Wicked After Dark Blog Hop

Welcome to the Wicked After Dark Blog Hop. In celebration of all things sexy and spooky, I'm offering one lucky reader the opportunity to win ALL THREE books in my Tales From the Vampire Scribe series. So put on your scariest costume, kick up your heels, and read the book blurbs from all three of these steamy vampire stories.

 

 

 

Irresistible Nemesis - Tales From the Vampire Scribe Book 1

 

 

 



Eva Sambucco is a stiletto-wearing, stake-wielding vampire huntress with everything a girl from the Big Apple desires. Good looks. A great job. Even an expensive wardrobe. But the one thing she wants the most, is the only thing she can’t have. The leader of the New York City vampire coven. Andreas Kristopolous is her Irresistible Nemesis.

Andreas runs AK Oil International - one of the wealthiest business conglomerates in the world. But money can’t fix a scarred relationship with his father or cure him of his philandering chauvinism. With god-like good looks and a fat bank account, women fight for his attention like wolves battling for the coveted alpha position.

Can Eva slay her own personal demons and come to grips with her feelings for Andreas? Will she be able to keep the bimbos at bay long enough to help mend his relationship with his father and capture his heart?

 

 

Twice As Irresistible - Tales From the Vampire Scribe Book 1

 

 

 

Fresh out of NYU’s School of Journalism, Savannah Blake is hungry for a story to catapult her career as a serious news reporter. She’ll do whatever it takes to get the scoop, even if it means sleeping with the enemy.

Vampire fledgling Bobby DuBois recently relocated to the Big Apple from the Louisiana Bayou. Taking a job as a bartender at The Crypt, a bar crawling with creatures of the night, he tries to stay under the radar. The task, however, is made difficult by a smart-talking blonde with killer legs and a million-dollar smile. Savannah struts up to the bar fishing for information on his boss, Andreas Kristopolous, the notorious leader of New York City’s vampire coven.

For the life of him, Bobby can’t figure out why the beautiful snitch looks so damn familiar. By the time the mystery is solved, it’s too late. He’s already addicted.

Blood & Bondage - Tales From the Vampire Scribe Book 3


Anaïs Moreau is a classically-trained ballerina born during Louis XVI’s reign in France. After falling victim to the deviant sexual appetites of a nobleman at court, she suffers betrayal and abandonment at the hands of her aristocratic father. In turn, she embraces her best friend’s gift of immortality and becomes a vampire. For centuries, Anaïs preys on calculating womanizers whose sole purpose is to manipulate women. Until one day, she meets her match.

Oliver Polinski works for the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs. His job is to plan covert missions and train his army of soldiers to hunt down and kill supernatural creatures, vampires most notably. When Oliver and Anaïs cross paths at a mutual friend’s wedding, they learn that they both prefer sex to be a bit kinkier than most.

Can these two star-crossed lovers overcome blinding hate and prejudice for one another and find love? Only time will tell.

 

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Just Vamps Release Party/Blog Hop

Please join me in welcoming a host of talented romance writers as we celebrate the release of Just Vamps, a multi-author anthology available October 17th from Evernight Publishing. Just in time for Halloween, feel free to induldge in a series of sexy escapades about the undead. Start by reading an excerpt from Blood Bond, my contribution to this steamy collection of paranormal short stories. Then hop along to read more from the other authors in the Just Vamps anthology.

 

 

 

 

Book Blurb:

Tori Gallagher and Gianna Pugliese have been best friends since kindergarten. But when Tori’s family is forced to leave suburban Lowell, Massachusetts behind and move to Boston for her father’s job, their world falls apart. Distraught at the possibility of separation, the two girls slit their wrists and forge a blood bond, sisters by means of their fluid exchange.

Flash forward fifteen years. Gianna still lives in Lowell, working at her parents’ Italian bakery, La Dolce Vita. Tori follows into her father’s footsteps and peddles prescription drugs to local doctors and hospitals as a pharmaceutical sales rep. One day on the job, she helps screen patients for a clinical trial of an investigational medicine. There she meets Dario Potente, a smoking hot vampire who shares her deviant sexual desires.

