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Dec. 2nd Manday Hotties Hop – Jon Bon Jovi

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Happy Monday! For this week’s Manday Monday Hotties Hop, I’m sharing a photo of Jon Bon Jovi. Enjoy!

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8. Catherine Wolffe

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Manday Hotties Hop – Nov. 18th

I’m participating the “Manday Hottie Hop” sponsored by Felicity Heaton, author of the Vampire Erotic Theatre series.

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Hot Halloween Heroes Giveaway Hop Starts Today

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Halloween is the perfect time to celebrate our favorite hot paranormal romance heroes and share them with others like you. With that in mind, we are hopping for Halloween and celebrating everything sexy about our Hot Heroes! They may be vampires and werewolves, angels and demons, gods and goddesses or any number of sexy shifters or other hot paranormal creatures. So Welcome to the Hot Halloween Heroes Giveaway Hop!

Special thanks to Felicity Heaton and Indie Romance Books for hosting this blog hop! Check out this HOT excerpt and then find out about the Giveaways. Enjoy!

This blog is from October 29 to November 3.

EXCERPT

The following excerpt is FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

I was sipping wine and touching myself on one of the above ground tombs in a New Orleans cemetery, trying to forget the day’s events when I felt the presence of another.  With it being Halloween, I fought the urge to freak out and remained calm because I knew it was only my overactive imagination playing tricks on me or the wine.  My friends and I had nicknamed the cemetery we often frequented ‘Willow Ridge’ because of all the willow trees that lined the roads going into the large cemetery.  I had heard it was often referred to as the City of the Undead, but I didn’t like that name, nor did I pay attention to the rumors that creatures walked the grounds at night.  It was a ridiculous notion.

I had driven the thirty minutes out to Willow Ridge, leaving the city of New Orleans behind and leaving my aunts and uncles to argue over how I should spend my inheritance.  My deceased father was a writer and I was her only heir.  He had told her family that I would inherit everything because he had provided for all of them for so long.  They wouldn’t be getting any more handouts unless I decided to do so.

Many popular book series my father had written had made him independently wealthy after my mother had passed away fifteen years earlier.  My father spent hours at the keyboard like a man possessed after her death.  At the time of his passing he was in talks with several movie production houses about turning several of his books into movies.

As a young adult, reading his books had given me an early appreciation for the supernatural and I knew things going bump in the night like vampires, werewolves, or zombie was all make believe, even though I still hoped I would be proved wrong one day.  The idea of meeting a vampire or werewolf like the actors I watched on television was part of my ritual scenery of inspiration when I masturbated.

Having buried my last parent only hours before was a great weight on my mind and I hoped pleasuring myself would relieve some of my tension.  Realizing I had a helper of the

When the sun goes down, our lust rises. An anthology coming out soon.

When the sun goes down, our lust rises. An anthology coming out soon.

night to assist me was an intriguing prospect, but I knew it was ridiculous to wish such a thing.  It was another reason why I was in the cemetery that night after my father’s funeral.  I was ready to grow up, become a woman, and leave the South.  Saying goodbye to my virginity in a place like this seemed fitting, even if it was an odd notion to most sane adults.  Plenty of my older friends had told me that Willow Ridge was the most magical cemetery of all of them.  It was the place to go and see if something amazing would occur.  Even though my father had forbidden me to visit the cemetery, my friends and I had partied there a lot over the past few years of high school.  Now my father was buried with my mother in the family plot in the Saint Louis cemetery on Basin Street in the French Quarter, many miles away from Willow Ridge, so it didn’t matter what she thought.  Now I could make my own decisions and accept the consequences.  I was ready to move on and I wanted to say goodbye as well to my favorite secret place.  Only my aunt, my father’s sister and a witch like my mother, had told me the truth.  “Your father met your mother in that cemetery one night, my child.  That’s why he doesn’t want you to go there.  He’s afraid it’s a cursed place.  But I know wonderful things can happen there all the time, especially on a full moon,” she had said.  My aunt was far cooler than my father and I tended to trust her words more than listening to my father’s fears for my well being.  So that was my plan.  I was going to spend the night in the cemetery and see if something magical would happen for me.

After drinking a few glasses of wine on some person’s above ground tomb whose name I couldn’t pronounce because my French was terrible, I settled in to do something insane and jacking off on the grave of Jean La-whatever seemed like a very crazy thing to do.  I wanted to forget my father was dead.  Both my parents were gone and now I was alone.  Well technically I wasn’t alone because I had my aunts and uncles, but I felt alone because they were many years, decades older than me.  All of them except my aunt were money-hungry twits.  My friends were going off to college and because I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I was still figuring it out at twenty-three.  Tonight being reckless seemed like a good idea.

