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​Langsford, Pennsylvania is the Sin City of the East. No wonder it’s become a hot spot for vampires.

With the sanguinarian nightclub, Nocturnal Surrender, run by one of their own, vampires can easily sate their hunger without divulging the secret of their existence—and without leaving a trail of dead bodies behind them. But that hasn’t stopped the Hunters from trying to find a way to eradicate them.

Enforcer teams will come together to fight the growing threat the Hunters pose. Not only will the vampires have to deal with the bigger problems of survival and secrecy, but they will also have to navigate the issues in their own lives. Each couple will have their own obstacles to overcome while they are dragged into the larger, millennia-old battle between Hunters and vampires.

Who will live and who will die? Who will love and who will hate? And how will they put their differences aside to save themselves?

***This omnibus contains the first 5 books in the series, including the prequel novella, which is the only book set in the past and is a romantic tragedy, with a tragic ending. The other 4 books are full novels and have happy endings.***

The Nocturnal Surrender Series is an erotic paranormal romance series—with a dark fantasy edge. If you love sexy vampires that actually bite, then you've come to the right place. This is only the beginning of the exciting series that will be full of...love, hate, and...retribution. Ride a vampire!

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Yep, that's right. I've started writing short erotica as well as my full-length erotic romance novels. It's an idea I've been tossing around for a while now, and I decided to just jump in.

For the most part, these short erotic stories are completely different than my novels. Some of the first erotica stories that I'm releasing are in my Bred in Space series, meaning these are breeding, pregnancy, and birthing short stories all with a twist due to the changes their bodies have gone through from being in space for so long.

Oh, and as you can see, I'm using a slightly different pen name for these to distinguish them from my romance novels. These short stories will all be written under the name D. L. Pearl.

Besides the series above, which there will be more books for soon, I've also started a Birthing Erotica series. Again, as the name suggests, these stories deal with labor and delivery in an eroticized way. For now, there are three books almost ready to go, with more planned. The third one is still in the early stages of being written, which is why the title is in question.

I've also started some hotwife shorts that I haven't gotten covers for yet but hope to have those going soon. I have a few other ideas I might want to explore as well, but will wait until I'm sure before discussing them.

To check out what I have so far, just go to the Erotica Page under the books tab. There you will find blurbs for the above books and purchase links to the ones that are live already.

These books may not end up on Amazon due to the taboo nature of some of the content. The last thing I want is to have my account banned for questionable content.

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Are you brave enough to jump in with me? Do you think you might give these short erotic stories a try or do you prefer to stick to romance novels? Leave me a comment and let me know.

​Still here? Good. Let's talk about an amazing book. I just finished reading the newest Lestat book, Blood Communion, by Anne Rice, and while the beginning felt somewhat slow to me, by the end, I couldn’t put the book down. Literally. I read until my eyes were sore and blurry, but I had to finish it.
 
This isn’t technically a review. As an author, I don’t believe in reviewing other authors’ books. It's just a silly quirk I have. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’s not. Either way, I had to discuss this book. That’s what I’m calling this, a discussion, not a review. Hopefully, we can have a good discussion about it in the comments.
 
Anyway, my take on the book is that it would be a fitting end to the series if she chose for it to be. In the middle, though, I was in shock. Yes, I hoped it would turn out how it did in the end, but the thought that Louis might really be dead ripped my heart out. Of course, I was sad for Lestat to possibly lose his mother, and the loss of Marius was a tough one, but Louis… No! How could Louis be taken away from Lestat after all they had been through?

I had to keep reading to find out if they were possibly still alive, if Louis was alive. Then to finally get my hopes up that maybe he really was alive and would be okay only to find out that what Rosh had done to him and the others might be permanent… I almost couldn’t take it. Still, I read on. I had to.
 
Thankfully, Anne didn’t keep us in suspense long in that regard. When Marius finally stirred on his own, my heart fired back to life. From there on, it was a whirlwind. I couldn’t stop reading. It was beautiful, emotional, and when Lestat grabbed Louis to dance, my heart raced.
 
I did want more sensuality out of that scene than what we were given, though we did have some. I even played out in my mind how I wanted it to be—after I finished the book, that is. I couldn’t help but write it how I wanted it be, as well. It's a short fan-fic scene, so to speak, that you will find below. I hope you like it and I hope I did it justice.
 
Then, at the end, there was the inevitable crash. The realization that there was no more story, and that there might never be anymore. I’m not sure if Anne intends to continue the series, but like I said before, the ending of Blood Communion felt like the perfect conclusion to the series, even if I never want it to end.

​As we danced, Louis slowly became at ease with our closeness, the intimacy of our bodies coming together as one. He relaxed into me, molding his body to mine in such a sensual manner that it actually surprised me. Maybe he had been waiting for a moment like this just as I had been. Maybe he wanted to feel my body pressed to his, to feel the love flowing between us. To put the past behind us once and for all and to go forward in this magnificent immortal life as the lovers we were truly meant to be.
 
Who would have thought that I, the vampire Lestat, would find peace and happiness with my Louis by my side?
 
But here we were, locked in this lovers’ dance, this dizzying rush of emotions. I clung to him desperately, his embrace just as tight. It didn’t matter that we were surrounded by so many others. They merely disappeared into the night until all that was left was me and Louis and the music our bodies moved in time with, came apart and crashed together with.
 
We were finally locked together for all eternity.
 
I eased my hand into his long hair and coaxed him to look at me, to see me completely. Those mesmerizing eyes of his drew me in. Ah, and his lips, so full, so soft, so enticing… I had never wanted to kiss him so badly. A true lovers’ kiss.
 
As I pulled him to me, he didn’t resist. He had to know what was coming and he didn’t fight me on it. And when our lips met, it was different than any time before. The kiss was full and deep, our tongues dancing close just as our bodies were. The taste of him filled me. The passion flowing between us lifted me into the clouds to soar higher than ever before.
 
He was mine now and always would be.
 
When I came back down to earth and eased away from him, the light shining in his eyes, the grin spreading across his face warmed my heart. I smiled back and caressed his cheek.
 
He looked around the room as if only now remembering we were in the middle of so many others.
 
I laughed to see all eyes trained on us and our little spectacle. It must have been such a sight for them to see their Prince and his lover locked in such a provocative display in such a public setting.
 
The flush in Louis’ face gave away his embarrassment. He hung his head.
 
Immediately, I lifted his chin and shook my head. “There will be none of that.” I wouldn’t have it. No shame, no regret.
 
The time for regrets was over.
 
