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Vampire Week: Michele Bardsley
Mar 22, 2011 
Filed under: book recommendation, excerpts, guest blogger, interview, paranormal, vampire, Vampire Week 
Tags: erotic romance, Michele Bardsley, paranormal, paranormal romance, vampire, Vampire Week
Today the lovely Michele Bardsley shares her creative take on vampires….
Vampire Moms are Cool (and Scary) by Michele Bardsley
Writers are often given the advice to “write what you know,” which honestly isn’t all that fun. We know boring crap, like how to do dishes and mow lawns and yell at children. Wait. That’s what parents know. Writers know … how to make up stuff and Google a lot.
In 2004, I really wanted to write a vampire novel. Even though I was told the market was oversaturated with fanged ones (Hah! We are still neck deep in vampires, people … and yes, I will continue to make lame vampire jokes. You’re welcome.), I couldn’t get the idea outta my head about a group of single parents who were suddenly undead. My parental mind whirled with all the possibilities.
What would you do if you could never see the sun again? What if you were on a permanent blood diet? What if you had no choice but to become nocturnal? How in the world would you raise kids when you’re dealing with paranormal issues–not to mention a few cool new superpowers like über strength and mind control? How would you deal with the concept that you’re immortal … and your children are not? And what if a 4,000-year-old Irish hottie told you that you were his destined soulmate? (Okay, that last question was just a perk of writing romance. Heh.)
Answering these questions is how the small town of Broken Heart, Oklahoma and its supernatural residents were born. The first character to experience the wonders of being undead was Jessica Matthews, widowed mother of two. She’s just a normal mom dragging the trash can out to the curb one night, and then she gets attacked, killed, and wham! She’s sucking on the muscled thigh of a vampire with a killer accent and eyes like silver (that’s Patrick O’Halloran … oh, yeah, he’s that hot).
I wasn’t sure that readers would embrace the idea of parental bloodsuckers. After all, my vampires (aside from Lorcan, of course) aren’t driven by angst and guilt. Mostly, they’re cool with being undead and immortality and having awesome abilities. Also, my heroines are all snarky, and the stories, even when I’m addressing serious issues, are all on the humorous side.
Readers not only liked the concept of paranormal parents, but also enjoyed the world I created in Oklahoma, which is now populated with a variety of parakind. Broken Heart has lycanthropes, were-cats, fairies, dragons, and … well, who knows what else. Those are stories waiting to be told. To think, it all started with one smart-ass mother who doesn’t mind being a vampire at all. And when she says clean your room, kiddo, she means it. Hey! Don’t make her get out the fangs.
Excerpt from I’M THE VAMPIRE, THAT’S WHY
By Michele Bardsley
The night I died, I was wrestling a garbage can to the curb.
I had a perfectly healthy fourteen-year-old son who should have taken out the garbage after dinner, but he, and let me quote him directly here, “forgot.”
Every Sunday and Wednesday night we had the same conversation, usually five minutes after he crawled into bed. Here’s the script:
Enter the Mother into the Pit of the Despair. I refuse to walk more than a foot into the Pit because I’m afraid a radiated tentacle might emerge from a gooey pile of papers and clothes and drag me, screaming and clutching at the faded carpet, into the smells-like-lima-beans clutter. I open the door, try not to inhale any noxious boy-room fumes, and delicately scoot one Ked-protected foot inside. Cue dialogue.
“G’night, honey. And Bry? Did you take out the garbage?”
“Oops.”
“It’s twice a week. It’s your only chore. I pay you ten bucks every Friday morning to do it.”
“It’s a heinous chore.”
“I know. That’s why I pay you to do it.”
“Sorry, Mom. I forgot.”
At this point in the twice-weekly argument, variations occurred. Sometimes, Bryan faked snores until I went away, sometimes he actually fell asleep mid-lecture, and sometimes he whined about how his nine-year-old sister Jenny didn’t do chores and I still paid her five dollars every Friday morning.