When I jerked my hands out from under my frilly black funeral dress and clamped my hands against the cold marble of the grave I was sitting on, I wasn’t sure what I’d see.  I didn’t expect anyone to be there in the cemetery.  I just prayed a zombie had not heard my moans of desire.  I wasn’t that nuts, not yet.  I gathered my skirt up and tucked it under my legs.  It was a hot night in August, so there was no threat of my catching a cold.

“Why we have a virgin witch here,” the voice said.  “Welcome.”

There was a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach I couldn’t deny when I saw the man smiling at me from the end of the tomb.  I couldn’t believe such a gorgeous man was standing before me.  No one looked like that in Orleans Parish, alive or dead I surmised.  Half-heartily I had expected a zombie with half his face missing or a werewolf with glowing gold eyes to jump out and glare at me.  Those were my ideas of supernatural creatures.  It was the way my father had described them in her books.  “Those creatures are not to be thought of as romantic.  Don’t succumb to their charms,” he had told me long ago like one was going to pop out of her horror series and sneak into my bedroom.

Suddenly Father’s words made sense and I felt my body respond to this man before me with a pulling sensation of unbelievable strength.

“I’m not a witch,” I muttered once I finally found my voice.

Suddenly the moon shone upon us like a spotlight finding its direction and I was able to take in every bit of his handsome features.  I’m sure my mouth dropped open while I studied him because I failed to utter another word.  He was tanned and muscular.  His long-sleeve black shirt hung open, exposing his six-pack chest.  A gold chain hung from his neck, twenty-four or thirty inches long and laid just below his amazing pectoral muscles.  The necklace glimmered in the moonlight and I was fascinated to see the man wore a gold Ankh at the end of his necklace.

He ran his hands through his shortly cropped wavy black hair and scratched his scruffy beard, obviously waiting for me to respond in some fashion.

I thought of many scenarios such as leaping off the grave and racing to my car, or asking the man if he was lost and directing him to a grave for a passed loved one, or simply feasting my eyes upon the man and remembering he was probably a hallucination from the wine.  He would make an incredibly delicious visual for my pleasure.  My aunt had insisted I take a few tranquilizers to steady my nerves at the funeral, so I’m sure the delicious man standing before me was nothing more than a compilation of all of that.

“Christ, I’m drunk,” I mumbled as I sloshed down the remaining white Zinfandel in my wine glass.  I tossed the glass into the air, hearing it crash some yards away.  I dismissed the stranger and decided to make the grave of Jean LaFafa, whoever he was, my midnight bed.  I laid out on the cold marble, crossed my legs, performed the motions of crossing my heart like I was some Catholic priest about to forgive me of all my sins, hoped to die blessed and cleansed, and placed my hands over my chest like Dracula.  I closed my eyes tight.  Now wasn’t the time to remember that my father’s bowgun was in my car, and not in my hand.  In the morning, I’d see things more clearly and realize no stranger had just spoken to me.  It was easier to pretend  no one was there than to deal with some whacked out issue I couldn’t begin to imagine.  I could resume touching myself once I felt the presence vanished.

“You find me attractive, don’t you?”

The man’s deep, sexy voice jolted my eyes open.  The moon’s gaze had moved on and I struggled to see in the dark.

“Who’s there?” I whispered.  Preparing for spending a night in the cemetery had not gone that well.  I had simply brought two bottles of wines of wine and a glass, one bottle that I had already polished off and the other I had left somewhere in the green grass below the above ground grave.  The essentials like a flashlight, mace, a whistle, along with my father’s bowgun remained in my car.

“You’re sitting on me.”

“I’m perched above you, witch, not sitting.  You’ll know when I’m touching you.”

“Then this is your hovering stance or mood,” I asked the presence.

He laughed, low and seductive.  “Yes, I suppose it is.  I can levitate too.  Shall I show you?” he asked.

“Maybe later,” I snapped.  I rolled over into a fetal position on the marble, hoping he’d go away.  I didn’t know what else to do.

“If you’re a virgin witch, I can solve your problem, my sweet.  It’ll be my gift to you.”

I jerked up again, this time very annoyed with the voice in the darkness.  “Get out of here or I’ll call the police.”

“Oh really?” he laughed again.  “You have your cell phone on you?  I doubt that little black dress has pockets.”