The chemistry between the two lovers is intense, until Gianna ends up on her doorstep claiming to who have seen and felt every detail of their latest lust-filled escapade.

Excerpt:

“So tell me about this dream,” Tori said as she took a seat on the sofa next to her husband and nuzzled into the crook of his arm.

Gianna’s cheeks flushed hot at the thought of revealing the nitty gritty details of the dream. Tori appeared safe and content, but on the off chance her best friend was in trouble, she had no other choice than to spill her guts. She needed to see the expression on her face in order to unearth the truth. Her gaze darted left to right to avoid direct eye contact as she relived the graphic sexual content of the fantasy that had unfolded between the two newlyweds. Whips and chains aside, the intense emotional connection between them caused her voice to crack as she spoke. Still, she managed to confess that she’d watched like a voyeur, reveling in each eagerly awaited brush of skin against skin.

Gianna clenched her thighs shut, trying to keep her companions from smelling the pungent scent of her sex. Liquid had already moistened the flimsy material of her pink cotton panties. As the last few flashes of their erotic encounter spilled from her lips, Gianna stared up at Tori. There were a myriad of questions on her mind. Could it be true? Had her best friend willingly allowed Dario to pierce her flesh and guzzle down her blood?

While the possibilities swirled around in Gianna’s brain, Tori cocked her head sideways as if to gauge her husband’s reaction. “How is this possible? Could Gianna have somehow gained a window into my subconscious?”

Dario’s eyebrows furrowed. Then he scrubbed a hand over his unshaven jaw. “I’m not sure. Have the two of you ever exchanged blood?”

Suddenly both women drew back, their reflections laden with shock. Gianna hesitated before she answered, swallowing hard as realization struck. “Yes, we have. As children, we slit our wrists and forged a bond.”

“But I never thought anything of it,” Tori interceded, standing up to pace the confines of her small living room. “It was just a silly, childish game.”

For the first time, Gianna noticed the drastic transformation the room had endured. Before, her friend had incorporated neutral shades of brown and tan with a splash of mauve thrown in to brighten up the space. Now the décor took on a much darker, more catastrophic feel. The couches were made of rich Italian leather and the carpets a deep, crimson red. Framed lithographs by renowned painter Salvador Dalí lined the walls with depictions of hellfire and brimstone.

In addition to her interior design preferences, Tori had changed a lot in the past few months. Most likely, Dario had been the cause. If the dream she'd experienced was any indication, sex for them teetered on the brink of kink. It seemed that that was exactly the way her best friend preferred it. She’d no doubt moved on from drunken one night stands with frat boys to submissive interludes with a sadomasochistic lover who drank blood for sport.

Although Tori would have had to be blind not to notice the flagrant sexual intent in her husband’s gaze the moment Gianna appeared on their doorstep. How could she stand by and watch him ogle her best friend? Unless, were they both into that kind of thing?

Gianna watched as Tori continued to walk nervously back and forth, but soon her husband grasped her wrist, and made her slip down into the comfort of his lap. He smiled at Gianna, a sympathetic gesture it seemed. “I know it all sounds crazy. Let me try my best to explain.” Dario combed his fingers through his hair, then took a deep breath and relaxed into the cushions of the couch. “I’m fairly certain you’ve already this figured out by now, but I am a vampire. Despite my proclivities, I’d never hurt your friend. I love her too much. Tori and I have shared fluids, including blood, and as a result, we can merge our minds.”

“You can read each other’s thoughts?”

“Not exactly,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s more intense than that. We can see, hear, smell, even taste what the other experiences.”

“The sensations can get a bit overwhelming at times, but you get used to it.” Tori dipped her head back to plant a kiss to her lover’s stubbly cheek. “I must have somehow broadcast the manifestation of my desire for Dario to you through our open channel of communication. Funny, before today, I never even knew it existed.”

 

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Look for my short story, Blood Bond, part of the Just Vamps anthology, due out October 17th from Evernight Publishing.

 

 

 

Buy Links:

 

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/just-vamps/

 

 

 

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Evernight's Birthday Blog Hop

 

 



Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog hop!

 

 

Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we’ve signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you.

Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes, a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which includes a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.

 

Good luck and happy hopping!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vampire/Shifters 99 Cent Sale!

 

 

 

During the entire two-week birthday bash, Evernight has graciously agreed to offer my novel, Irresistible Nemesis, at a special price. Check out the blurb and excerpt below!

 

 

 

Book Blurb:
 

 

 

Tales from the Vampire Scribe, 1

Eva Sambucco is a stiletto-wearing, stake-wielding vampire huntress with everything a girl from the Big Apple desires. Good looks. A great job. Even an expensive wardrobe. But the one thing she wants the most, is the only thing she can’t have. The leader of the New York City vampire coven. Andreas Kristopolous is her Irresistible Nemesis.

Andreas runs AK Oil International - one of the wealthiest business conglomerates in the world. But money can’t fix a scarred relationship with his father or cure him of his philandering chauvinism. With god-like good looks and a fat bank account, women fight for his attention like wolves battling for the coveted alpha position.

Can Eva slay her own personal demons and come to grips with her feelings for Andreas? Will she be able to keep the bimbos at bay long enough to help mend his relationship with his father and capture his heart?



Excerpt:


Like most charming, charismatic vampires, Andreas had no problem finding dinner. He spotted a sweet, old homeless woman willing to make a blood donation. Her tattered grey overcoat and wide-brimmed hat covered the weathered features of her face. While her clothes looked worse for the wear, she was well-groomed and had recently bathed. All good news for a famished vampire. She smiled up at him, mesmerized by his impeccable gaze, and easily submitted to his demands. Andreas took his fill and left her intact, if not a bit light-headed from loss of blood. Then he turned back toward the subway station. His sleek form moved stealthily in the darkness. The only sound, the tip-tap of Ferragamo loafers as his footsteps came into contact with the iron rails of the track.

“Mr. Kristopolous, what a surprise!” A voice called to him. Its shadow lurked all around him. “I never figured you for the public transportation type.”

The hairs on the back of his neck rose. He recognized that voice. “Ms. Sambucco, how nice to see you again. I’ve just come from dinner. Had I known you’d be in the neighborhood, I would have extended an invitation.”

Eva snickered softly. “That’s very kind of you. But I’ve already eaten.” Her lilt voice dripped with sarcasm. She held her ground even as the vampire undressed her with his eyes.

“Oh, on the contrary, my darling,” Andreas replied. “There’s always room for dessert. And you happen to be the most delectable treat I’ve come across in a very long time.”

Then Andreas approached her. His gait bold and self-assured. With each step forward, she took another one back, until he had her trapped against the wall of the subway tunnel. He lifted his hand in slow motion to gently stroke her cheek with the pad of his finger. His coarse digits glided along her jawline as the huntress lowered her head to avoid his intense stare. She didn’t seem to care much for bloodsuckers. At least, not one hell bent on seduction.

“I should warn you, Mr. Kristopolous–” she began.

“Please, call me Andreas.” He couldn’t breathe with her so near. Eva tilted her head to the side and Andreas was rewarded with the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Long, luxurious eyelashes cast a sublime shadow over her angelic features, including a provocative glimpse of her ample bosom. His control teetered on the edge of collapse.

This is crazy. Take her now, while you’ve got the chance.

An internal battle raged inside Andreas as the animal fought for supremacy. Then Eva looked up at him, newfound courage reflected in her beautiful brown eyes. Her face flushed in an array of color.
The sudden rush of blood to her cheeks started his own blood pumping. He growled with need.
Eva held her head high in blatant challenge. “Andreas. I advise you to back off. If you refuse, this will end badly. Very badly. I’ll either drag you in to the authorities by the skin of your teeth or kill you. Your choice.”

Without warning, Andreas pressed his burning lips to hers, demanding an acknowledgement. Eva broke away. Her head thrashed from side to side in an effort to resist his bold intrusion. But Andreas wouldn’t be denied. He pinned her pliant curves more rigidly to the wall and locked both hands to her sides. It was either take what he needed or die trying.

