Kristen’s Addiction–Sell yourself to survive
I’m excited to announce a hot new vampire erotica book coming out from Ellora’s Cave. Kristen’s Addiction is a story about doing anything to survive—even if it means surrendering yourself body and soul to a dark, sexy, two hundred year old vampire.
If you’re interested, run over to Ellora’s Cave and check it out here
http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=EvA
In the meantime, here’s a blurb and excerpt to get you hot ‘n bothered.
Hugs to all,
Evangeline
Kristen’s Addiction Blurb
Uptown Girl meets Downtown Vampire
Doctor Kristen Johansen is a respected pediatrician. With her sexy plus sized figure and long blonde hair you’d think she’d have a man. But her demanding career has put her love life on hold—until she gets attacked late one night and becomes an addict—of vampire venom.
Now she has no choice but to go out after sundown, offering herself to anyone with fangs who wants a late night snack. Which is how she runs into Joe—the last person she would have suspected of being a vampire. Blue collar and hard core Joe works as a mechanic and hides his intellect behind his skill with a socket wrench. But what he really longs for is an extra-curvy woman with appetites to match his own.
After an explosive sexual encounter Joe offers Kristen the chance at a cure. But as they work together to find the rogue vampire who attacked her, Kristen begins to wonder if her addiction isn’t turning into love. And whether regaining her old life is worth losing the only man she has ever cared for—even if he is a two hundred year old vampire.
Excerpt—Warning, EXPLICIT!!!
I made myself wait a whole week and two days before I went back to see him again. By that time the need was singing in my veins, making it hard to concentrate at work and my panties and bra felt too tight against the sensitive skin of my breasts and pussy. I knew I was waiting too long, making things unnecessarily hard on myself but I didn’t like to feel weak. And needing the venom made me feel weaker than I ever had in my entire life. I wanted to prove to myself and to him that I could get along just fine, that I didn’t need anyone or anything. Even though I did.
By the time I finally drove over to his garage it was ten o’clock on a Monday night and I was in almost as bad a shape as I had been the first time I came. Still, I tried to play it cool when I rang his doorbell. I didn’t want him to know how badly I needed him.
“Coming.” He opened the door and looked down at me, an open book in one hand. “Kristen,” he said. He looked hot, I admitted to myself. And more dangerous than ever with those ancient tattoos climbing his muscular arms and his dark eyes narrowed in concentration.
“Hi, Joe.” I tried to smile. “I hope you don’t mind but the Audi was sounding kind of funny. It’s making this clicking noise and I thought that since I was dropping it off, maybe…”
He frowned at me, not fooled a bit. “Come in here.” He dragged me into the hallway where we had had our first explosive encounter. My brain insisted on replaying all of it over and over which made me feel like I was going to go crazy. Still, I tried to keep my cool.
“Long time no see,” I chattered nervously. “How are things in the garage?”
“Fuck the garage,” he said roughly. “You’re deep in need. Why didn’t you come by before this?”
“I don’t know.” I twisted my fingers together, feeling like a little girl in the principal’s office. “I just…I didn’t want to feel weak.”
“You’re body’s addicted. It’s not weak to get what you need.” He pulled me into the next room and laid me down on the red leather sofa. Kneeling in front of me, he pulled up the sensible brown skirt I was wearing.
“What are you doing?” I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down.
“Taking the edge off.” He was already reaching for the thin side straps of the black satin panties I had put on before coming over. I wouldn’t admit to myself at the time why I was changing my underwear, putting on something sexy instead of the plain white lace and cotton I usually wore, but there was no denying I’d had some kind of sexual scenario at the back of my mind when I did it.
“I don’t understand.” I was panting already but still I tried to remain calm. “You said we didn’t have to do…that when you bit me if I didn’t want to.”
“Let me explain somethin’ to you, Kristen.” He looked up at me from where he was crouched between my legs. My panties were already pulled halfway down my thighs, my pussy exposed. “My venom is more than you’re used to,” he said, pulling the tiny strip of black satin down the rest of the way and spreading my legs roughly. “About a hundred times more. When you wait so long that you’re sick and shaking like you are now, it’s too easy for me to overload your system. If I don’t make you come at least once before I bite you, you could go into shock.”
“Oh,” I said in a small voice. So that was why he’d fingered me to orgasm last time before he’d bitten me. I’d had no idea. But I had to admit I wasn’t exactly unhappy about it. I liked the way his big, callused hands felt on me too much for that. Still it was embarrassing in a pleasurable way to be made to submit to him because of my own stupidity and stubbornness. I felt like a naughty girl about to be punished.
“Open up for me,” he murmured, holding my gaze with his own. “I’m gonna go down on you first.”