowed down the manâ€™s neck from his ear, soaking into his white shirt. He raised his gun again but she grabbed it and pulled it around to point at her.

He froze.

The hooded man laughed.

Amberâ€™s gaze shot from the barrel of the gun to him. She stared at his mouth.

Fangs.

He grinned and it felt as though he was looking straight through her. Whispered voices filled her head, clashing with each other so she couldnâ€™t make out what they were saying. She tried to focus on one of them but couldnâ€™t. The clamour in her mind rose and a deep sense that she wasnâ€™t alone washed through her. Someone else was in her head with her. The hooded manâ€™s smile widened. Him. How? One of the voices rang out above the rest and her questions fell away, leaving her docile again. He knew something about her that she didnâ€™t. Something important. She had to know too.

She took a step towards him and he was gone, leaving the street empty in front of her. Why? She went to walk after him and frowned when her arm lagged behind her, held fast by something. Her eyes drifted to her wrist and the hand tightly grasping it.

â€œAre you all right?â€ the silver-haired man said and her head suddenly felt lighter.

Her gaze ran up his left arm to his shoulder. A trail of blood stained his white shirt and she followed the drips and dashes downwards to the black holster around his shoulders. His gun was in it but not secured. If she made a lunge for it, would he reach it before her? Amber shook that thought away. This man had saved her. Why would she do such a thing to him? Because he was dangerous. She didnâ€™t want to go with him. She wanted to find the man. The feeling ran deep in her blood, flowing through her veins, compelling her. She needed to find the man.

This Venator would be her downfall.

Amber shook her head again and the haze in her mind dissipated for long enough that she felt her normal self again. Her panic and fear returned full force, crashing over her. What was happening to her? She kept thinking about things she wasnâ€™t familiar with, like Venators and Sources, and wanted to do things that went against her nature, like injuring someone.

The man held his bleeding ear with his right hand. There were pale tribal markings on it. They wove down over his wrist and under his white shirtsleeve. Those markings had glowed ethereally earlier. She couldnâ€™t have imagined it.

â€œYou need to come with me,â€ he said, and before she could take in what was happening, he dragged her to the white Audi R8 and pushed her into it on the passenger side.

He closed the door, picked up the knife and her handbag from the pavement, and rounded the car. Amber sat there, thoughtless and empty, her eyes fixed on the spot where the hooded man had been. She should have gone with him.

No. She shouldnâ€™t have. She didnâ€™t know what she was thinking anymore.

The car moved and she became gradually aware of the man next to her. Her gaze slid to him. He was handsome, his green eyes fixed on the road now, shadowed by a frown of concentration, and the messy finger-length strands of his silver hair brushed back out of his face. He didnâ€™t look old enough to have such white hair. He seemed barely five years her senior.

Venator.

It echoed in her head, as though something inside her knew it applied to him even when she had never heard the word before tonight.

â€œWhat is your name?â€ His deep voice soothed her, easing away some of her tension even when she felt she should be on alert, or escaping.

Amber didnâ€™t reply. Her eyes dropped to the gun tucked under his left arm when he clipped the leather strap over it, securing it in place. It unnerved her but not as much as the fact that she wanted to use it against him, or the fact that his arm had glowed blue and the other man had fangs. None of that made sense, even when she felt it did.

The man looked at her and she glanced up, meeting his gaze. The streetlights flashed on his face, stealing all colour and warmth from his eyes. They were so cold that she couldnâ€™t tear hers away. She stared into them, chilled by the detached air that he emanated but fascinated by him at the same time. Was he as empty inside as his eyes? She had never met anyone who looked as hollow and emotionless as this man did. Something terrible must have happened to him to make him look this way.

She remembered the way his arm had glowed.

Inhuman.

Her head spun.

Venator.

She wanted to get away from him. Her priority was to escape, not fall under a spell.