So, yet again, just after ten p.m. on a Wednesday night, I found myself pulling first one, then the second thirty-gallon garbage can down the driveway, and trying to align the grimy plastic containers near, but not off, the curb. Do not get me started on sloppy, lid-flinging, half-trash-dumping garbage men who are extraordinarily picky about the definition of “curbside pick-up.”
When huge, hairy hands grabbed my shoulders and heaved me across the street and into Mrs. Ryerson’s prized rose bushes, I didn’t have time to scream, much less panic. The whatever-it-was leapt upon me and ripped open my neck, snuffling and snarling as it sucked at the bleeding wound.
Good God. What sort of man-creature could hold a grown woman down like a Great Dane and gnaw on her like a favorite chew toy? It slurped and slurped and slurped … until the excruciating pain (and honey, I’ve suffered through labor twice) faded into a feeling of weightlessness. I felt very floaty, like my body had turned into mist, or like that time in college when I took a hit of acid and had the “Tinkerbell” episode. I knew that if I just let go, I’d rise into the night sky and free myself from gravity … from responsibility … from Bryan and Jenny.
Just thinking about my kids slammed me down to Earth. My husband had passed away a little more than year ago in a car accident. Don’t feel too sorry for me, though. I was in the middle of divorcing the son-of-a-bitch.
I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t lift my arms. I couldn’t open my eyes. But I felt my body again, every aching, pain-throbbing inch of it. The heavy, smelly thing pressing my limp body into thorny branches and noisily smacking against my throat grunted and rolled off. Dry grass crunched and leaves rattled as it moved, growling and groaning like well-fed coyote. I didn’t flicker an eyelid for fear it would try for a killing blow, though if the state of my neck wound was as bad as I thought, I was dead anyway. Then I heard the sounds of bare feet slapping against pavement and realized the thing was running away. Fast.
I don’t remember how I disentangled my sorry self from the bushes. I have vague memories of the roses’ too sweet scent as I crawled across the street and collapsed near my knocked-over garbage cans.
For those who know me, meeting my end amid muttered curses and spilled refuse was not a great shock. But, shock or not, it was still a crappy way to go.
* * *
Some people believe that dying ends all possibilities of humiliation.
Not so.
When I awoke, I wasn’t standing at the pearly gates of heaven. Well, not unless the religious definition of “pearly gates” was way, way off-base.
I was latched onto the velvety inside of a muscular male thigh, my teeth embedded in the flesh near his groin, my mouth soaked with warm, very tasty liquid.
No, the man was not wearing pants. Hell, he wasn’t wearing underwear. Who am I kidding? The man didn’t have on a stitch of clothing.
I wish I could say that the embarrassment of my cheek brushing against his testicles outweighed my need to suck his blood—and yeah, I know, ew—but it was like … it was like … a half-off sale at Pottery Barn. No, better. It was like eating, without gastrointestinal or caloric consequences, a two-pound box of Godiva’s champagne truffles. No, no … like … oh God, like finally fitting into that pair of skinny jeans that taunts every woman from the back of her closet.
Uh-huh. Now you know the ecstasy I’m talking about.
After another minute or two of sucking on the stranger’s thigh, I felt firm, long fingers under my chin.
“That’s enough, love,” said an Irish-tinted voice. “You’re healed now.”
With great reluctance, I allowed the fingers cupping my jaw to disengage me from the yummy thigh. I sat up, licking my lips to get every dribble of blood (ew, again) smeared on my mouth.
“Where am I? What happened? Where are my kids?”
“Ssshhh. Everything will be explained.” He tilted his head, looking me over in a way that caused heat to skitter in my stomach. “Your children are fine. Damian is watchin’ them.”
Damian? Who the fuck was Damian? Whoa, girl. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Well, crud. The whole breath thing wasn’t working. I didn’t even want to think about my lack of heartbeat. I had to stay calm. I focused on the room and realized I could see everything clearly. What the hell? I had been relying on glasses to see past my nose for almost ten years. With this kind of vision, I probably could see all the way to Canada.
“So … with all the, uh, blood-sucking, I’m guessing I’m a vampire now.” Just saying “I’m” and “vampire” together was so ridiculous, I wanted to giggle.