Shit, I thought.  He was right.  My cell phone was in the car too.  I cursed under my breath.

“Virgins shouldn’t curse,” he stated flatly as he climbed up on the tombstone.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you beast!” I yelled.

As he invaded my space, he gently ran his fingers across the side of my face.  The moon’s rays returned and flooded his face.  I gasped.  He had dark brown eyes, angular features, a perfectly shaped nose and square jaw.  He was breathtaking.  Letting his gaze penetrate mine, he stared at me and released his fangs.

I froze, unable to resist his sexual magnetism.  “I’m not a virgin or a witch,” I squeaked.

“Yes, you keep saying that.  But it’s not true, Eva.  You are one in a million and I’m here to save you.”

He pulled me into his arms.  “I promise to be gentle.”  He lowered his head and kissed the inside of my neck.  Quickly I felt the sharp edge of his fangs tracing the places where he had kissed me as his hands explored my breasts and waist.  Gently he ran his fangs along the contours of my shoulders and chest.

Shivers of warm ecstasy rippled through me.

I moaned as his large hands found my neck.  He tugged lightly on my hair as he plunged his hands into the cascades of my long curly black hair.  My neck extended upwards and I was forced to meet his gaze.  I was held captive in his embrace.  His hand held me powerless as he gripped the back of my neck.

“Get the fuck off of me, you freak!”

“You have a lovely dirty little mouth, my sweet.”  His fingers of his free hand laced around strands of my hair as it cascaded over the contours of my firm breasts.  He squeezed one of the nipples hard through the bodice of my taffeta dress.

A low moan slipped past my lips.  “Get…away…from…,”  I didn’t finish my sentence because his lips found mine.

He drove his tongue into my mouth, circling and darting his tongue around mine.  His hot breath seared my face.  He swept his moist tongue over my lips, and then kissed me deeply again.  A wave of bliss spread through me.  He paused for a moment, gazing at me, perhaps searching my eyes for a reaction.  I was stunned, but amazed.  I could see the passion surfacing in his eyes.

“Yes,” I moaned.

Then he covered my mouth hungrily again.  His deep kisses sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl, igniting my pussy in unimaginable delights.

“You may be a virgin, but you’re an experienced one.  No?”

I felt my cheeks blush as he kissed the top of my head.  He pulled away suddenly.  “I’m so sorry about all of this, but we have no choice.”  He all but glared at my throat.  Possessively.  Hungrily.

“Who are you?” I gasped, running my fingers over my lips that had been so pleasantly violated.

His disposition startled me.  A muscle flicked angrily in his jaw.  “Your salvation.  My name is Sebastian and I’m a vampire.  I plan to take you, here on this very surface.  Do you disapprove?”

He yanked off his black shirt and I watched it fall to the ground.  I heard him unzipping his jeans and I knew he spoke the truth.  This man planned to have his way with me.  I had to figure a way out of this.  Through the fuzzy delirium of wine and drugs, my brain struggled to find an escape plan until I saw his cock.

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This excerpt is from “The Vampire’s Pleasure” soon to be released in an anthology called “Pleasures Under the Moon.”

GIVEAWAY

Please note all the ebooks shown here are Free for you to download. Some of the authors below will be in the anthology.

Darlings of Darkness – Free at Amazon

vanthology

A star-studded anthology of thrilling, action-packed and totally swoon-worthy first books from ten different vampire series by your favorite women authors including Ally Thomas, Chrissy Peebles, Kristen Middleton, Suzy Turner, S.J. Wright, Trina M. Lee, W.J. May, Dale Mayer, K.C. Blake, and Claire Farrell. (Cover Design by Cora Graphics)

 

Young Adult Romance

FinalLHell_P1_EM_JournalsLove Begins in Hell (The Moon Journals: Part 1) by Ally Thomas – Free at Amazon Smashwords

For some, love begins when you least expect it. For Elana, falling in love begins in Hell. When twenty-one-year-old Elana is kidnapped and finds herself in Hell of all places, she discovers something unique in her ancestry. She’s a werewolf and she’s fallen in love with someone unexpectedly Dante, the young demon who agrees to help her escape.

(Cover Design by Ally Thomas)

Paranormal Romance

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The Lady in the Mist (A Werewolf Tale) -Sample by Catherine Wolffe – Free at Amazon Barnes & Noble | Kobo

The Civil War took Sonja Brooks’ husband and left her alone. Unprotected and scared, she runs headlong into a life changing event when she’s attacked by a pack of wolves. Her fate as a werewolf is sealed. When she stumbles upon Ty Loflin, a Rebel solider dying of his wounds, she nurses him back to health. He’s the perfect mate, but will he want her once he knows the truth?

