{"id":52,"date":"2012-07-14T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-14T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.felicityheaton.com\/blog\/?p=52"},"modified":"2012-07-14T11:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-07-14T11:00:00","slug":"vampirerotique-summer-book-tour-crave-exclusive-excerpt-erotic-vampire-romance-book","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.felicityheaton.com\/blog\/2012\/07\/14\/vampirerotique-summer-book-tour-crave-exclusive-excerpt-erotic-vampire-romance-book\/","title":{"rendered":"Vampirerotique Summer Book Tour: CRAVE Exclusive Excerpt – erotic vampire romance book"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Vampirerotique Summer Book Tour<\/b><\/a> comes to my blog today for an exclusive excerpt from one of the erotic vampire romance books in the series.<\/p>\n

I’ve already tantalised you all with exclusive excerpts from Seduce <\/b>and Covet<\/b>, so it’s time to tease you all with an exciting and sexy double chapter excerpts from Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 2)<\/b><\/a>. Read on to get a taste of the sizzling forbidden desire that sparks between the hero and heroine!<\/p>\n

First, I’ll set the picture with the blurb so you all know a little more about the story and characters.<\/p>\n

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Crave<\/b>
Felicity Heaton<\/b>
His mind has been set on his work for the past one hundred years. Now a forbidden beauty has stolen his attention and is threatening to steal his heart too.<\/p>\n

Callum has come to the city of romance on business, not pleasure, but when he sets eyes on a gorgeous werewolf in a nightclub, he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ignore the dark carnal craving she ignites in him. His work for Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, can wait. The only thing that matters now is satisfying his sinful hunger for a woman who most vampires would consider an enemy.<\/p>\n

Kristina is on the run from her pack. Her alpha is intent on forcing her to bear his child and she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not about to live through the same nightmare as her mother had. When a tall, dark and sexy vampire catches her eye, she can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t believe the ferocity of the desire he unleashes in her or the fact that she enjoys the feel of his eyes on her and his silent pursuit of her in the clubs each night.<\/p>\n

When Kristina finally gets a taste of Callum in a forbidden kiss, will she be strong enough to resist the allure of the vampire and his offer to share his bed for a week of unbridled, wild sex, or will she surrender to her own craving for the safety and passion she finds in his embrace?<\/p>\n

Available in e-book from:<\/b>
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Available in paperback as a Covet and Crave anthology from:<\/b>
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CHAPTER 1 <\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n

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

He should have contacted him again by now. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t as though Callum hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t thought about it. He had booted up his laptop and started to type out the email every morning before retiring for the day. Yesterday, he had even reached the point of typing in his name at the end of the email before deleting the entire thing.<\/p>\n

Callum leaned his back against the brass rail that edged the curved dark mahogany bar top, his green gaze scanning the occupants of the crowded room, picking out viable prey, potential performers, and identifying the species of each person his eyes fell on. Part of him was still working and it was that part that kept whispering that Antoine wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be angry with him for disappearing. If he just dropped a brief email or even a text message stating that he was still looking for performers but hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t spotted anyone worthy of joining the Vampirerotique family in the past week then Antoine would probably forgive him for disobeying his command to contact him daily.<\/p>\n

It would be a lie though.<\/p>\n

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

There was one female who had stood out amongst the usual crowd last week. She was perfect for the new show that Antoine had in mind, could easily be the star performer, but Callum couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bring himself to approach her and whenever he thought about mentioning her to Antoine, a knot formed deep in his gut.<\/p>\n

Callum had ignored the feeling and just satisfied himself with watching her in the club. He had first seen her with another female, one that he had approached during a lull towards the end of the evening. She had eagerly accepted his offer of an audition, even though she knew the sort of place his theatre was and that it didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t normally look for performers from her species.<\/p>\n

Werewolf.
<\/a>When Antoine had first told him that he would be departing for Paris in search of new talent, and that it wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t just be the usual scouting mission this time but would include seeking werewolves for a special performance, Callum had almost choked on his glass of blood.<\/p>\n