“Only you would put on a show like this.” Louis pushed my hand away. “And I fell under your spell once more.”
 
But he couldn’t hide the fire burning in his eyes when he looked at me. Yes, I knew he worried what everyone was thinking, hated having those gazes boring into him, but I finally allowed myself to revel in it.
 
“Ah, my dear Louis, we have always been under each other’s spell. And so it should be.” As I turned to walk away, the most mischievous notion came to me and I couldn’t resist acting on it. I reached back and swatted his bottom. “Might as well give them one last spectacle.” I winked and made my way back to my throne.
 
Louis hadn’t budged from his spot in the middle of the throng. This time he held his head high, still the faintest blush lingered upon his cheeks. Finally, he sighed deeply and made his way toward me, his eyes fixed on mine with a seductive intensity that burned into me.
 
Was I in trouble? Probably. Wasn’t I always? Yes, but it was what made life interesting, and I was certain things with Louis were about to become just that. Well, once we were alone later, at least.
 
For now, he took his place beside me. Exactly where he should be. “This isn’t over, you know.”
 
“Oh, Louis, I am counting on exactly that.” I sat back and contemplated all the possibilities that lay in front of us while the others went back to their dance. Taking his hand in mine, I said, “We both know it will never be over between us.”

I hope you liked my little scene. I wanted to do more with the kiss, to make it more sexual, but somehow that didn’t feel right. It was almost as if Lestat was telling me he didn’t want to do that with Louis in front of everyone.
 
Oh well. I know characters tend to take control and not do what we want them to sometimes. I wouldn’t expect anything less from Lestat.
 
So, those were my thoughts on the book. What were yours? Let the discussion begin in the comments.

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     ​In the darkness of his penthouse, Christof strode to the new sofa he’d purchased after his altercation with Johnathan had broken the old one and the first baby grand. His vampiric vision lit the room. He sat in silence, thankful for the soundproofing that kept out the noise of the traffic and the casino.
     He breathed deeply, attempting to calm himself once more. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and pictured Shelly atop him, riding him, making love to him.
     He needed her more than ever.
     If she knew what he was going through she wouldn’t have ignored him. He believed that in his heart. It helped give him the strength to stay put and not go on a killing spree.
     Besides, innocent deaths wouldn’t make him feel better. Hell, it would probably backfire and make him feel even shittier. He didn’t need any more nightmares to fight.
     No. He was better off staying put and fighting off sleep some other way. And hoping he had no more ghostly visitors.
     His vision of Shelly made him hard instantly, and a long, deep moan escaped his lips. It seemed so real, as if she truly was sitting astride him, grinding into him. “Shelly, love. I need you so.”
     The feel of her body atop his, molding to his, was all he needed to pretend none of those nightmares existed. He wanted so badly for this to be real, but he would gladly settle for the illusion and hold onto it for as long as possible.
     Her soft hand stroked his cheek. “It’s not Shelly, love. It’s Elise.”
     His eyes snapped open. The redhead sitting on his lap wasn’t Rochelle.
     It was Elise.
     He sat frozen, terrified. His blood ran cold, his heart pounding so fast he thought it might explode.
     Hallucinating again. That was all it could be. Leftover effects from the Rage.
     He’d never consumed so much before.
     Lightheaded, dizzy. The room spun along with his head.
     “You’re not real. You weren’t before, and you aren’t now.” He squeezed his eyes closed, knowing when he opened them the apparition would be gone.
     “Good choice of wording, love. Apparition. Ghost. Maybe that is what I am, otherwise, how could I do this?”
     He peered through slitted eyes, afraid of fully opening them. She held her decapitated head in her hand, blood streaming from her neck, both on her body and over her hand. Her white dress streaked with blood the same as it had the day he’d killed her. He slammed his eyes closed.
     He shook his head violently. “No. This isn’t real. I’m just hallucinating.” The fact that she’d read his mind made him certain. Surely a ghost couldn’t do such a thing.
     He reminded himself that ghosts didn’t exist. He summoned the strength to open his eyes to glare at the hallucination.
     “Vampires aren’t real either, love.” Her disembodied head spoke to him.
     A shock of terror rolled up his spine. “Stop saying that word like that.”
     “But it is how you speak to the women in your life. I quite like it. Too bad I’ll never be able to use it with the man I love.” She twisted her hand back and forth, making her head shake slowly. “I’ve learned much over the last few months since my Bastian released my soul from that wretched dungeon where you killed me. I’ve watched all of you, learned your ways.”
     She placed her head back on her body, and he released a long breath, some of the tension draining from him. The blood disappeared from her, too.
     He reminded himself it was only the Rage. The hallucinations would stop soon. He could get through this.
     He closed his eyes, his head relaxing into the back of the sofa.
     A petite hand gripped his chin firmly, yanking his head up.
     “Did that feel like a hallucination?” Her hand slithered down his neck and chest, and she rolled her hips atop him, feigning riding him once more. “You are no substitute for my Bastian, but you saw to it that he had no choice but to move on. He loves another now, maybe even more so than he ever loved me.”
     Christof stared into her eyes. The pain in her emerald gaze melted his heart. “I…I don’t know what to say. I never wanted to hurt you this way, but you betrayed us…to a Hunter.”
     She stilled her hips and slapped his face. “To my brother, whom I believed I could trust. I had no idea he was one of these Hunters. That was the only reason I kept it a secret from my Bastian. I thought all of Jacob’s talk of hunting vampires was some silly game, told like ghost stories.” She giggled. “Ghost stories. That is funny, isn’t it, love? Anyway, I had only learned vampires were real not long before you did this to me.”
     She grabbed her head once more, tilting it to the side, opening a gaping wound dripping with blood. “I spent two hundred years trapped in that dungeon, plotting my revenge, just as I now know my Bastian had done during his punishment of isolation after you turned him in.” She snapped her head back in place. Her eyes began to glow with an anger he’d never seen before. “Where he failed, love, I promise you I will not.”
     She leaned closer, her stare locked onto his neck. Fangs grew inside her mouth, longer and more deadly than any vampire’s.
     He pushed at her but couldn’t move her. He tried to throw her off him, to bolt away from her, but she was too strong.
     “Am I, love…or am I just messing with your mind?” She lunged at his throat, but instead of those daggers in her mouth shredding him, her entire body dissolved into nothing, leaving an icy chill in her wake.

It won't be long now for the release of the next novel in The Nocturnal Surrender Series, Nocturnal Obsession. Although I don't have an exact release date yet, I can say it will be within the next month or so, so be sure to sign up for my Newsletter, if you haven't already, to find out when the book is released.

