Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sold. This is book one in a new Vampire Series, The Vampire Games, where vampires of all ages find their curvy human heroines. Things are never straightforward at The Games, but kink, heat and ultimately love are always guaranteed. J
I had such fun writing Atlan’s and Evie’s story and am knee deep in book two of this series, where you will meet Henri and Jo.
For now, though, the stage belongs to Atlan and Evie and their journey.
As one early review said:
“A perfect mixture of a little drama, tenseness and growing love. Will Evie make Atlan realize that he can have love in his life? Get the book and find out for yourself!”
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Paranormal Romance, vampires, M/F, HEA]
Evangeline Prewitt has had better days, weeks, and quite possibly months. A rent increase on top of a huge car repair forces her to seek out her boss for financial help. His solution? Enter The Games.
Evie has her doubts about being sold off to the highest bidder—who would want a plump waitress? However, desperate times call for drastic measures. Besides, it’s only sex. What can possibly go wrong?
Atlan St. James seeks out The Games for a little distraction. This three-hundred-year-old vampire is drawn to the delicious human bundle of curves the minute he sees her. Evie will be his, at least for the night. What neither of them counts on is the instant connection between them. After all, sex is easy. Emotions are far more difficult to negotiate.
As far as Atlan is concerned, the only solution is to let his precious angel go.
Evie, however, will not be dictated to.
The game is on.
STORY EXCERPT
Evie shifted, uncomfortable under Atlan’s intense gaze as he watched her eat. After that spectacular fuck against the kitchen counter, which had left her spent and breathless, Atlan had surprised the hell out of her. It had been enough of a shock to discover that he hadn’t bitten her that time because her orgasm had been just as intense as the ones she’d had the night before. He could have easily drained her dry, and she would have been none the wiser. The fact that he hadn’t, had taken his time to clean her up gently with a warm washcloth, before picking her up and depositing her at the kitchen table, and had proceeded to serve her dinner…well, a girl could get to love that treatment.
“You’re not eating?” she asked now, and he smiled at her over the red wine he’d been sampling.
“I fed well last night, my sweet, and while I can ingest food, I don’t need it. I don’t have to pretend with you, so I’m simply content to watch you eat.”
Heat rose in her cheeks, and an answering warmth spread between her thighs at his knowing look. Everything felt super sensitive down there, not helped one iota by the fact that she was sans undergarments. The pretty lingerie she had been wearing hadn’t fared too well in that impromptu fuck fest against the counter. His nostrils flared in that subtle way he had when he was sniffing her, and lord help her, she was soaking wet again.
Atlan’s grin deepened, and he picked up her abandoned fork, speared another morsel of the succulent chicken on it, and held it up to her lips.
“If you want me to fuck you again, you need to eat up.”
Evie dutifully opened her mouth and resumed eating with him feeding her until her plate was clear. There was something incredibly intimate about the act of being fed by your lover, and by the time he stopped she was a panting, horny mess, again.
“This is insane.” Her whispered words made Atlan’s fangs run out, and everything inside of her clenched in need.
“What is insane?” he asked.
Evie took a deep breath in and grasped hold of her wine glass instead of giving in to her hormones and straddling the man, demanding that he fuck her right here and now.
Instead, she took a deep gulp of the expensive red and shook her head.
“How is it possible that I want you again? I’ve had more orgasms over the last twenty-four hours than I had in the last year, and here—”
Atlan’s laugh cut her short, and she slapped her hand over her mouth, mortified at what she’d just said.
“Don’t be embarrassed. If that really is true, then the men around you must be blind fools.”
It was her turn to laugh, and Atlan’s brows drew together in a frown.
“I mean it. You’re a beautiful, vibrant, sexy young woman. You should have men queuing around the block to take you out.”
Evie shrugged and kept her gaze on the lines running through the wood of the table.
“No queues, I assure you. No one wants to take out the fat girl.”
Atlan’s furious growl shook the table. It should have been terrifying to see him like this. Right now, with his fangs fully extended, his amazing eyes a swirl of dark brooding clouds of gray, blue, and glowing yellow, he looked the epitome of all things evil. He also looked sexy as hell. Evie didn’t even try to justify her emotions, because deep down in that Atlan-sized shape he’d carved in her heart, she knew his anger wasn’t directed at her, that he would never harm her.
“That is the most fucked-up thing I ever heard, and believe me, I’ve heard all sorts of shit over the last few hundred years.” His voice held that deep delicious growl that made her want to sink to her knees and beg him to do to her whatever he pleased. However, sex didn’t seem to be on Atlan’s mind at the minute. “If you weren’t still sore from yesterday, I would pummel that gorgeous butt of yours until you see sense. You’re everything a woman ought to be. Soft, with curves in all the right places. No man wants to fuck a bag of bones and give himself friction burn, trust me on that, sweetheart.”
Evie blinked at the unexpected endearment. He still looked far too intense, and her heart turned over in her chest with all the pent-up emotions bubbling around in there, so she had to lighten the mood.
“You know how that sounds, right? You’re now discriminating against skinny chicks and—”
“This is such fucking bullshit.”