Vampirerotique had never hired werewolves before. In fact, he was certain that in the hundred years they had been running the theatre, there had never been a werewolf on stage. Their kind rarely interacted with each other, unless you counted the occasional war. Werewolves didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like vampires. The feeling was more than mutual.<\/p>\n

Callum had sent three werewolves to audition so far, all female as requested.<\/p>\n

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

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

Hell, she had Callum on his knees. He had been following her for a week now, shunning his duty in favour of tracking her down each night and watching her from a distance. His new private pleasure. The club she had chosen tonight catered to a mixed crowd, although the humans didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know that. One of the male bartenders was a shifter, one was human, and one was a vampire. That surprised Callum. He had never thought he would live to see a vampire working alongside a shifter, but the two young males seemed to get along. He couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sense any bad feelings between them so it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t an act put on for the sake of the patrons and the human bartender.<\/p>\n

Callum\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze tracked the female through the club, studying how she slid between the dancers, occasionally stopping to work her body against a male. She smiled wickedly at a young human man as he caught her wrist and pulled her against him, twisting her so her back pressed against his front. She wriggled her hips and raised her hands above her head as she slid down the length of her partner and then back up again, almost as tall as he was in her heeled black boots. Her tight dark jeans emphasised lean long legs that Callum had rather disturbingly dreamed about since first seeing her, imagining their slender strong lengths wrapped around his backside as he fucked her. He had dreamed about pushing the loose flowing material of her empire-line top up to reveal the toned plane of her stomach and then kissing it, feeling her body shift beneath him, before continuing and peeling the high waist tucked under her breasts over their full firm globes. He had dipped his head and captured each sweet dusky bud in turn, swirling his tongue around and sucking them until she moaned low in appreciation.<\/p>\n

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

She was his.<\/p>\n

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

Callum shook his head to rid it of the desire to dance with her and feel her body pressing into his, hot and supple under his questing hands. He wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let her go as easily as the male human had.<\/p>\n

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

She was a vixen, a real predator as she glanced over every man, even those with partners, looking for tonight\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fun. He had seen her leave with a new man every night. A strange urge to follow her and see what she did with them had built inside him until he had no longer been able to resist the need to know. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t what he had thought it would be and an even stranger feeling had swept through him on realising that she was luring males away to feed on them. Like his kind, werewolves enjoyed the taste of blood and needed it to survive, although they could supplement their need with nourishment from food.<\/p>\n

Unlike his kind, werewolves couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t turn a human. Her bite wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t change the human into a werewolf. Once she had finished with the man, she had wiped his memory and left him in the alley.<\/p>\n

Callum had almost followed her home but had forced himself to return to his hotel instead. The sight of her feeding had given him some seriously erotic dreams and he had woken tonight with a raging erection that hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t gone down until he had tended to it.<\/p>\n

It was coming back as he watched her, his thoughts diving down routes they shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be taking. A vampire had no place desiring a werewolf.<\/p>\n

Desiring?<\/p>\n

Hell, this hunger went beyond desire and ran deeper in his veins than lust.<\/p>\n

He craved her.<\/p>\n

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

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll take one of those,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d a female voice said right beside him, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153and tall, dark and sexy here is paying.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He was?<\/p>\n

Callum frowned and turned to say that he damn well wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t paying for her drink and froze as his eyes fell on the female werewolf. He felt the vampire bartender\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze on him, sensed him waiting to see what Callum\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reply would be. Callum glanced at him and nodded. The vampire made up another glass of blood, stuck a cherry in it, and slid it over to her before moving away.<\/p>\n

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

Callum was smitten.<\/p>\n

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

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been watching me like I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a bitch in heat and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re an alpha. What gives?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t French as he had expected. Her accent was as British as his own.<\/p>\n

Callum calmly removed her hand from his tie, straightened it out and smoothed it down. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just here on business, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m definitely not an alpha. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a vampire.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