Vampire Week – Kate Hill
Mar 21, 2011 Filed under: book recommendation, excerpts, guest blogger, interview, paranormal, vampire, Vampire Week Tags: Changeling Press, erotic romance, gay romance, Kate Hill, m/m romance, paranormal, vampire, Vampire Week
Today to kick off Vampire Week, Kate Hill shares her love of vampires……
Vampires–A Family Tradition by Kate Hill
For as long as I can remember, vampires have been part of my life. As a child I used to watch vampire movies with my mother. She was also a vampire fan. Maybe because I grew up watching vampire movies and reading vampire fiction, I never found them particularly frightening, but I always found them intriguing.
I like the idea of their extended lives and I love their physical strength. While I enjoy many characteristics of traditional vampires, I also like stories that take liberties with the legends surrounding them.
As a reader and a writer, I prefer stories in which vampires are not inherently evil and I also love the idea of vampires as aliens or another species instead of supernatural monsters. In my books, vampires are like humans in that some are good, some are bad and others fall somewhere in between.
For me vampire stories are an irresistible contradiction. They’re exciting yet comfortable and seamlessly blend romance, erotica and horror, sometimes with a touch of science fiction.
My latest series of vampire books is called Bloody or Nothing. It’s set in my Blood and Soul vampire world. In the first Bloody or Nothing book, called Sudsy, a vampire drag queen who protects Las Vegas from vampiric crime teams up with a handsome singer whose affair with an up and coming mixed martial artist threatens his life. Sudsy and his new lover join a fight against an evil bent on taking over the world.
The following excerpt is from Sudsy, available from Changeling Press.
Thank you for looking and thanks for having me on your blog, Silvia!
Excerpt from BLOODY OR NOTHING: SUDSY by Kate Hill
From Changeling Press
Julian rose and approached. He wore another simple black shirt open halfway down his chest. Sudsy longed to stroke those curly dark hairs dusting his pecs and take a closer look at Julian’s interesting tattoo of roses.
“Different look,” Julian said, his gaze searching Sudsy’s face, then sliding down his chiseled chest in the snug tank and lingering on the bulge in the front of his trousers. When he was in drag no one had a clue exactly how well endowed Sudsy was. “I like it.”
Sudsy cocked an eyebrow, as if to say who asked. This didn’t seem to intimidate Julian in the least.
The singer stepped even closer and added, “I like it a lot.”
“So the rumors about you are true?”
“Which ones?”
“The ones that say you swing both ways?”
A few of the local gossip columns had made mention of Julian’s bisexual tendencies.
A smile tugged at Julian’s adorable lips. The top one curved into a delicate bow, but the lower one was full and enticing. Sudsy longed to nip and suck it.
“Partially true.”
“Oh.” Sudsy stepped away and turned to the balcony where he looked out at the city lights. “I see.”
Seconds later, Julian’s hand fell lightly on Sudsy’s shoulder. Sudsy turned to him. Their burning gazes locked and this time Julian stood so close that their lips almost touched.
“Playing along with the bi rumors helps my career. I have a fair share of female fans and women love to flirt, you know.”
Sudsy smiled. “Naughty boy.”
“I’ll show you just how naughty I can be, if you let me.”
Julian’s face dipped even closer, but Sudsy stepped back and placed a hand to the mortal’s chest. He’d meant the gesture to stop any further contact, but that was a very bad idea. Beneath Julian’s warm, hair-dusted flesh, he felt the mortal’s heartbeat and its quickness told him the man was truly aroused, not just offering payback or prepayment for the business deal they’d discussed. Not to mention the scent of his lust didn’t lie.
Julian drew a deep breath and hesitation glistened in his eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“I’ve had a long night, Julian, and you’re still healing. Not to mention we need to talk business.”
“Yes. Business. If you think I’m trying to bargain for a better offer–”
Sudsy narrowed his eyes. “You’re good at getting what you want, aren’t you, Julian?”
At that comment, Julian laughed sardonically. “Yeah I’m great at getting what I want. I’m unemployed, unattached and recovering from a stab wound. Everything is going exactly as I planned.”
Sudsy folded his arms across his chest and sighed deeply. This guy got to him and that could be either wonderful or dangerous.
