This is a scene from my upcoming erotic paranormal romance, Bloodlust Denied. The hero, Alexius, has just discovered Morana again, three years after their first erotic encounter.
But there was no mistake, as her evocative fragrance spun through his senses, intoxicating tendrils igniting his mind. For a second he froze, unable to believe that after all this time he’d once again found her, but there was no mistake. His body had only ever reacted so violently to Morana’s presence.
Lust stirred deep in his groin, thickening his shaft, arousing his anger, heightening every sensitized nerve.
She meant nothing to him. Yet their fleeting encounter in a squalid back alley obsessed his thoughts and corroded his reason. He should have taken her blood when he’d had the chance, and then she would have been like all the others he’d claimed.
Instead the memory of her body plagued him, the recollection of her voice haunted him and the circumstance in which she had left him tormented his sanity.
Tonight she would not escape him. Tonight, vengeance would be his.
Tired of the thin-blooded aristocrats in 1815 London, Alexius yearns for better sport. He is drawn to a dark-haired seductress who shows no fear and refuses to obey his commands. Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides to keep her to warm his bed.
Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never mistaken her prey before, but the dark stranger mesmerizes her, enticing her to forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds in his arms.
Neither one can deny the pull of the other, but there is something beyond the lust—a recognition neither can put a name to. The past and present collide and unless they discover the truth behind the lies, Death will triumph once more.
Inside Scoop: Silk makes much softer shackles than iron, but is just as binding as our lovers engage in light BDSM sport with spanking and mild submission in this risqué Regency story.