If you would like access to the book before it is released, it will be up temporarily on Wattpad. If you do decide to read it now, just know that I have it up there to be proofread to help catch any typos or other mistakes before the official release. The book has been edited, but since we are all only human, some things may have slipped through.

What happens when a billionaire playboy vampire falls in love…with his courtesan?

Christof Rosenbaum has spent centuries feeding his many desires, blood and sex topping that list. Everything he ever wants merely falls into his lap, or he simply takes it. He has lived a charmed life…until recently. Now, his best friend won’t speak to him, he’s haunted—literally—by his past, and he is in love with a woman he can never have for himself. A woman he must share with other men on a nightly basis.

Vampire Rochelle Montague runs a thriving bordello with her sister. She has her perfect life in order…until she gets a little too close to Christof. Now that a vengeful ghost is targeting her and Christof, her carefully built world comes crashing down around her. As if that isn’t enough, two sexy vampires profess their undying love for her. If they survive, how will she choose who to be with for eternity?
​
Important Notice: The prologue of this book contains previously released material from the novelette Auburn Lust, which will no longer be available as its own book. It fits better here, with the story in Nocturnal Obsession, than as a standalone.

There are a couple of other things I am working on right now. First off, over the next few months, my books will be made available on Nook, iBooks, and other retailers besides Amazon. This means my books are no longer available in Kindle Unlimited since Amazon doesn't allow us to sell on those other retailers while our books are in that program.

Second, I have started the next book in The Nocturnal Surrender Series. This will be Donovan Evanko's book, along with his heroine, Laureline Montague, of course. It is tentatively titled, Eternal Surrender. I have to say that these two seem like they are going to be a lot of fun to write about. Both of them are free spirits, and the chemistry between them is off the charts.

My goal is to have Eternal Surrender done by the end of this year. Fingers crossed it works out that way and that life doesn't get in the way of my schedule like it always seems to. With any luck, I will have released two books by the end of 2018. If I accomplish this, the new goal for 20019 will be to release at least three books by the end of the year.

That's all for now, but there are many other exciting things I will be announcing in the future. Until then, keep reading!

That's right, my erotic vampire romance series has been revamped. The biggest change is that I have updated the covers to make them have more of an erotic paranormal romance feel. While I loved the old covers, the new ones are a better representation of the genre. I hope everyone loves these new covers as much as I do. The new covers are being updated on Amazon this week, and the paperbacks will be updated later this month or next month.

The other major change is that Nocturnal Surrender has been expanded into a novel. Nocturnal Surrender was originally published in 2012 as a novella. This new novel version combines Nocturnal Surrender with the previously published novella, Midnight Confessions, and adds new chapters to expand on the story. Midnight Confessions will no longer be available as its own book but can be read in this new novel version of Nocturnal Surrender in its entirety. The two have been seamlessly blended with the added chapters to create one cohesive novel that pulls together the love story of Bastian Evanko and Nicole French.

Book covers and descriptions have been updated on this site, and the new versions of the books are now available for purchase. The books' numbers have also changed due to this. Instead of Nothing Lasts Forever being the #1 book of the series, it has now been designated as a prequel novella. Nocturnal Surrender will now begin the numbered portion of the series. My hope is this will be a welcome change in the series. Many people wanted more from Bastian and Nicole, and now they will have it.

​What happens when a billionaire playboy vampire falls in love…with his courtesan?

Christof Rosenbaum has spent centuries feeding his many desires, blood and sex topping that list. Everything he ever wants merely falls into his lap, or he simply takes it. He has lived a charmed life…until recently. Now, his best friend hates him, he’s haunted—literally—by his past, and he is in love with a woman he can never have for himself. A woman he must share with other men on a nightly basis.

Rochelle Montague runs a thriving bordello with her sister. She has her life in order and needs nothing else to make her happy. But when she gets a little too close to Christof, and when her sister decides to leave the family business, Rochelle’s carefully built world comes crashing down around her. She has no one to turn to except the one man she truly needs to avoid. Love is not an option, no matter how persistent Christof is, but how can she push him away when there is a ghost after him, hell bent on revenge?
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Important Notice: The prologue of this book contains previously released material from the novelette Auburn Lust, which will no longer be available as its own book. It fits better here, with the story in Nocturnal Obsession, than as a standalone.


This is the next novel in the series, and I am almost finished writing it. It still has to be edited, as well. There is no release date yet, but this book will be out this year!

I know you haven't heard from me for a while. Let's just say this has been one hell of a beginning to the year.

First, I rang in the New Year in the hospital.

​Setback number one. Down and dirty version of what happened? Here goes.

Severe lower right abdominal pain to the point of deciding within half an hour I needed to go to the ER. Wasn't there long before I found out it was a large mass on my ovary, twisting and killing my ovary--hence the severe pain.

Next, they send me to another hospital by ambulance because I not only have the mass but blood clots in my lung. They scared my husband and son into thinking I was dying right then and there. It was true that I would have died if they hadn't caught the blood clots and went ahead with removing the mass right away as they normally do in these cases.

Apparently it takes about five days or more for the ovary to die, which means that many days of excruciating pain. That's why they normally do the surgery immediately. Thank goodness for good pain killers, but I had to stay in the hospital the majority of those days. I was also put on blood thinners to help with the clots--they also found another in my leg.

Okay, so I dodged a huge bullet there.

The soonest they could do the surgery was six weeks, so they scheduled it for 2/20/17, and we couldn't find out if the mass was cancerous until the surgery.

Second, we had a death in the family not long after I was released from the hospital.

As deaths always do, this threw us into another tailspin that we have yet to come out of and that will be affecting us for a long time to come, including possibly having to move at some point soon.

Third, a few weeks before the surgery was scheduled I ended up with severe bronchitis.

I have never been so sick for so long. I couldn't go to work for over two weeks, on top of already missing two weeks between being in the hospital and the bereavement time off--all unpaid.

So...I go to the hospital and start getting prepped for surgery even though I was still not over the bronchitis. They wanted to try getting the surgery in anyway, but when the anesthesiologist saw me she said there was no way they would do the surgery. I could end up with pneumonia or worse.

Postponed for another month, which brings me to...

Fourth, I finally had my surgery on 3/20/17, an almost complete hysterectomy.

They kept the left ovary in there for hormonal reasons since it was in good shape, but everything else is gone.