They pulled to a halt at a set of traffic lights and her hand went straight for the door. She shoved it open and the man grabbed her, pulling her back against him. The door slammed shut without her touching it and the locks clunked into place. She elbowed the man in the ribs, struggled out of his grip and lunged for the door again, frantically tugging on the handle. It wouldnâ€™t open. Her eyes darted over the moulded leather of the door. No way of unlocking it. The Venator would stop her before she could find the button on the dashboard that would unlock the doors. She spat out a curse. Never mind. If she couldnâ€™t escape, she could at least taste her blood.

â€œYou cannot leave. You are in too much danger out there.â€

Amber stared down at the cut on her right palm. It had bled all over her trousers.

She had to lick the blood and taste it.

She raised her hand but the man caught her wrist.

â€œWhat happened?â€ He frowned at the cut.

Amber tried to get her hand back but his grip was vice tight. Interfering Venator. She gritted her teeth and twisted her arm. He didnâ€™t let go. Her stomach turned when she saw the blood on her palm and her vision distorted. She stopped struggling and looked at the man. His expression was soft, silently reassuring, and the longer she stared at him, the calmer she felt, until the sense that she wasnâ€™t in control of herself disappeared again.

Amber tried to remember what had happened to her hand but it slipped through her fingers every time she came close, as though she didnâ€™t really want to recall it.

â€œHe gave you his blood, didnâ€™t he?â€

That memory popped to the forefront of her mind and she nodded. The man had made her drink his blood. It had been disgusting and she could feel it inside her.

â€œHold on.â€ He released her hand, put the car into gear and roared off the white line.

Amber did. She grabbed the edge of the seat with her left hand as they raced through the streets of London so fast they were a blur. She couldnâ€™t take her eyes off the road and the cars as they swerved around them, barely missing each one. Her heart lodged in her throat, her right hand trembling where she held it out in front of her. What was happening? It felt as though she had slipped into some dreadful fantasy world and she wanted out.

He turned the car around a corner so sharply that the tyres screeched and she slammed against the door, and then they were going down a slope towards an underground garage. The car spun around in the brightly lit space, coming to a halt facing the exit, and the engine cut out. A grey shutter slowly rolled down, eclipsing the world outside.

Amber stared at it, still trying to catch up.

The man had given her blood, and then he had cut her. She needed to taste her blood before the Venator stopped her. She was about to lick her palm when the door beside her opened and he pulled her out of the car.

â€œDamned Venator!â€ She kneed him in the groin and ran for the garage door.

He reached it before her and stood in her path, his eyes darker and colder than ever. He glared at her and drew his gun.

â€œLet her go,â€ he whispered, voice strained.

She grinned, satisfied by the pain in his voice.

â€œNo.â€ Amber tried to pass him.

â€œYou do not want to leave, woman. You do not want to do as he bids.â€

Amber stopped. â€œAs who bids?â€

The strange feeling inside her grew worse, something telling her to keep going and not listen to him. She had to get past the man and drink her blood. That was all that mattered now.

â€œListen to my voice.â€ He put the gun away and stepped up to her.

The moment his hands touched her shoulders, Amber felt different. She stared into his eyes and her thoughts fell into better order, enough that she could recall things clearly again.

Her heart pounded.

â€œThe man made me drink his bloodâ€¦ I saw him in that place with the gates and the disinfectant and then they were after me. He cut me.â€ She held her hand out and it trembled between them, fluttering in time with her heart. â€œI just want to go home. I want this nightmare to end. Please? I canâ€™t take this. Please?â€

The man stepped back, his eyes still fixed intently on her face, the frown not leaving his.

â€œThe man will come for you.â€

â€œFangs,â€ she whispered and her eyes widened. Her heart missed a beat and then slammed painfully against her ribs. â€œHe had fangs. He was going to drink my blood.â€

â€œI will not hurt you. You must ignore your instincts and listen to me. I will not allow him to harm you. You will be safe here,â€ he said, so calmly and softly that the deep waves of fear surging through her eased to gentle ripples. â€œHe will find you if you leave. I can protect you. I will not allow the man to harm you.â€

Amber looked at the closed garage door and then back at him.