“I’ll be glad to help, if you tell me what happened because I don’t believe for a second you were mugged.”
“Why would I lie?”
Shrugging, Sudsy said, “People have lots of reasons to lie. I don’t think you’re into anything illegal.”
“I’m not.”
“Then maybe it’s someone you care about–someone you’re trying to protect?”
The look in Julian’s eyes and the sudden skip of a heartbeat told Sudsy he was close to the truth. Sudsy was an excellent judge of character. He’d possessed that gift long before becoming a vampire.
“Whoever it is, are you certain he or she is worth risking your life for?”
Julian didn’t reply and for several long moments they stared at each other, Sudsy willing the mortal to confess and Julian holding strong against the vampire’s hypnotic gaze. Very few mortals could endure a vampire’s probing stare without surrendering, but despite Julian’s pretty boy appearance, he emanated underling toughness. He was a complex man and one Sudsy wanted to know better.
“I’ve had a long night,” Sudsy said. “And I need to get some sleep.”
When he headed for the door, Julian’s long fingers curved snugly around his upper arm. Sudsy glanced at his hand then met Julian’s piercing gaze.
“Sleep here,” Julian said, his voice soft but commanding. Another smile tugged at Sudsy’s lips. Julian aroused him to a feverish level, but no one gave Sudsy orders.
“Do you know what you’re asking for, stud?” Sudsy asked.
In reply, Julian tugged Sudsy closer and covered his mouth in a searing kiss.
Damn. In his long, long life no one had ever kissed him like this.
About Kate Hill
What do trips around the world, endless nights of breathtaking sex, and a muscular, 6-foot 3-inch, brown-haired, blue-eyed significant other have to do with Kate Hill? Absolutely nothing, but she can dream, can’t she? In reality Kate is a single vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies.
Currently, she might not be traveling around the world, but Kate has visited Europe and Africa and those beautiful places have been wonderful inspiration for her writing. While working at various times as a clerk, assistant karate instructor, house painter and banker, Kate dreamed of being an author. In 1996 her first short story was accepted for publication and since then she has sold over ninety short stories, novellas and novels.
When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, and researching vampires and Viking history. Visit Kate online.
It’s A Vampire Celebration!
Mar 20, 2011 Filed under: book release, excerpts, paranormal, vampire Tags: Changeling Press, erotic romance, erotica, magic, menage, paranormal, paranormal romance, vampire, wizard
This week, in honor or my latest release, Revision, I’m going to be hosting a celebration of vampires. Several fantastic authors will join me in sharing thoughts what makes vampires so appealing. For now, here’s a taste of Niall and Ethan, two very seductive vampire assassins:
Excerpt from Revision by Silvia Violet
Niall slid silently from the bed, cursing his lack of a weapon. Someone was on Vivian’s balcony. He could hear a single heartbeat. He reached out with his mind, but whoever it was had shields too thick for him to break without giving himself away.
The balcony door slid open. Niall stepped into the living room, cloaking himself. No human would be able to see him now. Of course, he doubted the intruder was human, but he could always hope.
A tall man stepped into Vivian’s apartment.
Niall sprang.
The man captured his wrist in an unbreakable grip. “You could have told me you’d reclaimed your body.”
“Ethan.” Niall’s partner dropped his arm, and Niall stepped back.
Ethan growled. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I needed to regain my strength.”
Ethan arched a brow. “Based on your smell and appearance I’d say you needed to fuck someone’s brains out.”
Niall ran his hand through his ruffled hair. “I would have contacted you as soon as we woke.”
“It’s not like you to be distracted from a mission.”
“After months of being trapped by that bastard I deserve a night to feed and fuck without the Consulate coming down on my ass.”
Ethan grinned. “That’s true enough. Tell me how you got free.”
Niall explained how he’d sent out mental feelers from the story world where he’d been trapped by Lorcan, a wizard so powerful even his band of elite vampire assassins had been unable to capture him after months of trying. Vivian, a romance writer, had been the only one to respond to his calls.
