After the season finales of both The Originals and The Vampire Diaries, I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms from my vampire fix. However, I'm addressing that today by taking part in the blog tour for Suz deMello with her vampire erotic romance, Bridling His Vampire. Over to Suz....
Bridles
and vampires? Bondage and discipline? YES YES YES! (@MFRW_ORG #vampires)
Bridling
His Vampire is a short story in the bestselling
Highland Vampire series from Ellora’s Cave.
The events in the story took place in 1766,
between Desire in Tartan (1759) and Rakes in Tartan (1816). It’s better
enjoyed in the context of the series; however, it’s written as a stand-alone.
What’s
it about, you ask?
Edgar, Laird MacReiver, has
never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird,
until she bites his tongue and drinks his blood. Still, he's determined to
bridle the wild child of the infamous vampire clan by any means necessary,
including bondage and discipline.
But are some women impossible
to tame?
Bondage
and discipline? So it must be sexy, right? SHOW ME.
Okay!
Here’s an excerpt!
Edgar’s lips caressed hers and her mind emptied of everything except
this new experience. Isobel wanted to remember everything about her first kiss:
the strength of his arms, the warmth of his lips followed by the wetness of his
tongue as it slid slyly into her mouth.
His flavor was distinctive, a spice like nothing she’d tasted
before, a toothsome relish composed of spring water, mint and honey. The scent
of the forest mingled with his aroma, a fragrance that melded good male sweat
with an underlying freshness that reminded her of the summer sun glittering on
the sea.
His hand trailed down her back to curve over her bottom. He
squeezed, and the tingling heat of passion spread from his broad warm palm to
encompass all of her. A purr rose in her throat. She slid her arms beneath his
and held onto his shoulders from behind.
She pulled him in tight, wanting nothing but this kiss to go on and
on forever. Life had become so simple. Their mouths touching, their hands
exploring, their bodies pressed against each other were everything. Nothing
else mattered.
She sucked on his tongue but still wanted more. She nipped and then,
tasting a new flavor, licked the tip. Was it his blood? She didnae care. He was
delicious.
She sucked harder. Yes, that was his blood seeping over her tongue
from the tiny bite, and it was intoxicating… He was intoxicating. He groaned
and his grip tightened. She became aware that his muscular body had hardened
against hers.
That she’d taken his blood had stirred him. A bolt of pure lust
snapped through her. He was aroused by her need and that, in turn, inflamed
her. His maleness thrust blindly, seeking her warmth and heat. She pressed
herself against him not only with desire but also with a sense of wonderment.
She had not known how good he’d feel pressed against her.
His hands shifted, roamed, explored… He took her wrists and drew
them down to the small of her back.
He pulled away but she couldn’t reach for him to bring him back. He
gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes with a peculiar intensity. His
blond hair swung loose, and she realized what he’d done.
He’d bound her hands behind her back with his leather hair tie.
“What…why did ye do that?” She tried to tug her wrists apart, but
he’d tethered them firmly.
“To stop you from running away from me.” His panting breaths
stilled, became controlled. He was always so controlled. She hated that.
He wanted to control her, and she hated that even more. “I don’t run
from ye. I’m not a’feared of ye!”
“Isobel, you’ve been running from me for five years.” He began to
unbutton her blouse.
“What are ye doin? Me da will kill ye!”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He slipped a hand into her blouse. Her
corset pressed her tightly, supporting her breasts, and he pushed his fingers
down into the valley between the mounds. Withdrawing his hand, he released one,
cupping it, flicking the nipple, watching it tighten.
He’d never touched her breast before. No man had. It felt good, but
it was wrong. She raised a knee and tried to jam it into his cods. He twisted,
and she struck air instead. Off balance, she teetered.
Want
to know what happens next? Buy the short story here:
About
the author:
Best-selling,
award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen
romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical,
paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and
non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for
Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently
Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her
books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers
Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won
a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller
lists.
A
former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a
dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a
vampire tale and planning her next trip.
--She tweets her reading picks
@ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello
--Goodreads:
http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads
