Today’s excerpt comes from The Point by fellow British author Victoria Blisse, published by Total-E-Bound and priced at £2.49, which is just under $5 for you folks across the water.
Vic is a northern lass, hailing from sunny Manchester. She is, unfortunately, a United supporter, but we all have our flaws and that’s obviously hers. Check out her website, facebook, facebook fan page (cool, I’ll have to get one of those, not that I have any fans) and twitter. Lots of lovely ways to contact her.
The Point is an erotic vampire romance, indeed it’s the first book in the Point Vamp Series. A bit like Twilight but with dirty bits. Actually, that’s doing the book a disservice – it’s way better than Twilight. Here’s what “Jenny X” from Newcastle (another warm, sunny northern town) said about the book in her review…
Ms. Blisse brings lust into the mix with one of the hottest stories I think I’ve ever read. For someone who has been dead for over a hundred years, Hugh is HOT!
Here’s the blurb:
Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?
Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.
Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.
How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.
In this excerpt, Hugh has just rescued Elizabeth who had twisted her ankle in a deserted field in the middle of a thunderstorm. Hugh carries her back to his home and helps to dry her and then to dress her. Both of them are flustered by their contact with the other and as Elizabeth struggles to keep thinking of Hugh as a possible threat, he struggles to avoid thinking about drinking her blood:
“Here, you can hold on to this now,” he said, “whilst I help you into the dress.”
“I really don’t think it will fit. My waist isn’t that sculptured.”
“You will fit,” he said and set the dress down over the chair seat. He still held a garment in his hand. “I will fit you into this first then I will put the dress on you.”
“Oh, right, a corset.” She was completely bemused by the situation now. It was so out of the ordinary she had given up on trying to make any sense of it. Hugh walked around behind her, and she found her anxiety all the worse. She had to lean forward a little to hold on to the chair with her breasts hanging free, which was embarrassing enough, but she knew from the back he would see her enormous arse. Even though he’d said she was beautiful, she doubted he would think so from behind. Chris, the only guy she’d ever gotten sexual with, said her bum was horrible, that it was too fleshy and too big. He wouldn’t touch it. But then he’d barely touched anything else either. She found out later he was only going out with her on a stupid dare anyway. He was seeing if he could shag all the girls in the class, but he had to do it more than once to count. They’d done it twice. In total, the experiences lasted fifteen minutes.
Elizabeth was jolted back to reality when Hugh’s cold hands brushed against her back.
He pulled the corset tighter, and Elizabeth felt it wrapping around her breasts.
“Can you stand up straight a moment?” he asked, and she did so. Hugh’s hand stayed at her back until she had balanced. It surprised her how comforting his touch was.
“I just need to make sure you’re comfortable,” Hugh said close her ear. She licked her lips.
“Sure,” she replied.
He walked round and squeezed in front of her, his back against the chair. He pulled at the stiff material then with his gentle, chilling fingers, he scooped up her breasts and settled them properly in the confines of the corset. She bit her lip to hold in a moan of delight and hoped he could not see how hard her nipples were.
“Done,” he said and smiled at her. Their faces were so close that she couldn’t help looking up at his lips. They curled into a little smile, and she knew she only had to lean forward and they would kiss. She leant forward, not out of choice but because she had lost concentration. Hugh’s hands came up to her sides to steady her body, and his lips came down to agitate her spirit.
She gasped. His lips were as icy as his hands, and they were demanding. They undulated and coaxed the kiss from her own lips. Her mind spun as her body reacted. Her hands ran up and down the front of his body. They slipped under the heavy material of his jacket then traced his hard torso through the silken material of his shirt.
He pulled away suddenly. She almost fell, but he kept her steady, his hands braced around her waist.
“Now, you need fastening.” He seemed shaken up too. He spoke fast, and his hands shook at her waist as he slipped behind her, sliding his hands around her to keep her steadied.
“Yes, fastening, yes,” she said. She made no sense and realised it, but she could still feel the pressure of his lips against hers and her fingertips tingled. She was completely undone, and she didn’t mean just the corset.
“You should feel a gentle constriction, Elizabeth. If it feels too tight, please tell me.”
She might have been mistaken, but she was sure Hugh’s hands shook as they tweaked and twiddled strings.
The two sides gradually started to pull farther around, and Elizabeth started to feel the constriction. As he pulled tighter, Hugh got closer until he stood behind her with his trouser front pressed into the flesh of her buttocks. She felt him through the thick material of his pants. He was hard, really hard. She pushed back her hips and was rewarded with a strangled, gasping groan. Now, she was sure of it. He was as aroused as she was.
“Right,” he said. His hands rested on her hips. “I think you’re secure now. Stand up straight against me so I can check.” She pushed up and wobbled a little, but Hugh’s hands stopped her from tumbling over. “How does that feel?”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Not too tight.”
He ran his hands around her waist, until his hands cupped her breasts through the material.
“Nothing bites or digs in?” His chin rested on her shoulder, and she knew he was looking down into her impressive cleavage.
“No,” she said then he pressed his lips to her neck, and she moaned as her leg nearly buckled under her. “It feels remarkably good.”
“That’s good,” he whispered. His lips leant on her flesh as if he were undecided what to do next. “It feels good.” He ran his fingers down her sides and to the very edge of the corset and traced along the border between skin and clothing. She shivered as his touch slipped lower and wondered what he was doing. She wanted to move his hand away, not because she wasn’t enjoying it but because she was afraid that he would be turned off by what he felt. She did nothing to stop him though. She was hypnotised by the gently undulating kisses on one spot of her exposed neck, and she let him run his fingers over her freely. He explored her hip and thigh. Smoothly, he moved inward, and she knew her flesh was slick as she was aroused to a level she had not experienced before.”
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