In this sample at 7,000 words, Catherine Wolffe weaves a new blend of western romance with paranormal elements involving werewolves and vampires. (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)

Paranormal Fantasy

Medium_Part1The Vampire from Hell (Part 1) – The Beginning by Ally Thomas – Free at Amazon iTunes | Barnes & Noble

Rayea isn’t daddy’s little girl, even if he is the most powerful fallen angel around. He wants her to take an active role in the family business. But she’s not interested in his schemes for world domination. Instead she wants to spend her time shopping on the Internet, rescuing humans from a horrific eternity, and practicing martial arts with her seven foot hellhound. Then one day everything changes.

Please note that this sample (as of May 2013) includes both Part 1 and Part 2 – A Vampire Among Angels. (Cover Design by Cora Graphics)

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Erotic Romance

Conquest (My Vampire Lover Part #1)Conquest: My Vampire Lover Part #1 (A Dark Realm Novella Series Sample) by Victoria Embers – Free at Amazon Barnes & Noble

Caroline, a werewolf and princess of the Golden realm, has discovered a new love in her vampire captor. She’s willing to risk everything, even her life, to prove to him she loves him and has forsaken all others including her family and her pack.

This sample contains Conquest (My Vampire Lover Part #1) and Chapters 1 and 2 from Redemption (My Vampire Lover Part #2). (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)
Free at Amazon Barnes & Noble

Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) by Randi FangDesire_1_EVC_alt2

Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) begins as Randi Fang explores this subject with her first vampire to interview, a fan of the fang whom Randi calls simply Rose. Rose has a chance encounter with an actor who plays a vampire and discovers he’s “into” being bitten.

An excerpt to the next short story, Tasted (Erotic Vampire Confessions #2) is included. (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)

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TinaSamson’s Lovely Mortal (Scanguards Vampires #1) – Free at Amazon
Vampire bachelor Samson can’t get it up anymore. Not even his shrink can help him. That changes when the lovely mortal auditor Delilah tumbles into his arms after a seemingly random attack. Suddenly there’s nothing wrong with his hydraulics – that is, as long as Delilah is the woman in his arms.

His scruples about taking Delilah to bed vanish when his shrink suggests it’s the only way to cure his problem. Thinking all he needs is one night with her, Samson indulges in a night of pleasure and passion.

However, another attack on Delilah and a dead body later, and Samson has his hands full: not only with trying to hide the fact he’s a vampire, but also with finding out what secrets Delilah harbors for somebody to want her harm.

Felicity

Covet (V.E.T Vampire Romance Series Book 1) by Felicity Heaton – Free at Amazon

Javier knows better than to succumb to his hunger for Lilah. The mortal female belongs to a powerful aristocrat patron of Vampirerotique, the theatre he runs with three other vampires. A single touch is all it would take to break the sacred law of his kind, sentencing himself to death, but his passion for her has become too fierce to ignore and he will risk everything to make Lilah his.

Lilah has fought her desire for Javier since arriving at his theatre as a servant but each glance he has stolen, his eyes promising pleasure that will satisfy her longing for him, has chipped away at her defences and she can no longer deny her need and her forbidden feelings for the powerful vampire male.

When they find themselves alone in a private box during one of the erotic performances, will they surrender to their passion and live out their wildest fantasies in a night of wicked pleasure or will the threat of Lilah’s master keep them apart forever?

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Manday Monday Blog Hop for 10/28…Vampire Hotties

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Today I’m featuring guys who play vampires for my Manday Monday Hotties Hop.

Ian Somerhalder

Aidan Turner in Being Human BBC. Click the image to learn more.

Aidan Turner in Being Human BBC. Click the image to learn more.

Colin Farrell

Colin Farrell

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Lucky in Love Blog Hop (Enter to Win)

Lucky in Love Blog HopWith Easter just around the corner, some of us are already in a hopping mood.  And there’s nothing wrong with that. Today I’m participating in a blog hop sponsored by Carrie Ann who is excellent at coordinating these events!

How Do I Enter to Win?

First things first! This blog hop has 2 great prizes you may win. So let’s talk about those and how you can enter to win first. Almost 300 bloggers have posts (some including giveaways) discussing those men they write about because they are in love with them! You as a reader can go to EACH blog and LEAVE a comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter 300 times!

What Are the Prizes?

Prizes for this blog hop include:

1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or Barnes & Noble Gift Card

2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

What Should I Comment About?