Andreas’s stare bore into her. He pleaded for total surrender. She blinked and her expression softened a bit. And he went for it with a kiss much more delicate than their first embrace. The pillowy-softness of his lips and the silky smoothness of his tongue, coaxed a response from her. Eva had no chance in hell of surviving the pure rapture of his kiss. Its sweet sensation, a stark contradiction to the way his firm, rigid body pressed against her. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her clitoris, and she moaned out loud. Before long, she kissed him back with a hunger he’d never experienced before.

Andreas couldn’t stop the momentum of their mutual attraction. Neither of them could. It spiraled out of control with hands everywhere. Probing and prodding. They simply took that which was so desperately needed. Eva’s voracious tongue explored his mouth. Andreas sucked on her pouty lower lip. In a bold move he never expected, she took hold of his firm ass cheeks and squeezed, unleashing the beast that prowled below on the surface. His fangs extended. Andreas scraped them against her tongue and tasted blood. Delicious, hot, and tempting. The taste drove him into a frenzy.

Like a lion pouncing on its prey, he grabbed the front of her floral-print blouse and yanked it open. Eva gasped as tiny glass buttons fell one by one to the ground. She opened her mouth as if to scold him just as Andreas swiped his sultry tongue over the lacy fabric covering her nipple. She went limp and melted in his arms, releasing the sexiest little half-whimper, half-moan he’d ever heard.

“You’re not a huntress. You’re a God damn witch sent to cast a spell on me.” Andreas groaned as he left a trail of passionate kisses along the side of her throat. “I should drain your blood this very instant and get rid of you once and for all. But the need to fuck you is so much stronger.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” Eva whispered the words, her voice rough and gravely as Andreas lifted his head seeking another one of her sizzling kisses.

As his lips descended upon hers, Eva jerked her head back in one swift motion> her forehead came into contact with the bridge of Andreas’s nose. The blow took him by complete surprise. On instinct, he put his hand to his nose and saw the familiar red liquid pooled in the center of his palm. By the time he looked up again, ready to face his beautiful nemesis, she was gone, leaving him reeling. Both angry and aroused.

 

 

 

 

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Fangtasy Lover Halloween Blog Hop

 

 

 

 

     The last few days, I've been perusing the internet looking for an interesting Halloween-themed blog hop to join. But to my disappointment, there isn't much going on in the realm of cyberspace promotion during this very busy holiday season. As such, I have decided to launch my own blog hop for all the vampire lovers out there. If you write steamy vampire sex scenes and enjoy reading hunky, fang-toothed heroes, this is the place for you.



Here's how the blog hop will work:


1:  Sign up your blog using the linkytool below.
2. Create a vampire-themed blog post using the icon above. Blog must go live on Wed. Oct. 24th at 12 midnight. Be sure to link your blog to those of other blog participants. (A linkytool will be sent to you after you sign up).
3. Offer readers/commenters a chance to win a great prize (ebook, Amzon gift card, other swag).



Join in on the Fangtastic Halloween Festivities before its too late!

Indulgent Blog Hop

 

 

 



Thanks for hopping by. The summer heat wave isn't over yet! It's been 100 degree+ temperatures here in sunny San Diego, California. Why not keep things steamy and indulge in a new scene from my recently released novella Blood & Bondage?

Book Blurb:

Anaïs Moreau is a classically-trained ballerina born during Louis XVI’s reign in France. After falling victim to the deviant sexual appetites of a nobleman at court, she suffers betrayal and abandonment at the hands of her aristocratic father. In turn, she embraces her best friend’s gift of immortality and becomes a vampire. For centuries, Anaïs preys on calculating womanizers whose sole purpose is to manipulate women. Until one day, she meets her match.
Oliver Polinski works for the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs. His job is to plan covert missions and train his army of soldiers to hunt down and kill supernatural creatures, vampires most notably. When Oliver and Anaïs cross paths at a mutual friend’s wedding, they learn that they both prefer sex to be a bit kinkier than most.

Can these two star-crossed lovers overcome blinding hate and prejudice for one another and find love? Only time will tell.