She’d listened to him tell the story of his fight with Lorcan and his capture, thinking he was a character out of her own imagination. When she’d finished writing his tale, the magic of her words brought him back into his body and transported him to her apartment.
Ethan frowned. “When did you return to your self?”
Niall glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 10:00. “About twelve hours ago.”
Without warning Ethan lunged for him. Niall countered the attack, blocking Ethan’s attempt to smash his jaw. He sent Ethan flying backward with a swift kick.
Ethan held up his hands in surrender.
Niall snarled. “What the fuck was that about?”
“A test. You’re back to nearly your full strength.”
“So?”
“You should need days to recover after going so long without feeding. There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“Apparently, I’m stronger than you thought I was.” Vivian had restored his energy almost instantly. She responded to him like a Companion, yet even a Companion shouldn’t have such power before being Turned. He needed more time to examine their connection before sharing it with anyone, even Ethan.
Ethan growled. “You’re lying. We can’t afford secrets on this mission.”
Lorcan was the greatest threat to their kind Niall had encountered since joining the Protectors. “There is nothing you need to know right now. I’ll tell you when I can.”
“You’d better.”
Niall hoped there would be nothing to tell. The thought of letting Vivian go made his stomach knot, but she didn’t deserve to be forced into a bond with him, especially one that linked their lifeforces so closely. He risked his life every day as a Protector, and when a vampire died, his Companion rarely survived.
Ethan stepped back onto the balcony and retrieved a bag. He tossed it at Niall. “Duval expects us at sunset. I brought you some clothes and weapons. You’ll get a new phone tonight.”
“Damn! I was hoping to avoid him for a bit longer.” Like until he figured out whether Vivian really was his Companion or if something even stranger was going on. Companion bonds had become rare in the last few hundred years and he’d never heard of one that formed this fast.
Ethan shook his head. “It’s a formal summons. He’ll drag you there if you don’t come willingly.”
He would too. The bastard. “How pissed is he?”
“Well, you did get caught.”
“God damn it! Nobody knew Lorcan would be able to suck me into his enchanted book. I’ll not be –”
He realized Ethan was laughing at his vehemence. “Fuck you.”
“You’re the best Protector the Consulate has. The fact that you got caught shows how strong Lorcan really is. We’ve been unable to locate him since you disappeared. Then last night, Duval sensed you again, and I sensed Lorcan’s magic. Vivian breaking his hold on you must have weakened him temporarily. We know where he’s hiding.”
“Then let’s go get him.”
“How well did that go last time?”
Niall snarled. “I want the bastard dead.”
“As do we all, but this is too big for the two of us. We need Duval. Hell, we may need every last Protector and all the allies we can bring in. We’ve got a few shifters watching the townhouse he’s using for his base. They’ll alert us if he leaves.”
“This can’t wait. We need to go in now.”
Learn how Niall and Vivian met in Stranger Than Fiction
Revision Is Available Now!
Mar 10, 2011 Filed under: book release, paranormal, vampire
This week’s releases are up and ready at Changeling Press, so hop on over and grab a copy of Revision!
Revision by Silvia Violet
Vivian used the power of the written word to free Niall from an evil wizard and discovered a world of vampires, magic, and incredible sex she thought existed only in her fantasies. Now the wizard’s power is growing and Vivian and Niall must work with the Vampire Consulate to destroy him before he unleashes his power on humans and non-humans alike.
As danger intensifies, Vivian and Niall’s connection strengthens until there is no doubt she is his Companion. Their desire for one another rages out of control, but will fear of what the future holds keep them from sealing their bond?
Coming Later This Week: Revision by Silvia Violet
Mar 8, 2011 Filed under: book release, excerpts, paranormal, vampire
Coming Later This Week:
Revision by Silvia Violet
Blurb:
Vivian used the power of the written word to free Niall from an evil wizard and discovered a world of vampires, magic, and incredible sex she thought existed only in her fantasies. Now the wizard’s power is growing and Vivian and Niall must work with the Vampire Consulate to destroy him before he unleashes his power on humans and non-humans alike.
As danger intensifies, Vivian and Niall’s connection strengthens until there is no doubt she is his Companion. Their desire for one another rages out of control, but will fear of what the future holds keep them from sealing their bond?