Lucky in Love? Well, are you? It’s a time of luck and wealth…or not. With each romance we find ourselves in a new world of love and memories. Are these just by chance? Is it luck? Welcome to the ‘Lucky in Love Blog Hop’ where we want to hear about your love, your romance, and how much you love St. Patrick’s Day!!! Are you wearing green? Ready to get pinched…or wait…do you like that? Leave a comment related to the above questions or the below excerpt provided by the author.

 How Do I Win?

Remember to be entered to win one of these prizes, leave a comment on this blog article – between today and March 18th. Include your email address in the post. Carrie Ann and her volunteers will be stopping by to collect everyone’s entries. Go to Carrie Ann’s Lucky in Love Blog Hop page to see a list of ALL THE BLOGS and get started. But first, leave a comment here on my blog article please, after you read on.

Good Luck Everyone!

My Giveaway

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Excerpt from “Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1)” which is FREE on Smashwords and Barnes & Noble

My first interview is with a vampire we will call ‘Rose.’  I’m not going to ‘out’ her and tell you who she is.  You may have read her blog because, like me, she is online a lot and she loves to write or blog I guess.  If you haven’t read my blog, I can tell you her father was demon, one of the seven Princes of Hell actually and he turned her.  Soon after their relationship ended badly.  Probably because she ripped his heart out.  Literally.  We vampires tend to have an issue with anger management.

She doesn’t have a loving relationship with her family.  Even before killing her father, she was the outcast.  Her friends, human and vampire alike, have become the people she cares about.  Her real family.  Our first interview is below.

Interview by Randi Fang with ‘Rose,’ blogger, vampire, lover of mankind.  Recorded September 15, 2011 at a café in Union Square, San Francisco, CA.

Me:  Hi Rose, thanks so much for joining me for this interview.  I really appreciate your being available.  You’re very kind to open up your busy schedule for me.

Rose arched an eyebrow at me and did that infamous clicking noise with her teeth.

Rose: What are you talking about?  I see you all the time.  Why are you acting like we don’t know each other?

Me:  I’m an idiot.  I’m sorry.  Have you thought about what I asked you to do?

Rose:  Coming up with a few confessions I can share with your readers?

Me:  Yes.

Rose:  I have actually.  I have one to tell you about really.  A juicy one.  I hope this is what you are looking for.  It’s not too freaky.  You said to not start with anything freaky, right?

Me:  That’s right.  That sounds great!  But just one?  I thought you’d have more than that.

Politely I smile at Rose as I notice her green eyes sparkle brilliantly in the low light setting of the cafe.  I arrived early and found a table for us in the back away from the holiday crowds.

Rose nodded and dipped her finger in the cup of green tea sitting before her.  I motioned to a waiter and pointed at my empty glass of soda.

Rose: I wasn’t sure what I wanted to tell you at first, so I thought one would work for now.  I can give you more later.  You know?  So what are we supposed to do here?

Me:  You talk and I’ll record.  I may ask you a question or two here or there, but I don’t want to interrupt you to break the flow of the story.  Okay?

Rose’s green eyes grew lazy as she studied me.  Hastily she dried off her index finger and reached for her iPhone when a text message came in.

Rose:  Just a second.

She pushed up the sleeves of her long black fitted knit top.  I noticed the skull image on the front of the shirt looked oddly out of proportion.  Rose is a very attractive lady, even though she doesn’t spend a lot of time on fixing herself up.  It’s a natural sort of beauty, high cheekbones, full lips, a little button nose, long shiny black hair, and a toned physique held in a slender frame for her 5’ 9” height.  I surmised to look away before I become more envious.  If she was bi-curious at all, I’d invite her to some of my events, but I knew better than to bring it up.  Rose loved the cock.  Period.

I glanced up at Rose as she held a hand in front of me, staring at her phone as her thumb blurs in motion.  I flipped through my notebook hoping to pretend I was looking at my questions instead of her beauty.

The waiter brought me a fresh soda and I noticed Rose’s attention shifted to the table.

Rose: How can you drink that stuff?  It looks nasty and it hisses.

Me: How can you drink blood tea?

I pointed to the greenish yellow liquid in her cup.

Me:  My beverage looks weirder than that?

She rolled her eyes at me, a gesture I have seen on more than one occasion.  Briefly she nodded and ignored me as she resumed playing with her phone.  I waited for her to respond to a few more text messages and emails.  Then I took my life in my own hands.  The legends about Rose being a vampire who had tasted angel and god blood intrigued me.  I knew she was far more powerful than I’d ever hope to be, but as our interviews began I had to test the boundaries I had with her.