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

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A vampire with a definite hard-on for a species most of his kind would see as disgusting and forbidden,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said over the rapid beat of the music, lifted the cocktail stick and cherry from her drink, and popped it into her mouth.<\/p>\n

Callum\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze narrowed on her mouth, transfixed by the sight of her sucking the cherry. She parted her lips and withdrew the glossy red fruit, dipped it back into her blood and swirled it around before raising it back to her mouth and teasing him by licking the crimson liquid off it again. His chest tightened and he struggled to breathe as the tip of her tongue flicked over the cherry, swirling around it. She slowly slid the fruit into her mouth, lips puckering as she sucked, her eyes closing in what looked like pleasure to him. The sight of her ratcheted his hunger up another notch, flooding him with a deep throbbing ache to feel her tongue brushing his in the way it had the cherry, to have her mouth on his flesh and to run his lips over every inch of her bare skin and drive her wild until she was sobbing his name and begging for more.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have a hard-on for your species… just you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Callum moved faster than she could evade, catching the wrist of the hand she held the cocktail stick in, pulling it away from her lips and claiming them for his own.<\/p>\n

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

She liked it.<\/p>\n

The female werewolf snapped out of his grasp and slapped him so hard across his cheek that he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fail to realise where he had gone wrong. His fangs cut into his lower lip. He hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t noticed them extending. Before he could explain to her that it was just the heat of the moment that had brought them out and that he hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t intended to bite her, she was striding away from him, heading back towards the busy dance floor.<\/p>\n

Callum growled, swiftly drank his martini glass of blood to take the edge off his hunger and followed her, intent on explaining and tasting her again. The crowd kept closing behind her, blocking his way and frustrating him. He pushed through them, his senses tracking her so he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t lose her again. She wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t heading out of the club at least. The expansive dark club only had one exit and that was the other way, beyond the bar. She was either heading towards the booths that lined the edges of the room or the dance floor itself. Was she planning on losing him in the throng of people? It would be difficult to track her in amongst so many signatures. There were several other werewolves in the club tonight. Their presence would help mask hers even though he knew her scent now, had instinctively put it to memory when kissing her. Devil, she had tasted so wicked and delicious.<\/p>\n

Callum licked the faint trace of blood off his lips and finally broke through the crowd around the bar, coming out near the edge of the dance floor. The heavy beat of the music pounded through his body, thrumming in his veins, pushing the tension mounting inside him, the need to find her and have her in his arms again.<\/p>\n

The need to taste her lips.<\/p>\n

He scoured the dancers and spotted her heading closer to the DJ. The lights flashed brightest there, hurting his eyes, and the volume of the music would be unbearable that close to the speakers. She knew vampires well. Her species could move around during the day so they weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t as sensitive to light and her hearing wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t as acute when she was in her human form. She stopped there and danced with a male. He couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell whether her partner was human or werewolf, but he was immense, taller and broader than Callum was. She had intentionally chosen a place that would hurt him and had now selected a partner who could easily protect her. Her wiliness told Callum that the male would be a werewolf.<\/p>\n

He only wondered why she no longer looked confident. Her gaze constantly darted about as she danced with the man, her body held at a distance from his, as though she was afraid to get any closer. Why would she fear her own kind?<\/p>\n

That question and the challenge she had issued by choosing to dance with an immense werewolf in an area that was uncomfortable for Callum drove him onto the dance floor. He moved through the crowd, his gaze constantly on her, studying her face and the flicker of fear that was gradually surfacing in her eyes. The usual confident shine in them was gone by the time he was within a few metres of her.<\/p>\n

The male werewolf caught her shoulders, turned her around and dragged her back against his bulky body, caging her there with a thick forearm across her stomach. His black t-shirt stretched over an obscene amount of muscle and Callum considered the insanity of approaching such a male. Although he was likely older than the werewolf, and vampires were inherently more powerful, his build was almost slender compared to him and he was a good few inches shorter too. That could be an advantage though. A lower centre of gravity gave him a more solid footing than his monolithic rival and his slimmer build gave him the advantage of speed. He could probably incapacitate the werewolf with only minimal injury to himself.<\/p>\n