Great news--NO CANCER. Other great news--she was able to do the surgery with four laparoscopic incisions so I'm not in much pain, but I will be off work without pay again for at least four weeks.

Now for the freaky part.

Apparently, some masses/cysts/tumors can have teeth, hair, brain tissue, etc. in them. Mine apparently had teeth and hair. It was a 17 centimeter mass, which is pretty damn big, almost 7 inches. Go ahead and do an image search if you want to see some crazy stuff.

So I'm healing up now, but needless to say, I haven't gotten much writing done this year.

I'm still working--however slowly--on the next book in my Nocturnal Surrender Series. This novel is over half done already. If I buckle down, it will be finished in no time. Hopefully, now that the majority of the chaos is over I will be able to start working more on this and my other books.

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I am still working on the first two novels of my Nocturnal Surrender Series spin offs, as well as a new contemporary erotic romance and a secret project. I do hope to have all these done this year. More sexy vampires, hot angels and demons, gorgeous and dangerous dragon shifters, and a human hero to swoon over. So much to be excited about, and that's just the beginning.

Stay tuned for more book news, character posts, and information on my upcoming jewelry line.

What is your favorite paranormal creature, or do you prefer a human hero? Mine will always be vampires!

I've been absent from my blog for a while, and I've only been on social media sporadically. This is due to many reasons, health, stress, all the normal things. I don't like putting my personal problems out there for many reasons, too, but we have come to a turning point recently. Part of me wanted to write that it was a breaking point, but I hope we're not ready to break yet.

My husband has been suffering with debilitating pain for years now, hasn't been able to work, and barely has any quality of life. Many of you know what this is like, hopefully most will never have to know.

You might think that between my day job and being an author I can maintain us with my income, but his medical bills have been far more than we ever expected. With recent pay cuts and decreased hours at my day job, combined with very little sales of my books as I am still relatively unknown, I don't even make enough for us to live on our own. We have been living with his father for years.

It is difficult for us to reach out for help, but that is exactly what we are doing now with our gofundme page. But rather than asking only for donations, I have put together a poetry book to help as well. All the proceeds from this book will go towards my husband's fund, too. The book is available in paperback and eBook, and the price is a little higher than a normal book because it is going for this fund.

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​along with the other paranormal creatures I have been working on.
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where eight paragraphs, sentences, or words will elevate your sensual experience.

Alex had backed Olivia into the car before, and having him so close, so dominant, had nearly made her melt. Even though she could have easily gotten away, she’d felt trapped. It was as if all her strength had been drained from her. Like silver poison coursed through her veins, white hot and debilitating.

And it was happening again. With every step he took toward her. Every glint in his silvery gaze. Every flash of moonlight on his fangs. She hadn’t realized she was moving until her back struck the car once more.

His arms came to rest on the roof on either side of her, still he kept some space between them. “Seems you’ve loosened up a bit, Miss Fournier.”

For some reason the crickets chirped louder. The leaves rustled relentlessly, screaming in her ears. All the sounds of the night bombarded her. Surrounded her. Closed in on her. Just like Alex was.

Inch by seductive inch he closed the space between them until his warm breath caressed her cheek. His lips so close, so enticing, her fangs ached to pierce them. Closer still and his broad chest brushed against her breasts. Erotic need surged through her and came to rest deep in her core.

His breath danced over her ear, and she fought back another shiver. Her hands trembled as she tried to think coherently, her brain telling her to push him away while her body longed to pull him to her.

Was that the fabric of his shirt bunched in her fists? He nipped at her ear, and a flash of heat washed over her. She couldn’t restrain the whimper that escaped.

“We should go back to my place.” His words were laden with desire, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it. His British accent had thickened, as well. “A woman like you does not belong out here.”

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Sometimes blog posts get lost in space somewhere, or at least in the drafts section. I just found this little gem hiding there and had to share it even though I originally wrote it a year ago. Since I haven't released the next book in this series yet, he is still my latest vampire, so enjoy...

Alexander Mitchell, the sexy vampire in my latest novel, Longing for Surrender, was inspired by another sexy vampire. When I first watched Alex O'Loughlin as the vampire private detective, Mick St. John, I was hooked immediately. Alex's portrayal of Mick was so powerful and emotional, and sexy as hell, that I couldn't help but fall for Mick.

My vampire, Alex, was created long before my Nocturnal Surrender Series. I tried to infuse him with many of the characteristics, and all the good looks, that Mick possessed. I also wanted to take him further than Mick and give him a harder edge. Mick had rules about innocents, Alex doesn't. Yes, Alex tries to avoid taking innocent lives—mostly because of the horrific experience he had during his first killls—but he will do so if necessary. Mick could be a lethal predatory when needed, but Alex is even more so.

Initially, my Alex was meant for a vampire novel along the lines of the Anne Rice books, but I quickly realized my true love when writing was with romance, specifically, erotic romance. So he went from being a badass that had to save the entire world to a badass that had to save his entire species - and find love along the way by taming his feisty coworker, Olivia Fournier.

But don't take my work for it. Here's a quote from the book with Olivia's take on Alex.

He was no good for her. She could lose herself in a man like him. She had seen him hunt and fight. Seen him prowl the night, calm and serene until the time came to take down his target. Then the vampire emerged and the merciless killer took over, though he remained eerily calm.

A man like that—a vampire like that—had to be full of passion. Any woman would be unable to resist such a force of nature.

She would lose everything she had worked for if she allowed him in. She might even lose her heart again.

There was no way she could allow that.

I don't know about you, but it sounds like Olivia is going to have her hands full with Alex. He may just crack her hardened heart. I can't say he will melt it. She would never allow that, but he could definitely shake her entire world. I mean, look at him. Who wouldn't have a hard time staying away from him?

I know I'd let him have my neck any time he wanted. What about you? Leave a comment and let me know what vampire you would let bite you.

The second Alex pinned Olivia to the wall he sensed her defenses weakening. When he’d kissed her, touched her, she’d reacted as if those ugly moments in the car had never happened. Still, he knew not to push things too far.

He would have loved nothing better than to do all he’d told her and to show her she was worth far more than her asshole sire had led her to believe.

Her silvery gaze held Alex captive. Her strength shown through, but so did her desire for him.

“Drink from me.” He hoped it would calm her further and bring them closer in a way she felt safe. In control.

It was clear Olivia needed to be in control.

And he needed to be closer to her.

Her stare locked onto his throat, and she licked her lips. Then she looked up at him. “Are you sure you want that after everything I’ve put you through?”

He stroked her hair. “Yes, Olivia. I’m sure.” He leaned down so she could reach, and he tilted his head to give her better access.