Me:  You’re going to have to turn that off.  I need your full attention.

I raised a knowing eyebrow at her and let a devilish grin cross my face.

Me:  Please.

She shook a finger at me and I bit my lip briefly when I witness the length of her long nail.  It reminded me of a hawk’s talon.  My fangs are not nearly as long or impressive, but I pressed my luck a little further.

Rose:  Nice try.  I’ll mute it.  That’s the best I can do.  If I miss one task from my superiors, there will be Hell to pay.  You get me?

Me:  Fair enough.  I thought it was worth a try.

I smiled at her without letting my eyes engage hers and realized that this interview was going to be a tough one with distractions.   Getting the first story would have to be enough for now.  Rose was a very complicated vampire, one who thought she was out to save the world, a mission I would never want to assume.

She sensed my concern immediately and patted me on the hand, knowing I’ll like it.

Rose:  Pussycat, I wrote everything down.  You can sit there and sip your fizzy drink and just listen.  How’s that?

Me:  Perfect.

I relaxed, putting the heels of my black leather books on the rung of the chair next to her, and pushed the Record button on my device.

Rose:  I hope it’s okay.  I decided to change the players’ names.  So I wouldn’t be discovered.  Is that fine?

I nodded ‘yes,’ and then raised the cold soda to my lips.  Rose was the James Bond of all vampires.  I knew better than to disagree with her on even the slightest issue.

Rose:  After our talk the other day about what makes us, vampires tick, I think I have to agree with you.  It’s blood and sex.  Either is on my mind every minute of the day unless someone is trying to kill me or harm a friend of mine.  So that’s what this first story is about.  Does that work for you?

Again I nodded approvingly.

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You can continue reading. Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) is FREE at Smashwords | FREE at Barnes & Noble. Learn more about my books.

About Randi Fang

Randi Fang, blogger and 21st century vampire begins a journey to seek out other vampires and discover their fascination with the essence of what makes a vampire tick. Is it all about ‘blood and sex’ as it is for her? Is it about love and romance too?

Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) begins as she explores this subject with her first vampire to interview, a fan of the fang whom Randi calls simply Rose. “Desire” is 8,100 words.


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Heartbreaker Blog Hop (2/8 to 2/11)

Heartbreaker ButtonAh yes, love is in the air and Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Starting today, almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love! This blog hop is sponsored by Carrie Ann who is fabulous at coordinating these events!

How Do I Enter to Win?

First things first! This blog hop has some outstanding prizes you may win, 3 prizes actually. So let’s talk about those and how you can enter to win first.

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter that many times! 

Now what are those prizes?

 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

(Please Note that Carrie has said some shipping cost on your end may apply for the above prizes.)

How Do I Win?

To enter to win one of these prizes, leave a comment on this blog article and include your email address. Carrie Ann and her volunteers will be stopping by to collect everyone’s entries.

Almost 300 Blogs Participating

There will be almost 300 Authors/Bloggers participating in this event. If you want to enter more than once you can do so. Actually you can enter that many times by posting a comment (with your email) on each blog that is participating in this blog hop. Go to Carrie Ann’s Heartbreaker Blog Hop page to see a list of ALL THE BLOGS and get started. But first, leave a comment here on my blog article please, after you read on.

Good Luck Everyone!

Tell Us!

Are our heroes heartthrobs or heartbreakers? Or are they just the same thing? Yummy right? Valentine’s Day is just around the corner for this blog hop and we’re gearing up to see what exactly is a heartbreaker. Is the song playing in your head like mine? “Cuz he’s a heartbreaker!” We love those sexy men, but what about those times in the story when they aren’t perfect. Because come on, we know they aren’t perfect. What makes those men heartbreakers? What can those guys do to make it better? Is there a way to grovel? Come on! Tell me about your heartbreaker!!

Enjoy the blog hop today! It runs through Feb. 11th. Leave a comment on this article with your email address and then be sure to visit all the blogs participating and leave a comment on their article as well so you can increase your chances to win!

My Giveaway

Currently I’m working on a novellette called “My Vampire Master: The Introduction (Part One).”

About My Vampire Master

My_Vampire_MasterWhen I became a vampire, I had to learn how to become a skilled killer.

But before that… I had to learn how to submit to my vampire master.  If I survived the tests given to me, then my training would begin.

Sometimes Becoming a Vampire Means Learning How to Submit

Here’s a snippet from Chapter 1. Please note this is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

Day One

 

“My apologies, sir.  I shouldn’t have said that.  May I call you Sir?”

From across the room, he politely smiled at me and I caught a glimpse of his fangs.  It sent shivers down my spine.

“You will call me Master until I tell you otherwise.”

I nodded, already ashamed of my arrogance.  This vampire meant business.

His movements blurred before me until I caught sight of where he was moving.  His wavy brown hair whirled around his face as his long, lean form arrived within inches from mine on the couch.  I froze and simply watched to see what he’d do next.  His hair remained disheveled amid his face, falling in his eyes.  I wanted to lean over and tuck each strand behind his ears, so I could discover the color of his eyes.  Please be brown, I thought.

Finally he sighed loudly and took his hand to brush it away.  In one swift gesture, the same one of grace and virility he had used to sit near me, he smoothed back his curls.  “You’re a child of Marcus, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Master.  I feel like an idiot.  Clearly I got off on the wrong foot with you.  I was under a few misconceptions about what goes on her.  I shouldn’t have snapped at you.  Please forgive me.”

He chuckled, but immediately leaned in and brushed his hand across my breast.  A sizzle of electricity sliced into my heart as he twirled his finger around my nipple.  His long bangs he had combed back fell again in his face and he smiled at me, letting his fangs surface.  Brown eyes.  My fate was sealed.

A wave of anger seized me and I wanted to crush his neck, despite the dark passion radiating behind his gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes.

“It’s going to be a lot like this,” he whispered, tracing his fingers to the tip of my chin.

I raised it upwards like I had been commanded to do so.

“If you can control the sexual admiration you have for me, and I know you can, then you will graduate.  If you fail, you’ll be destroyed.”

I swallowed hard and then let out a long sigh directly in his face.  “I’m sorry.”  I stood up to leave.  There was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off my vampire master.  “I’ll just have to face the sun then.”

He threw back his head and let out a great peel of laughter.  “Indeed you are a child of Marcus.  Don’t worry.  I haven’t lost one of his yet.  We’ll talk tomorrow night.  Shall I show you to your rooms?”

Test Number 2.

I seriously considered taking my master up on his offer and figuring out a way to assault him in my bedroom the first opportunity I could.  Instead I cordially declined.  “I can find it myself or ask someone.  Thank you.”

A delightfully devilish grin crossed his face as he tucked a curl of hair behind his ear.  “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

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New Year’s Blog Hop (Enter to Win)

Happy New Year - champagne and party decorationHappy New Year everyone! I’m starting off the new year with participating in a blog hop sponsored by Carrie Ann who is sensational at coordinating these events!

How Do I Enter to Win?

First things first! This blog hop has some outstanding prizes you may win, 3 prizes actually. So let’s talk about those and how you can enter to win first.

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times! 

Now what are those prizes?

 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $300 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

(Please Note that Carrie has said some shipping cost on your end may apply for the above prizes.)

How Do I Win?

To enter to win one of these prizes, leave a comment on this blog article and include your email address. Carrie Ann and her volunteers will be stopping by to collect everyone’s entries.

Over 200 Blogs Participating

There will be over 200 Authors/Bloggers participating in this event. If you want to enter more than once you can do so. Actually you can enter over 200 times by posting a comment (with your email) on each blog that is participating in this blog hop. Go to Carrie Ann’s New Year’s Blog Hop page to see a list of ALL THE BLOGS and get started. But first, leave a comment here on my blog article please, after you read on.

Good Luck Everyone!

Happy New Year!

As we ring in 2013, what are some new year’s resolutions you have already made? Share a few with us in a comment below.  Also be sure to include your email address so Carrie Anne can contact you if you win.

Enjoy the blog hop today! It runs through Jan. 6th and be sure to visit all the blogs participating and leave a comment on their article to enter to win!

Click the image to view Desire live on Amazon.

Click the image to view Desire live on Amazon.

My first Erotic Vampire Confession is live and I’m so happy to share this article with you. I’m seeking out other vampires and discovering their fascination with the essence of what makes a vampire tick. Is it all about ‘blood and sex’ as it is for me?

Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) begins as I explore this subject with my first vampire to interview, a fan of the fang whom I call simply Rose.

More confessions will follow as Randi releases a new one every other month. Please note Desire is 8,100 words. Be sure to read the excerpt below and comment.