There was honesty in his green eyes and her options were limited. Either she stayed here with him, or she ventured outside where there were monsters. If she did that, and the man found her, she wouldnâ€™t escape him a second time. He had fangs. He had been about to drink her blood.

Something inside her said that she would be fine outside, and that she wanted to find the hooded man again. She wanted him to taste her blood. Desired it more than anything. This man was lying to her.

No. Amber closed her eyes, battling the compulsion to leave, and then looked back into the silver-haired manâ€™s eyes.

The other man had wanted to kill her and drink her blood. This man had saved her. He said he could protect her.

â€œI will bandage your hand and make you feel better if you come upstairs,â€ he said in a low voice, one that soothed her ears and quelled her fear. The desire to escape him drifted away, replaced by a need to remain.

â€œWill you tell me whatâ€™s happening to me? I feel strange.â€

He held his hand out, pointing to his left. â€œIf you come with me.â€

Amber looked at the dark grey metal door far to her right across the empty garage and then back at the man. His gaze held hers, cold but honest, and she ignored the voice inside her that was screaming for her to leave and taste her blood.

She nodded and went with him.

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Sunday Snippets from my paranormal romance books – Her Guardian Angel, Forbidden Blood and Love Immortal

Posted on 25th December 2011 by Felicity Heaton

It’s Sunday, and it’s Christmas Day, so Happy Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope that Santa brought you lots of new books or an ereader, and that you have a great time with your family and friends today.

Since it’s a special day, I’m sharing snippets from three of my paranormal romance books. It’s a mixture of angels and vampires for your reading pleasure today. I have snippets from Her Guardian Angel (Her Angel romance series #4), Forbidden Blood and Love Immortal! All of them are available in paperback or in ebook at Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBookstores, Kobo Books, Sony Reader Store and other retailers.

Click on the book covers to read more about the book, including excerpts.

He stood with his back to her, the warm breeze tousling his black hair, his broad shoulders relaxed as though he wasnâ€™t facing two dangerous men.

But what stole her breath, what made her heart flutter in her throat, was his clothing.

Gone were his jeans and shirt and boots.

In their place was something she could only describe as armour but it seemed ridiculous that he would be wearing such a thing. The deep blue back plate shone like mother of pearl in the fading light of evening, reaching only mid-way down his back, and had two long slits over each shoulder blade. She could see his tattoos through them. Strips of armour in a similar material covered his backside like a short skirt but revealed the dark material beneath. His muscular thighs were bare and taut, exuding strength as he stood firm with one hand at his side and the other still clutching hers. The armour encased his bare forearms too, brilliant blue and edged with shining silver and decorated with rearing silver unicorns.

Amelia stared at him, head light and fuzzy, confused and unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

Marcus was wearing armour.

â€œCome on.â€ She grabbed his arm.

He looked at her hand on him, slender but strong. She walked away, luring him along the length of the bar to where she had been sitting, and he followed her blindly.

Kearnâ€™s eyes stuck like glue to the back of her neck, catching teasing glimpses of the nape of it and the black velvet choker through her dark hair. He longed to part the brown waves and kiss there, to run his tongue over her skin and taste her, and feel her shiver in pleasure. He wanted to ease his fangs in deep and slow, claiming her and her blood as his and his alone. Nothing compared to biting someone, to the incredible rush from the connection and the intense intoxicating feel of their blood in your veins. It was what he had been born to doâ€”to take life from the blood of humans like a thief.

Like a beast.

And right now, he wanted to take all of Amber. He wanted to strip away the mask and show her just what he was underneathâ€”a creature lost in her, thirsting for her body and blood.

For her love.