However.<\/p>\n

There were two other male werewolves seated on the curved dark leather seat of the booth behind the male dancing with the woman, and both of them were watching the couple. Three glasses stood on the oval black table in the centre of the booth. The male was with them.<\/p>\n

One werewolf he might be able to handle.<\/p>\n

Three would crush him.<\/p>\n

It should have stopped him from pursuing the woman, but his feet still propelled him forwards, towards what could only be a bloody and painful future.<\/p>\n

He couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t turn back now that he had tasted her.<\/p>\n

He hungered for another touch, another taste.<\/p>\n

He craved her.<\/p>\n

And he would have her.<\/p>\n

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CHAPTER 2 <\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n

What was she doing?<\/p>\n

When she had fled England, Kristina had vowed to avoid interacting with werewolves. It was safest that way, no matter how much she often craved the company of her kind. All packs had a unique scent, something a werewolf could smell on each other and recognise. Part of her training as a cub had been spent on burning knowledge of the European werewolf packs and their scents into her mind. It was something all packs taught their young. The man now grinding against her backside and turning her stomach with his dominant grip on her was from a local pack here in Paris but that didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mean he wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t turn her over.<\/p>\n

She had been on the run from her pack for months now but she was sure they were still looking for her.<\/p>\n

This was a mistake.<\/p>\n

Kristina tried to get free of her partner but his thick arm tightened across her stomach, holding her firm. A spark of panic leapt through her blood and she struggled to tamp it down and disguise it so he wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sense it in her. She made out she was turning in his arms and he allowed it, his large hands moving to her backside, clutching and squeezing.<\/p>\n

What the Hell had she been thinking?<\/p>\n

The vampire had scared her and she had gone running to her own kind. Pathetic. She was stronger than that. So his fangs had come out and she had felt their sharp tips on her tongue, that didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mean he had intended to bite her. Not everything she had been told about vampires was true. She had thought she had known that, had accepted it as fact, and had always been proud of herself for being able to see that vampires weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really a threat unless you made them one by provoking them. It turned out that she was wrong and she hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t accepted it after all. The moment his fangs had touched her, she had panicked and lashed out, her heart rocketing and hackles rising. Everything bad she had ever been told about vampires had shot through her mind and she had gone with it rather than telling herself that it was just desire that had brought his fangs out. It was a reaction her kind shared with vampires. Whenever she got a little overexcited, her canines extended against her will.<\/p>\n

She should have been flattered by his reaction to her kiss, not sought to knock his fangs out.<\/p>\n

She was no better than every other werewolf. They had driven fear of vampires, horror stories about them, so deep into her mind that she couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t escape it even when she thought that she had.<\/p>\n

The male werewolf leaned down towards her and she stiffened in his arms, fear of him rising inside her and telling her to break away from him, that he would try to dominate her just as her alpha had. She had to run.<\/p>\n

His warm breath washed over her skin, turning her stomach, and she shrank backwards, trying to escape his touch. She had been a fool to run back to her own kind for protection. She had probably been safer with the vampire than she was with this male. They all wanted the same thing from her, all smelt her readiness to mate and took it to mean that she wanted them when she didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. She wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t interested in bearing cubs like a dutiful female. She wanted a life.<\/p>\n

A firm cool hand on her shoulder caused her to jump. The start of a shriek escaped her before she clamped down hard on it and the world whirled past her in a blur of blue and purple neon and laser lights. A hard wall of black slammed against her and a low threatening snarl curled out over the pumping music.<\/p>\n

Her instincts sparked, senses zeroing in on the male werewolf at her back and the dark presence of vampire in front of her. The vampire\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm tightened around her, pressing her to his chest, and he snarled again, a feral sound that a werewolf would have been proud of making. The werewolf growled back but it lacked the strength and ferocity of the vampire\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, sounding weak and tailing off at the end.<\/p>\n

Kristina glanced up at her unlikely saviour, looking past the strong defined line of his jaw and the sensual mouth that had sent her head spinning with only a kiss, beyond his straight nose that said he might be an aristocrat vampire, to the red coals of his irises and the vertical slits of his pupils. He growled again, bearing his fangs. They were enormous now, fully extended as he threatened the werewolf behind her.<\/p>\n

The werewolf snarled back at him and she sensed the two other male werewolves rise from their seats, heading out of the booth to back up their leader.<\/p>\n

Kristina wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure how to defuse the situation before it exploded. She did the first thing that came to her.<\/p>\n

She tiptoed, caught the vampire\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheek in her palm, and kissed him.<\/p>\n

The werewolves behind her stopped moving. The vampire froze against her, his mouth slack and unmoving. With all four males shocked, Kristina made her move. She grabbed the vampire\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand, twisted out of his embrace, and dragged him into the crowd. They had made it halfway across the dance floor before she heard the werewolf growl and felt the vampire come back to his senses. His hand shifted in hers and he spun her into his arms. He looked down at her, the flicker of coloured lights over his face turning his eyes from red to blue to purple and back again.<\/p>\n

Kristina expected him to shout at her, or try to escape her grasp and return to fight the werewolf, or do something.<\/p>\n

He just stood there in the middle of the dance floor staring at her.<\/p>\n

His pupils gradually widened, switching back to their normal state, and the colour of his irises shifted, so the lights now made them flicker between green, blue and purple.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t going to bite you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said in a low voice that she barely heard over the music and stepped towards her, until she could sense his body close to hers and the temptation to move the bare few inches and bring them against each other hummed through her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But he was.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

The hard look that entered his emerald eyes caused her to divert hers and she stared past him, not wanting to admit that he was right and the male werewolf had intended to mark her right there in front of everyone and she had been too weak and scared to do anything about it.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s your name?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she whispered and shoved her weakness away, cleared her throat, lifted her chin and looked directly into his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I think I have a right to know the name of my hero.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hero?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He laughed and shook his head, causing a silken strand of his long black hair to drift down against his cheek. He casually swept it back behind his ear, so it curled around it, and then smiled at her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m hardly the good guy here… but you can call me Callum.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Callum. Cal. Although he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look like the sort of man who would easily accept someone shortening his name without permission.<\/p>\n

Kristina bravely closed the gap between them and ran her hands over the soft black cotton of his obviously expensive shirt. His chest was granite hard beneath the material, the feel of it sending a hum of pleasure through her body as she recalled the strength of his grip when he had kissed her and when he had rescued her from one of her own kind. She slid her palms up to his strong broad shoulders, looped them around his neck, and started to move against him.<\/p>\n

He kept perfectly still, the calm confidence in his eyes melting away to allow something akin to confusion to surface.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, Callum.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She tipped her head back and looked up into his eyes. They were locked on hers, searching, probing, as though hers might tell him what she was up to and what she intended to get out of him by swaying in his arms. His pupils dilated with the first brush of her hips across his and his bowed lips parted to reveal the barest trace of straight white teeth. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you want to know my name?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Kristina rotated her hips into his and held her nerve when she felt the growing bulge in his black trousers. He looked beautifully startled when she pressed her groin against his, moving up and down his body, teasing him with the friction.<\/p>\n

The hunger for him that had begun as little more than a spark of interest when she had noticed him watching her around six days ago had slowly grown into a burning desire for him three days ago and she had been teasing him since then, toying with him. She had wanted to speak to him so many times so she could know why he watched her so closely and why he was following her. Her initial reaction had been one of fear but then she had realised that he was a vampire, not one of her alpha\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s goons come to take her home. The feel of his eyes on her had given her confidence that she had never felt before. She had danced with men, aware that he was watching, putting on a show for him. Her nightly repertoire had grown in the strange pre-dawn twilight this morning, climaxing in her feeding on a human man while he watched from the shadows.<\/p>\n