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EXCERPT From DESIRE

Taking in his appearance, I laced my tongue around my fangs, letting the tip outline the length of the left, then the right.  They had come forth from their holding cavities in the roof of my mouth, waiting for a blood feast.  In some cosmic joke, I had been given vampire fangs that were longer than I’d like to mention at this time.  However, I’m sure you’re now curious.  Take your index finger and thumb and hold them about an inch apart.  Casually move your fingers to rest in front of your mouth at about the point where your eyetooth is on either side of your face.  That gives you an idea of how long they are.  So technically my fangs don’t drop really.  They extend or flip out and I even think they are scary.  Adam?  He had no idea who he had followed into the alley.

“I’m not going to be able to do this,” I muttered as he steadily advanced towards me.

“What are you up to exactly?  Do you know who I am, sweetheart?”

I laughed in my best low and seductive voice, knowing he was the flirtatious type.  This was not my defining moment as a scary vampire, I instantly realized that.

“It’s not at all close to Halloween and you’re wearing fangs.  Is that some kind of fetish or are you practicing for a part?  Oh wait.  Maybe you’re a beautiful, yet weird fan stalking me?  It’s bound to happen at least once.  Sometime.  Someday.  Even tonight would be interesting.  I wouldn’t mind you stalking me, love.”

Despite his sassy charm he was hoping to sell to me, I died laughing.

“Stalking fan, that’s it, Adam.  I’m a stalker.  There we go.”

“So you do know who I am!”  His white teeth glistened as he gave me a wide self-assured grin in the dim lighting.  He leaned against the brickwall near me.  His cherry red t-shirt clinged to his chest and his dark jeans seemed to be fitted around his muscular legs.  It startled me when I realized Adam was closer to my height of 5’8”.  I didn’t have to look up at him.  It was a wonderful, yet easy fit.  Even in the darkness, he was a vision.  Lisa had referred to Adam as ‘sex on a stick incarnate.’  And tonight I could definitely say it was a true statement.

Instantly images of paparazzi photos of him flashed before my eyes.  Lisa was in the habit of emailing or texting me photos of him where fans had outlined his large package.  Did he really have as big a cock as she and others claimed?  It made a girl wonder, and there was only one way to find out.

The minute he was within my grasp, I snuggled my face into his neck and held him in my arms.  I stroked the fabric of his shirt sleeve, feeling the tightness of his muscles.  “I don’t make a great stalker, do I?”

“The fangs help, but I don’t think I’m buying you that book now.”  He moaned as I responded by slipping my hands downwards along his waist, running one of my nails under his shirt and around his belly button.  Casually he stretched his long legs before me.

“I want that book,” I said.  “I just thought wearing fangs would certainly set me apart from the others in the park, you know?”  I continued to breathe slowly, making sure I sounded cool and confident.  “You noticed me, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” he whispered.  His breaths rapidly hit the side of my neck as he leaned into me and I knew I’d come in a heartbeat if he touched me down there.  I was extremely wet.

Suddenly jerking away from me, I saw the concern in his face.  “You must think I’m awful.  I don’t normally do this.  Rush after people.”

“But you fuck your fans in alleys?” I giggled as I paused waiting to pop open the top button on his jeans.

A devilish smile crossed his face.  “No, of course not.  I thought I was saving you.  You looked upset when you bolted out of there.  Are you okay?”

“I’m much better now,” I replied and unzipped his jeans.  His erection was busting at the seams and his cock unceremoniously fell into my hands.  Oh my, I thought.  Lisa and her friends’ theory was correct.  Could I really do this?

The fuck you can’t vampire.  Snack on this man now!” the voice inside my head screamed at me.

Trying my best to ignore the voice, I focused into Adam’s beautiful dark-brown eyes as I stroked him.  I loved his eyes.  I watched hours upon hours of his television show, so I knew every inch of him.  Well almost every inch.

His long, thick rod was unbelievably smooth.  I was fascinated by the velvety coolness of his rigidness as I stroked him.

When I heard him moan somewhat louder than he should, I realized that I was failing at my job.  Stroking wasn’t going to cut it.

“I have a thing about teeth,” he whispered.  A long, loose curly bang fell along his temple.

“You don’t like them?”

“No, actually I do.”

Meow, I thought.  My kind of man.

It didn’t take long for me to blow Adam, without letting my fangs join in on the fun.  Using just my teeth, I gently raked along the fullness of him and I could tell each time I did, it brought him faster to coming.  Oh he had a fetish alright, for teeth no less.  My fandom for Adam soared to new heights.

However, the minute his come slid down the back of my throat, I knew I was in trouble.  It was the smell of him, the taste of his essence that sent me over the bloodlust edge.