Adult Excerpt
Niall’s mind was a riot of emotion: fear, resentment, and overriding it all, hot, stabbing need. He’d spent months trapped, unable to do anything but wait for someone to answer his call. Then Vivian had saved him, and he’d paid her back by irrevocably altering her life.
He wanted to rip something or somebody apart. But if he could lose himself in Vivian, he might be able to forget how badly he’d screwed this mission up, at least for a few minutes.
She held out her hand and walked backward toward the bedroom door. He followed, fighting the urge to drag her to the floor and take her right there. He could wait until they got to the bed. Maybe. But she was damn beautiful with her dark curls tousled from sleep and her hazel eyes burning with passion.
His control broke as they entered the bedroom. He lifted her and tossed her on the bed, crawling on top of her and pinning her arms above her head. His hands closed around her wrists.
Her eyes were wide, lust tinged with fear filled the air. He breathed it in. “I have no restraint right now. This is going to be hard, rough, and fast. Are you ready?”
She nodded even as her fear spiked. “Dear God, yes.”
He drove deep. She screamed. He fought for control, stabbing his lip with his fangs to distract himself. Did I hurt you?
Her thoughts were a wild mix of need and fear, and they were delicious. Yes. Sore. Don’t Care. Like it.
The last hold on his control broke with her hot confession. He pulled back and shoved in, sinking in her to the balls. Her legs locked around his back.
He fucked her mercilessly, needing to claim her, devour her. He’d used her hard all night, but he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t think he’d ever slake his hunger for her. Every story about the Companion bond described the insatiable hunger that consumed the vampire and his Companion and gave them the stamina to fuck for days on end.
He shifted his position so he could lick and suck at her breasts. When he bit down on one of her nipples, Vivian’s nails dug into his back. He snarled and sucked harder. She bucked against him.
I’m going to make you scream for me.
Please!
He sank his fangs into her breast.
Learn how Niall and Vivian met in Stranger Than Fiction
Got my cover for Revision!
Feb 28, 2011 Filed under: book release, paranormal, vampire
Check out this lovely cover for the sequel to Stranger Than Fiction…..
Vivian used the power of the written word to free Niall from an evil wizard and discovered a world of vampires, magic, and incredible sex she thought existed only in her fantasies. Now the wizard’s power is growing and Vivian and Niall must work with the Vampire Consulate to destroy him before he unleashes his power on humans and non-humans alike.
As danger intensifies, Vivian and Niall’s connection strengthens until there is no doubt she is his Companion. Their desire for one another rages out of control, but will fear of what the future holds keep them from sealing their bond?
Wolf Caller 1: Control by Silvia Violet
Feb 27, 2011 Filed under: free story, historical, paranormal, werewolf
The first chapter of Control, the first book in my Wolf Caller trilogy is posted at D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters. Go check it out!
Blurb:
As their world draws closer to war, the future of Albion is in the hands of a werewolf pack who must protect the country’s most carefully guarded secret, a new magically-generated fuel source. Rumors about the mysterious Lord Derek Valmont abound, but no one in Albion’s Upper Circles knows the whole truth. Valmont is a werewolf. He’s also an operative for the Office of Clandestine Affairs.
Captivated — literally — by the hauntingly beautiful wolf caller-witch Serena, he’s furious that he can’t break the hold she has over him in wolf form. When she flees their encounter he drinks in her lingering scent, determined to find her again — on his own terms. But before he convinces her to use her powers to aid his pack and his government, he’ll take her to his bed and prove he’s the one in control.
Serena may not be able to control the man as she does the wolf, but she’s got an agenda of her own — and her sights set on both the Alpha, and his second in command.
Review of Stranger Than Fiction
Feb 12, 2011 Filed under: paranormal, review, vampire
I’m so excited to share this fantastic review of Stranger Than Fiction from Janie Esparza of The Romance Studio.
Free Story: Shifter’s Station: Prolonged Need
Feb 11, 2011 Filed under: free story, paranormal
I had a need to revisit my trio from Shifter’s Station and I had a blast writing this freebie. You can download your own copy at Changeling Press and check out Encounters (aka Free Stories) from other Changeling authors. Just scroll down the page until you see Prolonged Need and make a file choice.