When she had stepped away from the man and wiped his mind of the incident, replacing the memories with ones of passion, she had felt sure that the vampire would make his move, that the sight of her feeding would have driven him over the edge. He had stayed in the shadows for long minutes and then left. Had he fought his desire and won?<\/p>\n

Part of her despised him for that, for having better control than she had over herself. She hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been able to overcome her curiosity tonight and had gone to him, only to run away like a cub when she had felt his fangs. Well, that wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t happen again.<\/p>\n

Kristina wiggled her way back up him, twirled the long black hair in the ponytail at the nape of his neck, and smiled into his eyes, giving him her best seductive look.<\/p>\n

His pupils dilated further and he finally moved, his hands coming to settle on her hips and then sliding upwards to the low waist of her tight jeans. She shivered with the first caress of his cool palms over her waist, his hands under the flowing loose material of her top. His thumbs pressed into her stomach, fingers firm against her back, the touch electrifying her. It was dominant but in the best way. He was reconfirming his strength and silently telling her that he could easily take control of things if he wanted, while his expression told her that he was also more than happy to comply and let her take the lead.<\/p>\n

She swayed her hips and moved down his body again, trailing her palms over his shoulders and chest, forcing his hands on her up to her ribs and the sides of her breasts. His eyes narrowed briefly, heat blazing in them as he shifted his hands forwards to capture her breasts, and then he frowned when she worked her way upwards again before he could touch them.<\/p>\n

He stepped into her, wedging a hard muscular thigh between her legs and stopping her from wriggling. A moan slipped from her lips as he moved it, brushing it against her groin, and she looped her arms around his neck. Staring into his eyes, lost in them, she forgot about the werewolves in the club and the pack back in England that were searching for her. The world fell away, taking her cares with it, stripping her of the part of her that continually whispered that this man was not for her.<\/p>\n

It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t matter that he was handsome and strong. It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t matter that when he watched her she felt as though she could do anything. It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t matter that she wanted him more than was reasonable and that her need for him was fierce and controlled her to a degree.<\/p>\n

He was a vampire.<\/p>\n

In his arms like this, that was the thing that no longer mattered.<\/p>\n

He bent towards her, his hands pressing into her sides as he lowered them down from her waist over her hips and round to her backside. He pulled her closer, cranking her temperature up another ten degrees, and moved against her. The slide of his thigh between hers, the fleeting contact between his hard body and her aching one, had her sinking her teeth into her lower lip. She wanted more, cursed her tight jeans for inhibiting her and stopping her from being able to gain the satisfaction she desired. She pushed against him, curling her hips, hungry and seeking more friction to sate her need.<\/p>\n

Callum\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cool skin brushing her neck startled her and her gaze leapt from his to what she could see of his hand out of the corner of her eye. He swept the tangled lengths of her hair from her throat, the teasing whisper of his fingers over her hungry body almost too much for her to bear, and then leaned into her. Kristina moaned and couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop herself from tilting her head to one side even though she was aware that by doing so she was breaking the rules of her kind. It was wrong of her to welcome a vampire\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s touch and let him kiss her throat, especially when she had feared one of her own species doing such a thing to her just minutes before.<\/p>\n

It was different with Callum.<\/p>\n

The hard press of his lips on her throat, the sweep of his tongue over her jugular, stirred only desire in her, flooding her with the ache to bury her fingers into his hair and anchor him there so he wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop. There was no threat in his caress, no sense that he intended to sink his fangs into her, and even if he did, it would only be the vampire equivalent of a love bite.<\/p>\n

