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If the choice is between being naughty or nice, I thankfully choose naughty. What about you? If you're in the mood to be a little naughty for this holiday season, then this giveaway hop is for you.
This time, I'm giving away FREE eBook copies of my anthology, Nocturnal Bites, to everyone reading this. See details on how to get your copy below.
Nocturnal Bites contains the first 3 novelettes/novellas in my erotic paranormal - vampire - romance series, The Nocturnal Surrender Series. It also contains two bonuses: a short erotic story and a character interview. If you're looking for a naughty read with sexy vampires that actually bite, then this one is for you. Don't miss the info below - including a naughty excerpt - on the newest book in my series, Night Therapy.
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Nocturnal Bites Giveaway...
This anthology contains the first three novelettes/novellas of the series. Each of these books focuses on vampire Bastian Evanko, starting over two hundred years ago in England with Nothing Lasts Forever and the tragic series of events that triggers his desire for retribution and earns him the punishment of two hundred years in exile.
Fast forward to present day Lansford, PA: The Sin City of the East. The remaining stories take place in and around Lansford. Nocturnal Surrender is the reunion of Bastian and his brother Donovan, as well as his meeting—and biting—stripper Darling Nikki. Tension mounts as Bastian looks to exact his revenge, but he gets a little sidetracked by the possibility of falling in love again.
Just when Bastian feels secure in his budding relationship with Nicole French, AKA Darling Nikki, she stumbles upon the secret of his vampiric identity in Midnight Confessions. To make matters worse, Donovan needs Bastian's help in the war with the vampire Hunters. Only problem is, Nicole gets dragged into the mix. Many secrets are exposed after midnight.
In the bonus short story, Auburn Lust, twin courtesan vampires Rochelle and Laureline Montague entertain two of their favorite vampire clients for the evening: Christof Rosenbaum and Donovan Evanko. Emotions and lust run wild in this erotic story.
And in another bonus, Interview with Bastian, the vampire lets it all hang out since this is the uncensored, extended version of his interview. At times he shares a little too much information, but then he does prefer to live by his own rules.
To get your FREE eBook copy of, Nocturnal Bites, simply head over to THE BOOK'S SMASHWORDS PAGE and use the coupon code GD99E (not case-sensitive) by 12/16/13.
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It's time to...ride a vampire!
Vampire Johnathan McCombs has spent the last century isolating from humanity whenever possible, trying to come to terms with a past that haunts him. When he finally realizes he needs help dealing with his issues, he seeks out a mortal psychologist, hoping her ethical boundaries of confidentiality will allow him to reveal his secrets. He tries to ignore his growing attraction for his therapist, but when circumstances throw them together outside the professional setting of her office, will he be able to contain his passion?
Psychologist Stephanie Taylor connects with her clients because personal experience has made her understand what heartache and trauma do to a person. But when her hot new client drops the bomb on her that he is a vampire, she has no idea what to do or how to react. Now she must look at her life in a whole new light. She has inadvertently put her life in danger and become part of a dark world she thought was only pretend.
In one night, everything changes. Old rivals pull Stephanie into their fight, and Johnathan must make a life or death decision. But can Stephanie forgive him for the irreversible choice he makes with her life? Can the couple find peace with their individual problems to have a chance at a lasting relationship? And how will the brewing war between vampires and Hunters affect them?
With the scent of his spicy cologne, his strong hand cradling hers, and his muscular body so close, longing flared to life deep in her core. He was too damn sexy for her own good.
A slight smile curved his lips as his features softened. When he slid his hand up her arm, she instinctively angled her body toward his, their knees almost touching. His fingertips teased her skin, and a shiver raced over her. She didn’t care if he sensed what he did to her, how her body automatically reacted to his presence, his caress.
As his hand glided higher, his smile grew wider. Gently, he continued on until his palm cradled her cheek. She leaned into his touch, and every inch of her body reacted. A tingling sensation swept over her, demanding she ignore the nagging voice in her head telling her this was wrong.
She needed this.
When his hand slid behind her head, his fingers threading tantalizingly through her hair, she shuddered.
She wanted him.
A glance down at his tight shirt reminded her of the hard definition of his abs. Lower and…the distracting bulge was now much larger.
This wasn’t good. Well, no, it was actually too good. But it was…
What was the reason she shouldn’t do this? Lucid thoughts were fleeting, her body alive for the first time in years.
He inched closer, and their legs rubbed together. Such simple contact, but the friction was electrifying. Every nerve ending in her body responded with an overwhelming ache to feel the same. To have him next to her. Nothing between them. Not even the air.
“Stephanie, you need to say if you want me to stop.” His deep rasp combined with that accent made her heart skip a beat.
She looked up, realizing how long her gaze had lingered lower. Heat spread into her cheeks. Her face had surely flushed.
His eyes were silver. No more blue. “This is what I am.” As if to drive home the point, he opened his mouth to reveal his fangs. “I can’t hide it with the way you make me feel. With what I’m feeling from you.”
What would it be like to have his fangs--
No. She’d been used by a vampire before. She wouldn’t let it happen twice.