Her lips met his skin in a soft kiss. Such a light touch, yet it ignited a fire inside him. His cock grew hard and he groaned. A few more kisses followed, and then…her fangs punctured his throat and she grabbed onto him, pulling him tighter with all her superior strength.

He allowed her to have this power over him, but he also allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her body crushed against his. The sweet sting of her fangs and the rhythmic sucking of her drawing in his blood. Within minutes, her hips ground into him, matching that frantic rhythm.

He planted his hands on the wall for support, another groan ripping out of him. “Fuck, Olivia. I want you so bad.”

She sucked slower, alternating between drinking him in and feathering kisses over the wounds as they healed. “Kiss me.” Her words were breathy, so sexy.

He cradled her face, stared at those luscious lips, and took her mouth with dominance he couldn’t restrain.

But she quickly broke away, and he feared he’d gone too far again.

“Did you hear that?” Her stare darted around, searching the night.

He’d been too distracted to notice anything but her. “Hear what?” His gaze followed hers, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Rows of houses, cars parked along the street, lights occasionally illuminating driveways.

“Maybe it was my imagination. I’m not quite myself tonight.”

He took that as a cue to put the brakes on the evening’s fun once again. What had he been thinking? Even if this latest round would have led them back to her bedroom, it wouldn’t have been right for him to sleep with her. Not after all she’d gone through. She wasn’t in the frame of mind to make a decision like that.

He had to be a better man for her. Not let his libido, or even his heart override his mind.

Pulling her close, he turned them until his back was against the house, giving her as much control as possible. Hopefully making her feel safe as possible. “Maybe we should slow things down a bit.”

She rested her head on his chest and sighed. “I think that’s a good idea. My head is spinning. Just hold me until it stops.”

He kissed the top of her head and enjoyed the feel of her warm breath through his shirt. He surveyed the neighborhood once more, but nothing stirred this time of night. Or was it early morning by now?

It didn’t matter that there was a long day ahead, long weeks even. It was worth it to savor these fleeting moments with such a questionable future looming over them.

He breathed in her sweet perfume, letting it drag his mind away from the uncertainty. “What do you say we go back inside? Sit and talk for a while?”

Easing out of his embrace, she nodded and smiled. After fishing her keys from her purse, she clasped his hand and led the way. She closed the door behind them, tossed her purse aside, and tugged him into the living room then flipped on the lights.

She grabbed a remote off the coffee table, and soft music drifted from the speakers around the room. When she sat the remote down, she pulled him toward the sofa, but he had to resist.

“Why don’t we dance?” He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.

She flashed him another beautiful smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Holding her close, he moved their bodies as one away from the coffee table to the open area of the living room. Her head rested on his shoulder as they swayed to the music, her arms wrapped around him tightly.

If this was the real Olivia, he could lose himself in her.

And this had to be who she really was. Ever since the night he’d pinned her to his car on that country road he’d seen glimpses of this lovely creature. The more time he spent alone with her, the more she let down her guard.

The more he felt for her.

The more he wanted to make her happy.

He rested his head on hers and closed his eyes.

As the song came to an end, the sound of breaking glass destroyed the serenity.

Olivia jerked and grunted, slumping in his arms, moaning. He scrambled to hold onto her and bolt out of there, but another window shattered.

Something hit him in the back, searing into his flesh.

Struggling to fight what appeared to be the effects of silver, he lost his grip on Olivia, and her limp body thudded to the floor. His vision went black. The blood pumping through his veins truly seemed like it was on fire now. His legs gave out and he dropped to the floor, too. The sharp pain from his head hitting the stone hearth of the fireplace was the last thing he felt before losing the fight to stay conscious.

That's right, the wait is finally over. Longing for Surrender is available for pre-order on Amazon!
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Are you ready for another fun blog hop? This time it's all about the excerpts, paranormal romance, that is. The hop is sponsored by Precious Monsters.

Since this hop coincides with Longing for Surrender's pre-order, it seems only fitting for the excerpts I post to be from my new book.

I'm so excited for the release of this book. At times, it was exhausting to write due to the emotional turmoil of the heroine. At other times, it was exciting to write because these two have amazing chemistry. And the sexual tension just goes on and on. Heck, I was even wondering when these two would finally get it on, but they wouldn't be rushed. It will be worth it in the end, I promise?

Longing for Surrender is the fifth book in my Nocturnal Surrender Series. If you love sexy vampires that actually bite, then this series is for you. You can also read this series for FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

When you're done reading my excerpts, be sure to check out the other great blogs in this hop. The links are at the end of this post.

What can you do when what you long for is what terrifies you most?


Olivia Fournier keeps her immortal heart locked away, determined never to allow another man—another vampire—to rip it to shreds as her sire did. She is the cold-hearted bitch everyone hates, and she likes it that way. The last thing she wants is love… Or is it?

Alexander Mitchell has recently been tasked with leading the fight for vampires’ survival against the growing threat of the Hunters. The last thing he needs is to be distracted by the infuriatingly frustrating Olivia Fournier. Then again, maybe she is exactly what he needs.

Can the pair work together to save their species? Or will Olivia’s trust issues and attempts to undermine Alex’s leadership cause them to lose more than a chance at love, but to lose their lives, as well?

Short excerpt from Chapter 3:

As soon as the car lurched to a stop, Olivia used her superior strength to wrench her arm from Alex’s grasp and bolt out the door. He must have gone mad from sniffing too much of that putrid country air.

She vamped out so she could see better in the dark. Everywhere she turned there were nothing but fields and woods…and cows. Far too many cows. The stench was dreadful. She quickly shut down her breathing.

Alex’s laughter drifted on the warm autumn breeze with an irritating calmness. She spun around again, hoping to find an escape route, but the last thing she wanted was to trudge through pastures full of manure or woods full of creepy insects and animals. She could hunt the most ruthless rogue and take him down without a second thought, but if a spider crawled up next to her…

She shivered at the thought.

Besides, her heels were not made for walking in such conditions.

She could run along the road, but she really had no idea where she was or which way to go. Chances were there would be no cell reception out here in the middle of nowhere so she could use GPS. And her phone was in her purse. In Alex’s car.

“Are you ready to get back in?” His eyes glowed silver in the moonlight, and she caught a glimpse of his long fangs when he smiled—too smugly.

She shivered again.

Why couldn’t she stop staring at those sharp daggers in his mouth? He dragged a hand through his hair, and the soft waves slipped out a little at a time, falling around his chiseled face. He strutted around the car, muscles flexing under his shirt.

She looked around at the empty expanse of road on either side of them. Why weren’t there any other cars? It wasn’t that late. If only someone would come along and interrupt whatever he was about to do.

The night suddenly seemed oppressed with heat. It fell over her like a heavy blanket. Although she wasn’t breathing, had no need for oxygen, she thought she might suffocate from it.

He inched closer, a predatory look in his eyes as if she were his prey. As if he had every intention of taking her in his arms, forcing her back against the car, and sinking his fangs deep in her neck.

She stifled a moan.

He’d backed her into the car before, and having him so close, so dominant, had nearly made her melt. Even though she could have easily gotten away, she’d felt trapped. It was as if all her strength had been drained from her. Like silver poison coursed through her veins, white hot and debilitating.

And it was happening again. With every step he took toward her. Every glint in his silvery gaze. Every flash of moonlight on his fangs.

She hadn’t realized she was moving until her back struck the car once more.

His arms came to rest on the roof on either side of her, still he kept some space between them. “Seems you’ve loosened up a bit, Miss Fournier.”

For some reason the crickets chirped louder. The leaves rustled relentlessly, screaming in her ears. All the sounds of the night bombarded her. Surrounded her. Closed in on her.

Just like Alex was.

Inch by seductive inch he closed the space between them until his warm breath caressed her cheek. His lips so close, so enticing, her fangs ached to pierce them. Closer still and his broad chest brushed against her breasts. Erotic need surged through her and came to rest deep in her core.

His breath danced over her ear, and she fought back another shiver. Her hands trembled as she tried to think coherently, her brain telling her to push him away while her body longed to pull him to her.

Was that the fabric of his shirt bunched in her fists?

He nipped at her ear, and a flash of heat washed over her. She couldn’t restrain the whimper that escaped.

“We should go back to my place.” His words were laden with desire, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it. His British accent had thickened, as well. “A woman like you does not belong out here.”

Had he not continued nipping at her flesh, from her earlobe to her neck and back again, she would have taken such a statement as a slight. But with the intimate display, the sensual slide of his fangs along her throat, she took his words as a compliment.

Her fists closed tighter on his shirt, and the tucked fabric pulled out slightly from his waistline. She tilted her head back and to the side to give him better access. His chest pressed tight against her, but his lower body remained a few inches too far away.

Another long, deep scrape of his fangs made her moan. Pain and pleasure combined, shooting to all the sensitive points in her body. He sucked at her throat until the wound healed under his demanding lips. His tongue darted out to lap up any remnants of her blood.

The slow glide of wet heat along her throat as he licked sent a chill down her spine. When his hand slid from the car to her side, she shuddered. His fingers tightened at her waist while he feathered kisses over her neck. The touch of his lips was so light another shiver raced through her.

She ached to pull him closer, to feel his body against hers, molded together.  Her body betrayed her each time he’d come near her recently.

She had spent centuries perfecting the art of shutting men out. Especially vampires. Somehow, Alexander Mitchell had done what no one had been able to since Josef.

Alex had made her long to give herself over completely. To be dominated and ruled. To submit.

To surrender.

Worse yet, he made her feel safe. No matter how reckless he seemed, or how ruthless, he had a cool swagger that let everyone know he was in control.

She hadn’t changed her mind about his questionable decisions, but with his hands now skimming her sides, and his lips, tongue, and fangs working her as if he owned her, she did not doubt he was a force to be reckoned with.

A few Alex quotes from throughout the book:

“I would hold you down until you stopped fighting me, until you surrendered to me, and I would show you how a real man treats a woman. I’d kiss every inch of you.” He feathered a kiss over her lips. “I’d caress every sensitive spot on your body.” His hand glided down her side. “I would make love to you until you couldn’t think straight.”


“I will do my job, Olivia. I will save us all.” He kissed her again, forcefully. “But you’re the only fool here if you think this is over between us. I love you. Don’t ask me why or how? We both know you’re the most infuriatingly frustrating woman on the planet, but I love you anyway. Maybe even because of that attitude of yours. And it’s going to take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me than even you’re capable of.”

“You want me to fight. Well, I’m going to fight. For us. And the way I’m going to do it is to find a cure for you, and then I’ll kill all the bloody Hunters I come across. When this is over, I’m going to take you home with me and show you just how lethal I can be. Do you hear me? When you come out of this, I’m not going to be the nice guy anymore. I’m taking what’s mine, and that is you. Even if you’re kicking and screaming the whole way. Not even your superior strength will stop me.”

 
He grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down beside her head. “No, Olivia. You’re doing it again. You’re trying to avoid your feelings for me by distracting yourself sexually. This isn’t just sex, and you know it.” He shook his head, concern shadowing his features. “If you’re not ready to accept that, then we’re stopping. I want all of you, Olivia Fournier. I want your body, your mind, and your heart. I won’t accept anything less.”

"Olivia, that’s how it has to be. No reservations, no holding back. Complete surrender.” He caressed her cheek. “I want to make love to you, slowly, until there’s nothing else in this world but the two of us. Until we know each other so intimately we never want to stop. We’ll drink from each other, we’ll feel each other’s emotions and desires. Do you want to take that leap with me?” 

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Before you go, leave a comment and let me know why you love
paranormal romance and what your favorite paranormal creature is.


Vampires are obviously my favorites. I enjoy paranormal romance because it takes my love of vamps
and puts them in these sexy, emotional, and action-packed stories with happy endings.

Read Night Therapy, and the other books in The Nocturnal Surrender Series
to be ready for the upcoming release of the next book, Longing for Surrender!

If you are a fan of erotic paranormal romance, you'll want to get in on the action now. This series is just the beginning as the other series I am working on build from this one. In the next Nocturnal Surrender book you will be introduced, however briefly, to the new worlds I am creating in my upcoming Immortals of Marumar Series and Diamoneria Series.

The former is a journey into another world, a realm full of angels and demons - ever wonder where vampires came from? The latter takes us into a fantasy realm full of sorcery and mythical creatures - ever wonder what happened to ancient civilizations on this planet?

It is a difficult task to write an ongoing series and attempt to tie all the books together, to have a series arc as well as one for each book. I must be crazy since I'm taking on the daunting task of tying three series, and therefore three worlds/realms together, as well. Stick with me and we'll find out together if I can pull this off. I know other authors have done similar things, creating spinoffs of their series, but I'm not sure anyone has tried to do three all at the same time.