The werewolf had intended to mark her and claim her with the bite.<\/p>\n

A vampire couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do such a thing.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me your name,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Callum husked into her ear, his cool breath tickling her skin. He kissed and sucked her earlobe, curled his tongue around it, sending a shiver down her throat that set her aflame. She rocked against him, meeting his shallow thrusts, panting as her desire got the better of her. His firm grip on her backside with one hand and the nape of her neck with the other drove her wild. She bucked and writhed, rubbing herself along the length of his thigh. Her fingertips pressed into the hard bulge of his pectorals and raked downwards, catching his nipples through his black shirt and tearing a groan from him. She answered him with a moan of her own when she reached the granite slab of his stomach, her imagination running away with her. What would he look like nude and in all his glory? She pictured a lean built physique. Muscles that could melt a woman right down to her core barely hidden beneath milky skin. A trail of hair as dark as his ponytail that led down from the sensual dip of his navel to his impressive hard cock. Lithe powerful legs that exuded strength as much as the rest of him. He was a god in her imagination.<\/p>\n

Would he be that way in reality?<\/p>\n

She had an itch to find out and wanted to scratch it right there in the club.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said again, voice rough with desire, and nipped her earlobe. It was hard to think when he was licking and kissing, his body moving into hers, hands grasping and kneading. She couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t remember her own name. All she knew was intense pleasure and a craving for more.<\/p>\n

He chuckled against her throat and kissed it again, wet open mouthed ones that made the fragments of thoughts she had gathered scatter and tore a moan from her.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not the only one having trouble functioning here.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d His voice was a silken purr in her ear and he suddenly stepped away from her.<\/p>\n

Kristina stood on jelly legs, gripping the sleeves of his black shirt in tight fists to keep herself upright. He looked around them and enough sense broke through the haze of arousal fogging her mind for her to wonder what he was looking for. She stumbled when he locked a strong hand around her wrist and strode towards the edge of the dance floor. She bumped into several dancers, mumbling apologies, and saw past Callum\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wide shoulders. A couple exited one of the curtained booths directly ahead of them. A blush blazed across her cheeks as she realised what he was up to and what might happen between them if she entered the private booth with him and sense reared its ugly head and told her to break free of him before it was too late.<\/p>\n

The desire to do such a thing faltered and died when he looked over his shoulder at her, his hungry gaze devouring hers, expressing everything that she was feeling inside. He knew as well as she did that this was wrong but it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stopping him.<\/p>\n

And she wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let it stop her either.<\/p>\n

He pulled her into the booth, closed the heavy black velvet curtains with one stroke, and turned on her.<\/p>\n

Kristina let her breath out on a sigh as he claimed her waist, moulded her body against the hard expanse of his, and kissed her.<\/p>\n

Before she started to kiss him back, before things got beyond her control and she lost her ability to think again, she pulled away and stared into his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kristina,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she breathed and he grinned sexily.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now I know what to call you when I lose myself in you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Oh, Heavens, that sounded so hot husked in his deep voice as he stared at her with hungry eyes that promised he wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let her go until he had satisfied the passion bouncing between them. Kristina grabbed his tie, yanked him to her and pressed a brief hard kiss to his lips.<\/p>\n

She smiled wickedly.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mister, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be screaming it by the time I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m done with you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

I hope you enjoyed this double excerpt!<\/p>\n

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Be sure to follow this fantastic tour between June 28th and August 25th to learn more about the passionate heroes, wicked heroines, and life at London\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s premier vampire erotic theatre! You can also find yourself in with a chance to win a $50 or $25 Amazon Gift Certificate<\/b> if you follow the tour. More details, including how to enter and a full list of stops, are available at the Vampirerotique Summer Book Tour<\/a> page.<\/i><\/p>\n

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Books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series<\/b>
Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 1)<\/a>
Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 2)<\/a>
Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 3)<\/a>
Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 4) \u00e2\u20ac\u201c Coming August 4th!
Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 5) \u00e2\u20ac\u201c Coming soon!
Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 6) \u00e2\u20ac\u201c Coming in 2013!<\/p>\n

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