Numbness overtook her again. Her heart closed off, back into its safety zone. The walls she’d built over the years to protect herself slammed into place.
She jumped up and out of Johnathan’s grasp. “I need to get some sleep. You should go now.”
He sat there looking confused, and a little hurt. But she had to be strong. She couldn’t let it affect her.
Rubbing his hands over his jeans, he leaned forward and let out what sounded like a growl.
Great, piss off another vampire. I’m really making friends tonight.
In a flash, he stood and moved to within an inch of her. Towering over her. Before she knew it, her back was against the house, his body pressed to hers. Strong hands gripped her hips as he ground his erection into her belly.
Once more, her body reacted of its own accord, and her walls crashed down around her. She stood on her toes to feel his erection exactly where she wanted it.
A moan escaped her lips. This shouldn’t be happening. She grabbed his arms with every intention of removing them, but his muscles flexed under her fingers. There was no hope of making him do anything he didn’t choose.
Instead of trying to move him, her hands crept upward until they rested on his biceps. Rock hard, like his cock.
As if on cue, he pressed into her again. This time, she was certain he growled.
Stephanie arched into him, gripping his arms with all her strength. His hands slipped around to cup her ass, pulling her in tighter—as if it were possible.
Another moan and they fell into a sensual cadence. Slow, yet forceful. Thrust after thrust. Deep inside, her muscles clenched with need.
Johnathan licked his lips and exposed his fangs as his mouth closed in on hers. Her eyes locked with his, and she moved her arms to encircle his neck and pull him to her.
But this wasn’t right. She could lose her license for--
The heat of his mouth devoured hers as his tongue plunged deep. And she allowed it, even returned his affections. She had denied herself for too long. Kept men at a distance after all she’d been through. But she couldn’t take the loneliness any more.
With Johnathan so close, so warm and strong, she had no choice but to give in to her need. His masculine scent, his overwhelming presence. She lost herself in all of it, in all of him.
His demanding kiss, along with the rhythm of his hips, left her dizzy and shaky. The feel of his fangs on her lips made her gasp. Sharp and dangerous. Grazing her tender skin. Stinging.
Is that blood I taste?
He reached down and drew her leg up, opening her to him. Their thrusts grew more frantic and helped her ignore the pain at her lips. And the blood in her mouth.
His tongue swept in and out. Writhing, she rubbed herself against his erection. Wished their clothes were off and that he was inside her.
Grabbing a handful of his hair, she held on as her body trembled. Ripples of pleasure cascaded over her, rhythmic spasms tearing through her core. She whimpered into his mouth. Clutched him tighter. Ground into him deeper.
As he pushed into her, his body quaked in her arms. An animalistic groan rumbled out of him. His thrusts became erratic, almost convulsive. He broke away from their kiss, throwing his head back, and shoved his body against hers until his climax was over.
Then he kissed her again, soft and gentle. He released her leg and slid his hands up her back. She shuddered. His tongue played along her lips, causing a quick burning sensation. Flinching, she pulled away and snapped back to reality.
“I’m sorry. I was only healing you. Our saliva burns a little as it heals the puncture wounds.” Johnathan’s voice had lost the rasp.
She was unable to look at him. How could she have let this happen? It went against everything she’d been taught. Everything she believed in. The rules were there to keep clients safe. They were vulnerable with their therapists. Too many personal details shared. She knew better. But she had allowed her loneliness and need to control her.
His fingers tugged at her chin, urging her to face him. “Talk to me, Stephanie. What’s wrong?” His eyes were blue again, though glowing. Haunting.
“I…I can’t believe I let this happen.” Lowering her gaze, she shook her head. “It’s wrong.”
She had committed the worst act imaginable with a client. She’d allowed her issues and needs to come first and had been sexually intimate with him. It didn’t matter that their clothes were still on. An orgasm was an orgasm. There was no way around it.
I’m an awful person.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “In case you didn’t notice, I was the one who started this. I never expected it to go as far as it did, but I’m not sorry. It’s been decades since I let anyone in. I needed this.”
“That’s the problem. You let me in as your therapist. It makes you feel closer to me than you are. That’s why we aren’t allowed to get involved with clients. What you’re feeling…it isn’t what you think it is.”
“And just exactly what do I think it is?”
“I don’t know. A connection. Trust in someone. Being open and vulnerable. And yes, those are probably all there, but not for the reasons that should have led to what we just did. They’re there because you’re supposed to feel safe and supported with me. That’s my job. But it’s not a personal connection. It’s not—”
A blazing kiss scorched her lips, and she let out a soft moan into his mouth.
Then he pulled away. “No, it’s not personal at all. I suppose you react like that with all your clients.”
Smug asshole. “Stop it. We can’t keep doing this. I—”
Another kiss. He grabbed her, holding her tightly, his strong arms wrapped around her like a security blanket. Warmth and comfort spread through her as if she belonged in those arms. She melted into him, into the desperation of his embrace. The hunger of his kiss.
Copyright © 2013 Lorraine Pearl