Think of it like the Avengers/Iron Man/Thor/Captain America movie franchise, only in book form. Now do you think I can pull it off? Do you like the idea?

If you like sexy vampires that actually bite, then you'll want to read this series.

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You may have seen me mention this issue before, but the hero and heroine in my next novel simply would not have sex until the book was almost completed.

Does it still qualify as an erotic romance book? The sex scene is smoking hot, if I do say so myself. Do the number of sex scenes have anything to do with making it erotic romance or not? Even with only one, especially one graphically depicted, I'd imagine it would still have to be considered erotic romance.

Now don't get me wrong. There is sexual tension throughout. It's just these two - well, mainly the heroine - couldn't get over the issues long enough to be vulnerable and intimate until they had gone through hell and made it out the other side.

***EDIT: I should have added above that the sensual intimacy between these two throughout the book is essential for the story and character development, so by that alone it is considered erotic romance. I just think some of us have come to expect more than one sex scene - at least I have. Sylvia Day has a great breakdown for the differences betweeen these types of subgenres.***

I'm finishing the final revisions and will be moving on to editing soon. Still looking at a late spring or early summer release.


So what do you think, is one sex scene enough for an erotic romance novel?

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If you haven't done so already, be sure to catch up on the previous books in The Nocturnal Surrender Series. Right now, if you're a member of Wattpad, you can read the first novelette in the series, Nothing Lasts Forever, for FREE! Check out the latest review for the previous novel in the series, Night Therapy, on Romancing the Book.

That's right, the first draft of Longing for Surrender is finally done. And as the title of this post says, it was the hardest book I've ever written.

If you've kept up with my Facebook posts, you've seen me venting a few times about how emotionally intense some of the scenes were. I needed frequent - and sometimes extended - breaks from writing because this story was very draining.

I hope all that emotional turmoil makes for a great read. I believe it will. Even though it was difficult to write, I enjoyed these two and their journey together.

And although this was a tough book, I'm looking forward to making some slight revisions and adding a few extra scenes I have in mind. Then, after the editing is done, I can't wait to read the finished product, to kick back and relax and get lost in this story as a reader.

I'll be posting updates and excerpts on this blog over the next few months leading up to the book's release, which is still undetermined.

If you want information on the other books in this series, head over to The Nocturnal Surrender Series page. If you want to stay up to date on all my books, including my upcoming angel and demon erotic romance series, sign up for my Newsletter.

It's time for the last blog hop and giveaway of the year! The Winter Warm-Up Blog Hop is sponsored by www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com.

This time, I'm giving away an erotic vampire romance eBook bundle to one lucky winner. The bundle will include all the books that have been released so far in The Nocturnal Surrender Series. Included in the eBook bundle are the first four novellas and short stories of the series in the anthology, Nocturnal Bites, and the first full novel of the series, Night Therapy. Use the Rafflecopter entry below for your chance to win.

Be sure to sign up for my Newsletter to find out when the next novel in the series comes out, as well as updates on other series I'm working on. And while you're here, you can subscribe to my blog over there on the right. Signing up for both will ensure you don't miss any news, releases, and giveaways.

There is also a Grand Prize Giveaway for this hop. One lucky winner will receive a $75 Amazon Gift Card. Use the Rafflecopter entry below for your chance to win.

Before you leave, check out the other blogs in the hop - each with its own giveaway - using the links at the end of this post.

Good luck in the giveaways. Stay warm if it's winter where you are. And have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

WARNING: The Cranberries & Spice hop is for erotic romance authors and bloggers to celebrate Thanksgiving. It is for adults 18 and over only, and is hosted by Natasha Blackthorne.

For this spicy hop I am giving away 2 eBook copies of my erotic vampire romance novel, Night Therapy. You must use the Rafflecopter below to enter for a chance to win. All the blogs in this hop will be hosting their own giveaways, too. Just check out the links below to visit the other blogs.

So, to spice things up, here is a hot and sexy excerpt of Johnathan and Stephanie from Night Therapy to get you excited - about the possibility of winning a copy of the book. What did you think I meant?

EXCERPT:

Having him so close, she no longer felt like she might lose it at any moment. He gave her strength. Made her feel safe and loved. Made her feel wanted.

The look in his eyes quickly morphed from fearful hope to unbridled lust. His irises glowed with a silvery fire as he backed her toward the bed. When she reached the mattress, he stopped his advance.

“I believe you promised we could do something later…and it’s definitely later.”

The rasp in his voice, combined with his sexy accent, made her want to rip off his clothes. If they’d had more time, she would have pretended not to remember the comment she’d made when he was showering.

Instead, she eased her hands down his back and along his sides, eliciting a primal groan from him. Then she worked her way across his abs. He shuddered.

There was so much she wanted to do to him but so little time. The second she undid his belt, they broke into a frenzied race to remove each other’s clothes. Shoes were kicked off, shirts flew, and pants were left in piles.

With nothing on but underwear, they paused. His gaze glided up her body while she took in the muscular splendor in front of her. His hard cock strained against his boxer briefs, begging for her touch.

Somehow, she gathered the strength to turn away and slink onto the bed seductively. The second she settled into the center of the mattress, he crawled on, too. He inched his way up her legs, kissing her sensitive flesh along the way. He eased her legs apart as his mouth stalked closer to her core.

When he reached her inner thighs, she made her pulse thrum rapidly to entice him. Instead of biting her, he licked a hot trail up her thigh until his tongue teased the edge of her panties.

She moaned and lifted her hips. “Oh, Johnathan. Please…”

He moved the fabric aside, making room for his tongue to continue its journey.

Just rip them off.

She needed him inside her.

Let him in.

She hadn’t thought of it sooner, but now that she had, she immediately unblocked her emotions and thoughts. Hopefully her desire would slam into him with so much force he’d be unable to wait.

He jerked and moaned then bit down on her swollen flesh. His tongue was so close to her throbbing clit. She arched up again, whimpering his name.

If only he’d move to the left a bit.

After a few quick sucks, he released her. “You’re going to pay for that one, baby.”

He stripped off her panties and his boxers. His engorged cock sprang free, and she licked her lips, needing a taste.

Part of her wanted him to hold her down and not give her a choice but to suck him in.

“Don’t fucking tempt me, Steph.”

For once, she was happy he’d listened to her thoughts.

Suddenly, a wave of his desire crashed into her, intensifying her yearning to the point she thought she might come without him even touching her.

When he eased his body down atop hers, his cock laying stiff against her clit, she gasped and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter.