Shifter’s Station: Prolonged Need
Marc slid the wash cloth slowly over Larissa’s breasts. She gasped when he circled her nipple.
“What’s the matter, still horny?”
She looked up into his wolfish eyes. “Yes, you bastard.”
Marc, annoyed that she’d managed to distract him from work the night before, had brought her to the edge of an explosive orgasm that morning — then left her hanging.
He’d pushed all the pilots through a punishing workout and every rasp of her flight suit against her breasts and pussy had been agony. When he’d sent her to take a shower instead of dragging her back to his quarters she’d feared he would leave her wanting all day.
“You know you’re just making it worse for yourself.” Kirlos massaged her shoulders, and she leaned her head back. The hot water caressed her like a lover’s hands, stimulating her already heated flesh.
She snarled. “Fucking sadist.”
“Damn right, and you love it.” Marc slid the cloth between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. But she couldn’t keep from arching into his touch, writhing against the cloth’s rough surface.
Kirlos laughed as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. He massaged her ass with a soapy cloth. “Should we show her some mercy?”
Marc laughed. “Never.”
“Damn it, I’ve had enough.”
Marc growled and dropped his wash cloth. He cupped her face in both his hands, his eyes glowing with a wolf’s menace. “You’ll never have enough of me.”
Larissa gasped. His rough words only made her hotter. “No. Never,” she agreed, her words breathy, barely audible.
He released her and leaned back against the wall of the shower. “Take her, Commander, and make it a good show.”
Kirlos laughed. “As you wish, Captain.”
He handed Marc his washcloth and slid his hand between Larissa legs. She pushed her hips back to meet him. “Yes!”
He pushed a few fingers deep inside her. “Mmmm. She’s soaking wet.
“Of course I’m wet after what he put me through.”
Kirlos laughed. “And I’m hard as a titanium blade after watching you. Brace yourself.”
Larissa placed her hands on the shower wall above Marc’s shoulders. She couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick drops of water off his chest.
Kirlos thrust deep, filling her in one stroke. She hissed, squeezing Kirlos’s cock with her internal muscles, eager to feel his natural vibrations. He slid back out with torturous slowness.
“No!” The loss of sensation infuriated her. She looked up at Marc, snarling. “Tell him to fuck me now.”
Marc arched a brow. “I think he’s doing a delightful job.”
Kirlos’s fingers bit into her hips, holding her still, and Marc circled her wrists with his hands, preventing her from fighting them. Kirlos kept up the agonizing rhythm until she thought she would lose her mind.
She squeezed her eyes shut as heat blazed across her. Her clit ached so badly she couldn’t concentrate to draw breath. She writhed trying to escape the prison of their hands. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Look at me.” Marc’s voice had deepened, and she felt the prick of claws against her wrist.
She did as he commanded.
“Beg for it.”
“Damn you.”
Marc simply held her gaze, effectively freezing her in place.
Kirlos reached around and brushed her clit, ripping a scream from her. “Please. Fires of Hell, please!”
Kirlos drove into her until his balls slapped against her ass. He withdrew and shoved back in faster and harder with each stroke.
“Yes! Gods of Earth, yes!”
Marc pulled one of her hands from the wall and pushed it downward. She needed no more guidance. She wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding up and down with firm strokes.
Her orgasm rose harsh and fast. Kirlos squeezed her clit as he fucked her as hard and rough as she liked it. He groaned. “I’m almost there!”
His hoarse words rushed across her like a caress. Her body tightened. She worked Marc faster. “Come with us,” she screamed.
Her spasms broke the last thread of Kirlos’s control, and he exploded inside her. Marc stiffened, and jets of cum splashed against her belly as he gave into the storm of lust riding them all.
Larissa sagged against him when their passion was spent. Kirlos wrapped his arms around them both. She tilted her head up just enough to watch Kirlos capture Marc’s mouth in a possessive kiss. “I think you should get her worked up like that more often.”