His snarled response cut her off, and before she could even blink he’d pulled her to her feet, flung her over his shoulder, and they were racing up the stairs at dizzying speeds.
She gasped in awe when he slid her down onto the floor and she realized where they were. On top of the house in his art studio. With the lights off and the shutters down, the night sky with its multitude of stars blinked down at them. The full moon hung in the middle of it all, heavy and blinding in its intensity, and it filled the space with an eerie, supernatural glow which added to the whole breathtakingly stunning ambiance.
Evie put her hands out and spun around in a circle, utterly transfixed by the spectacle of nature.
“Oh my gosh, this is beautiful.”
“Yes, it is.”
Atlan had lost his annoyed tone, and when she glanced at him, it was to see him watching her, not the scenery.
ADULT EXCERPT
She gasped and stopped talking when he cupped her pussy through the sodden lace and found her clit at the top of her hood.
“Not God, sweetheart, just your average three-hundred-year-old vamp at your service.” Atlan dropped his voice as she clenched her thighs, and her hips surged downward to seek more pressure from his fingers.
“You’re…oh, please, don’t stop…you’re three hundred? And oooh, I…”
Instead of answering her, Atlan caught her screech of surprise in his mouth as his lips crashed over hers at the same time as he pushed the underwear out of his way and sunk two fingers knuckle-deep into her clenching core. Her internal muscles grasped his digits, and he thrust in and out of her cunt while he kissed her senseless.
Evie didn’t hold back. She flexed her hips and whimpered her need into his mouth while kissing him back with the same fevered urgency he experienced. The buttons on his shirt pinged off in all directions in her haste to get him undressed. Her fingernails scored his skin, and the sweet pain made him lose what little control he had left. Atlan took over, wrenched his lips off hers, and flipped them so that she was underneath him. Having pinned her hands back above her head and secured them with the restraints attached to the headboard, he yanked her downward, so that all her bountiful curves were his for the taking.
Her eyes widened when he divested himself of the rest of his clothing, and he groaned in relief when his dick sprang free. Evie’s corresponding whimper of need and the way her gaze snared on his erection made him even harder.
“Oh. My. God.”
Evie licked her lips, her gaze riveted on the action of his hand as he stroked up and down his length slowly. He tapped her thighs in a quiet command, and when she immediately opened to him, displaying herself, he smiled.
“That’s my good girl. You’re so fucking wet already. Tell me, my angel, how badly do you want my cock?”
He gripped himself harder, ran his thumb through the drops of pre-cum coating his thick head, and used the natural lubrication to work his dick harder. Evie started panting and tried to close her thighs, but he was having none of that. He swatted her pussy once and his girl tensed and groaned.
“Please, I…”
Her reaction made him do it again, and again. Her eyes closed, her head thrashed from side to side, and each well-placed slap brought her closer to release. To see her writhing on the bed, so close to release, so utterly inhibited in her responses, made him ache to be inside her. Atlan gripped the bottom of his shaft hard to stave off his own release, as one last well-placed and much harder swat meant she tumbled over that edge with a scream to bring in the neighbors, had he had any.
Luckily his staff knew better than to intervene, and that was the last conscious thought Atlan had before he ripped off that sodden lace, which prohibited his view of her juicy pussy, buried his face between her thighs, and lapped up her need.
Grasping her luscious ass cheeks, he lifted her up and drank down her arousal. Evie didn’t disappoint as she locked her thighs around his head and rode out the multitude of orgasms he wrung from her. Atlan latched onto her clit and sucked that little hard nub into his mouth while he sank his teeth into her moist flesh. Evie went wild underneath him, the scent and flavor of her life essence mixing in with her cum, as she screamed her release. Atlan released his hold on her clit, licked the wounds closed, and tunneled his tongue into her clenching hole instead, while he took her arousal all the way back between her ass cheeks to that little ring of muscle guarding her other entrance.
He rimmed that tiny hole, as she tensed her hold around him and pulled on the restraints tethering her to the bed. By the time he breached her butt with his tongue, shoved several fingers into her pussy, and fucked her with his fingers, she flew again.
Atlan murmured his encouragement into her perspiration-soaked skin, as he licked a path back up over her quivering belly until he reached the heavy mounds of her breasts. Circling each nipple in turn, he bit down lightly, leaving his teeth marks on the soft tissue. Only when she started to whimper and plead for him to stop, did he align his aching cock with her slick entrance and thrust deep with a groan of his own.
Her quivering cunt muscles closed around him like a hot, wet fist, and Evie gasped. She arched her head back, offered her delicate neck for him to take, and without thinking about anything but the need to make this woman his, he sunk his fangs into her neck while he started to fuck her in earnest.
Evie screamed and shook as her blood filled his mouth and her pussy sucked him in deeper. Harder, faster, he drove into her soft body like a madman, intent only on seeking his own release, satisfied with the knowledge that she met him thrust for thrust, until they came together in a mind-shattering orgasm, which took over every atom of his body, as she convulsed under and around him.
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About Doris
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die
for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to
paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-seven years, she lives with her husband and their
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