Her fangs dug into her lower lip as she tried to hold back her orgasm. “Don’t…move…”

His lower body remained perfectly motionless while he deftly removed her bra.

She was no longer breathing, her heart not beating, as she attempted to maintain control. But the feel of his chest rubbing against her nipples made it almost impossible to keep from coming.

BLURB:

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?

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PRAISE FOR THE NOCTURNAL SURRENDER SERIES:

"If you are a fan of Erotic PNR, you are going to love this series. It’s kind of like Laura Wright meets Lora Leigh
with a pinch of JR Ward thrown in the mix." Danie - Amazon Kindle reviewer.

"Great back story, character & story development. Oh, and let's not skip over the hot and I mean incredibly hot sex...
that makes you weak in the knees & tingly all over." Sharon - Amazon Kindle reviewer.

Leave a comment and let me know if you love erotic romance, and why you love it. I feel like something is missing if I read a romance that has the sex behind the scenes. I just can't enjoy the book or the romance without being part of every aspect of the romance - including the sex.

It's time to celebrate our love of paranormal romance! Since it's Halloween, and since I write vampire romance novels, I couldn't pass up this blog hop. Plus, I love this time of year, and this holiday.

Be sure to check out the host of this hop, Romance Blog Hops. www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com 

Before you leave, don't forget to enter the Grand Prize giveaway for a $50 Amazon Gift Card! Use the Rafflecopter entry below.

Also, I am giving away eBook copies of my anthology, Nocturnal Bites. Plus, the follow up novel, Night Therapy, is 50% off. Just use the codes below.

I love paranormal romance because I like my heroes to be larger than life, to be supernaturally strong, preferably immortal, and with a hint - or more - of danger.

Since we read these books to escape from reality, why would we want a normal, human hero?

Give me a hero with a set of fangs, or even wings, and I'm in heaven.

Paranormal love stories are what this hop is all about. The list of other blogs in this hop is below. Stop by all of them because they each have individual giveaways in addition to the Grand Prize.

***For my email blog subscribers, if any links are missing or don't work in your email, click on the post title to view on my website.***

Everyone reading this gets a FREE eBook copy of my anthology, Nocturnal Bites!

BLURB:

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.

NOCTURNAL SURRENDER TEASER EXCERPT:

After hitting the button for the elevator, he raised her delicate hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against her soft skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask how your evening was. I hope work went well—but not too well.”

Why did I say that?

The words had left his mouth without thought, and sure as hell without his permission. This situation was getting out of control. All of the sudden he’d become territorial with her, just like he had with Elise. But this was far too soon.

Nicole grinned. “Did I hear a hint of jealousy?”

Bastian averted her gaze. What was taking that fucking elevator so long? When she cleared her throat, he snapped his attention back to her. “I uh… Jealousy? No. Why would I be jealous? I am perfectly secure in our relationship no matter what you do for a living.”

Shifting, he punched the button a few more times, just to be sure the thing was working properly.

She caressed his cheek, silently urging him to look at her. When he did, her smile was wide and her eyes sparkled.

She lowered her hands. “So we’re in a relationship?”

Bastian scrubbed his face, searching for something to say.

How the hell did I get myself into this?

It wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship with her, but his life, his entire existence made the situation volatile. His time with Elise had proven--

“It’s okay. I’m not ready for anything that serious yet either.” She giggled. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

He breathed deep in relief, but opened himself to feel her emotions to ensure she wasn’t saying what she thought he wanted to hear. Sure enough, she radiated lighthearted joy, which stirred his desires for his angel.

The elevator finally opened, and once inside, he gave her a little payback for her joke.

Bastian backed her into the wall, grabbed her hands, and put them over her head, clasping both in one of his. Her purse fell to the floor, and he enveloped her mouth with his.

He explored her receptive body with his free hand, pulling up her leg and sliding his fingers under her skirt. He teased her by tugging at her panties. Slowly, he slipped a finger inside them, but only lightly brushed over her clit.

She moaned and tried to press against his finger, but he withdrew and broke away from their kiss.

“Nope. You can’t have it.” He cocked an eyebrow and smirked, hoping his intense gaze burned into her. “You’re going to pay for messing with me. I may not give you anything tonight. Just work you into a frenzy and leave you wet and needy. Begging.”

Nicole laughed so hard she gasped for breath. He released her hands, and she fanned herself as her eyes watered.

What the fuck is so funny? “You know, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.”

Heat washed over him, creeping up his neck and into his face. The startling sensation took him a minute to identify. Embarrassment. An emotion he hadn’t known in centuries.

He had tried to be sexy and drive her crazy, and she had laughed in his face.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, thankfully to an empty hallway. She grabbed her purse then led him to her apartment. The hall seemed narrower than he remembered. And hotter. Hell, the walls almost closed in on him. When she slammed the door shut, he blinked a few times and snapped out of his shock, only then realizing they had made it to her apartment.

She immediately dropped her purse and slipped her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just…I’ve been reading this book Ginger gave me and… Well, you reminded me of the guy in it. He wanted to punish the woman for behaving badly and…” Laughter erupted from her lips again.

Should I be flattered or humiliated? “If you can calm yourself long enough, can you at least tell me if that’s a good thing or bad?” He reached to remove himself from her embrace, but when she stopped laughing abruptly, he rested his arms at his sides.

Had his tone been too harsh? He hadn’t meant to be so upset, but her laughter was a kick in the balls to his ego. Did she think his attempts at seduction so comical, or worse, lackluster?

She frowned and her brows furrowed. If he wasn’t mistaken, her lip might have quivered. Now, embarrassment far worse than his own rolled off her in waves.

Her palms slid down to rest on his chest. “It’s just…I’ve never read anything like that before and…I liked it. A lot. The whole way, if you know what I mean.” She lowered her head.

He had no idea what she meant, and although it went against his better judgment, he delved into her mind…and then bit back laughter. “So you uh…pleasured yourself without me? Hmph. You have been a very naughty girl. What are we going to do about this?”

Nicole peered up at him and whispered, “Maybe you should punish me.”

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BLURB:

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?

EROTIC TEASER EXCERPT FOR ADULTS ONLY:

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.

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"If you are a fan of Erotic PNR, you are going to love this series. It’s kind of like Laura Wright meets Lora Leigh with a pinch of JR Ward thrown in the mix." Danie - Amazon Kindle reviewer.

"Great back story, character & story development. Oh, and let's not skip over the hot and I mean incredibly hot sex...that makes you weak in the knees & tingly all over." Sharon - Amazon Kindle reviewer.

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