Marc smiled. “So do I.”
Larissa tried to make herself protest, but she was simply too damn satisfied to care.
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Free Story: Trapped
Jan 5, 2011 Filed under: erotica, free story, paranormal Tags: erotica, free story, paranormal romance, vampire
Enjoy this free story set in the world of Stranger Than Fiction and Revision, my upcoming vampire novella……
“Trapped” by Silvia Violet
Shit! The alley was a dead end. The concrete block wall in front of her didn’t look like it would provide any handholds to help her climb. Before she had a chance to find out, the vampire caught her, slamming her up against the wall with his hard body. He captured each of her wrists and stretched her arms over her head.
His thick erection pressed against her ass, and she wanted him despite the anger and fear racing through her body.
He inhaled deep and his body shuddered against hers. “I do love a good chase.”
He was drinking in her fear and her need, feeding on them as he would her blood. She should be terrified, she was wet as hell.
“I didn’t kill those women,” his voice was a seductive purr.
Her heat hammered against her chest. “I can’t be sure of that.”
“The hell you can’t.”
She fought his hold though she knew she couldn’t break it. Panic rose as she realized she was well and truly trapped.
His breath caught, and he froze. “Stop fighting me.”
“Let me go.”
“Never.”
He pressed against her mental shields. She put all her energy into keeping him out, reinforcing her shields until they were thicker than the wall she lay against.
He growled. “I don’t want to hurt you. But my control could snap any second.”
“I don’t want you in my mind.”
“What about in your body?”
She pushed back against him and rubbed herself against his cock. As she’d hoped, his need distracted him. She slipped her hands free and spun, aiming a kick at his balls.
He caught her leg. She looked up and the power of his eyes froze her. He burst through her shields, but rather than raid her thoughts he opened his mind to her. What she read there confirmed what she’d suspected all along, he was telling the truth.
Before he shut his thoughts away, she saw something else, images of exactly what he wanted to do to her. Her desire rose until she could hardly breathe.
“Now, do you believe I am innocent?”
“Never. But you’re not a murderer,” her words came out in a husky voice, belying the hunger she felt.
He chuckled. “Run now or those thoughts you saw will become reality.”
She should run, but she couldn’t make herself. He was fighting his need, fighting his body’s compulsion to take control of her mind and body, she had seconds before that control broke. But she’d wanted him from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.
“Too late.” He pulled her to him, crushing her mouth with his.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was all around her.
He slid his hands under her skirt and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them and kicked them away before she remembered they were in an alley on a city street.
“Here?”
“Can’t wait,” he growled, grinding his cock against her.
She shuddered, trying to fight her need. “We’ll be arrested.”
“No one will see us.”
“But-“
“I can cloak us.”
“But I didn’t think-“
His thumbs found her clit then, and she no longer cared who might see them. He slid two fingers inside her, and she bucked against him. Heat shimmered in the air as if his lust were so strong she could see it, feel it. Her nipples tightened as if he’d touched them.
She unbuttoned his pants unable to wait another second.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. With one stroke, he plunged deep, making her cry out.
She braced herself against the wall as he fucked, harder and harder with each stroke as if he were going to consume her body as well as her blood. His cock felt so damn good inside her like it was made just for her.
The rough surface of the wall scratched her back but she didn’t care, she was beyond registering anything but the orgasm building low in her belly, pressing against her, threatening to rip away all conscious thought.
His traced the side of her neck with his tongue. She tensed, but he didn’t give her time to be afraid. His fangs sank deep, and the pleasure/pain sent her over the edge. Her orgasm stretched on and on.
His mind connected with hers as he. He poured all his need into her. She bucked against him, desperate for all he could give.
She came a second time, and he went over with her, lapping at the wounds in her neck as he poured himself into her body.
When he released her, she sagged in his arms, incapable of moving.
He kissed her softly. “You’re delicious.”
His silky voice stirred desire deep in her, despite her exhaustion.
“Let me take you home. I can heal the scratches on your back. Then I’ll show you what I can do with more time and more comfortable surroundings.”
“There’s more?”
He smiled and her heart accelerated again. “Much, much more.”