Excerpt:

Glancing up, Oliver spied the object of his desire on the floor

above him. Anaïs was dancing with a man, a vampire as evidenced by
the blood-curdling glow of his eyes. He had her luscious curves
pinned against the balcony. Her back arched into the shape of a bow
and her hair was draped over the railing’s decorative edge like a
victory flag waving in the air. The sight made Oliver’s blood boil. He
could hear its thunderous roar in his veins. His hands fisted at his side,
fingernails digging into his sweaty palms.
 

“Wait here. I’ll be back,” he shouted to Adam, who leaned

casually against the bar, eyeing a pretty brunette.

Then Oliver leapt up the stairs to the third level of the

nightclub and pushed his way through the hordes of half-drunk
partygoers until he stood staring at the back of the male vampire’s
skull.

Oliver tapped the guy on the shoulder. “Pardon me. Do you

mind if I cut in?”

 

The bloodsucker barely acknowledged his presence. “Get

lost,” he answered, with a slight tilt of his head. However, Oliver
wouldn’t be denied. He slid out the stake he kept hidden inside his
coat pocket. Then he shoved his opponent back so he could look him
square in the face as he placed the pointed edge of the weapon to his
heart. The man’s eyebrows shot up in surprise once he saw the tip set
against the lapel of his stark white shirt.

 

The bastard stepped closer, his red orbs growing darker until

they’d been transformed into a dark, glossy haze. Fangs extended, he
sneered into Oliver’s ear; the threat came through loud and clear.
Then, a splotch of blood spread across his chest. But before Oliver
could press the stake all the way through, Anaïs stepped between
them and knocked the weapon to the floor.

 

“Both of you calm down,” she said as she stared back and

forth from one man to the other. Then, she turned to the vampire
she’d been dancing with earlier. “You’ll have to excuse me. It appears
that my dance card’s full for the rest of the night.”

 

The sly smirk that developed at the corners of Oliver’s mouth

proved priceless, better than if he’d rubbed salt in the vampire’s
bloody wound. His rival stuck his proverbial tail between his legs and
disappeared into the crowd.

 

Oliver snatched up Anaïs’s hand, and swept her into his strong

embrace. He grabbed her ass and thrust her against his steel frame,
rubbing his partial erection over the bundle of nerves that surrounded
her clit. Their bodies glued together, they grooved to the tempo of the
fast-paced techno beats. Hip to hip, the sexual tension between them
sparked into a raging, lust-laden inferno.

 

Oliver grasped both of his partner’s hands. He thrust them

behind her back, exerting his dominance and giving her very little
room to move. It seemed she could hardly breathe, let alone find a
way to escape. With Anaïs at his mercy, Oliver swooped in, his face
mere inches from hers.

 

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Anaïs Moreau.” His husky

voice whispered in her ear. It was laced with hostility and unfulfilled
desire. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, slow and sensually
while a hand explored every facet of Anaïs’s magnificent flesh
through her clothes. Soon, he heard a soft moan slip past her lips and
felt her tremble in his arms.

Oliver couldn’t hesitate; the time to act had come. As he

continued to distract her with his mouth, he reached one hand into the
pocket of his trousers and pulled out a zip tie. It was a simple, yet
effective tool he often employed when the need to apprehend a
suspect presented itself. As he locked the plastic apparatus into place,
Anaïs’s body stiffened. The arch of her spine lengthened, while the
serene expression on her face became replaced with an indignant
scowl. Lifting her chin, she turned her nose to the wind and refused to
meet her lover’s simmering gaze.

 

“So this is what it’s come to? For God’s sake, I’m a vampire,

not a rabid animal. Must you tie me up like this?”
 

“Somebody’s gotta save you from yourself,” Oliver smiled

into the side of her cheek, half amused at her snooty show of defiance.
Maybe she thought it’d piss him off, but it only served to make him
hard and hornier than imaginable. “Besides, have you ever tried
playing the role of a submissive? You never know, you might enjoy
letting someone else take the lead for once.”


Buy Links for Blood & Bondage:


Evernight Publishing:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/blood-and-bondage-by-annalynne-russo/


Amazon:   http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Bondage-Vampire-Scribe-ebook/dp/B0093H06SC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347722792&sr=8-1&keywords=Blood+and+Bondage



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