â€œThen what are you?â€ Lauren risked a step towards him, relieved when his expression altered and all sign of his anger melted away. â€œTell me so I can understand. Thereâ€™s so much I still canâ€™t get straight in my head. Please?â€

When his look softened, concern touching his pale eyes, her heart warmed and she took another step forwards, wanting to be closer to him. Her fingers itched with the temptation to reach up and pull the funnel neck of his coat down so she could see his face. She wanted to see if he was as handsome as she was picturing. She needed to see him.

â€œYours,â€ he whispered and her heart leapt. A wave of warm tingles spread through her. He looked away from her and then back again. All affection was gone from his eyes. His tone was empty. â€œYour Arcadian. Your protector.â€

I hope you enjoyed these Sunday Snippets!

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Saturday Snippets from my Paranormal Romance Books – Winter’s Kiss, Ascension and Prophecy: Child of Light

Posted on 24th December 2011 by Felicity Heaton

It’s the weekend which means that it’s time for my Saturday Snippets. Since it’s a special weekend, I’m posting snippets from three of my paranormal romance books each day!

Your Saturday Snippets fix this week comes from Prophecy: Child of Light (Vampires Realm romance series #1), Winter’s Kiss (Vampires Realm romance series #8), and Ascension! Ascension and Prophecy: Child of Light (Vampires Realm romance series #1) are available for just $0.99 and Winter’s Kiss (Vampires Realm romance series #8) is available for just $2.99 for a limited time at Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBookstores, Kobo Books, Sony Reader Store and other retailers.

Click on the book covers to read more about the book, including excerpts.

â€œIâ€™m not a child!â€ She retaliated and his fingers closed tightly around her arms again as he stared into her eyes. They moved over her, hunger burning in him as he ran them down her body and back up again.

â€œYou really arenâ€™t.â€

She stilled in his grasp, her eyes becoming wide at first as she caught his meaning and then drooping again as the moment of recognition passed and the pleasure of the feed fogged her brain.

Her flesh felt so warm under his fingers. The borrowed heat from the blood and the alcohol made her even more alluring than she had been in the cemetery. He pushed her away, wanting to shut out the desire he felt for her. A deeper sensation coiled in the pit of his stomach, spreading into his chest and drawing him to her as she stood before him with a drunken smile on her face. She was too tempting right now and he was too weak to resist if she made a move.

He looked down into her eyes and stepped towards her again. He licked his lips at the same time as she cleaned hers of blood. He wished it were his tongue doing that, not hers.

The sun broke the horizon.

Slumping into the corner, Winter closed his eyes and his head fell forwards. He would need to sleep light in case Willem caught up with them. His eyes opened when Nika knelt beside him, her knees brushing his thigh.

â€œWhat is the matter?â€

She toyed with her cloak and smiled nervously. He frowned and sat up, assessing her heartbeat and the flush of heat through her body, trying to discern what was wrong. Was she becoming sick again? Her heart beat erratically. Deep rose stained her cheeks.

His body jolted when her hand caught his and her fingers curled around to hold it, their tips brushing his palm.

â€œKiss me, Winter, please?â€

When she was like this, the magic making her hungry, it wasnâ€™t her in control. It wasnâ€™t her who reacted to him in lustful ways. It was her magic. It wanted more than just blood. It wanted his power. It wanted his body.

Lealandra suddenly pulled back, releasing him and gasping at air. Her chest heaved with it, bosoms pressing against her rich purple corset top and threatening to spill over. He stared at them, watching the rough rise and fall, tempted to reach out and touch, to take this to the next level regardless of his knowledge that she was barely in control. Until the power in his blood was absorbed into hers, the magic held the reins.

She knocked the air out of his lungs when she slammed into him, her hands on his shoulders, gripping tight. Her mouth was on his before he could stop her, the taste of his own blood stirring his demon until it verged on taking control. He grabbed her arms and shoved her away.

Red eyes glared at him with pure anger.

I hope you enjoyed these Saturday Snippets! What books would you like to see snippets from?

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