Yes, I know I’m not supposed to be blogging today, because I’m a loser and nobody could think of any questions to ask me. But I just got the cover art for my My Fair Lady vampire spoof Accustomed to his Fangs, which will be released October 1st from Ellora’s Cave!
When image consultant Rebecca Fowler meets Sebastian Blodenska, a vampire from a small Eastern European country, her first thought is how much better he’d look without that mullet. Her second thought is that no matter how silly his hairdo is, he’s incredibly hot—the perfect one-night stand.
And he is perfect, in more ways than one. Not only is it the most amazing sex she’s ever had, Sebastian is rich and needs some serious help with his lame, old-fashioned image. It’s the perfect job for Becky, and she’s so confident she can make Sebastian cool she bets her ex-husband a weekend of hot sex that Sebastian will charm the snootiest social lions at the next charity ball.
But Sebastian wants to be more than just a client. He wants Becky to be his, forever, and he’ll do anything to win her.
Getting into her bed was easy. Getting into her heart is the biggest challenge he’s ever faced.
And here’s a little excerpt:
“Take off your dress.”
Becky obeyed, a shiver of excitement running through her. Once you got Sebastian’s mind on the right track, he didn’t disappoint.
She stood before him now in her bra, panties, and garter belt with stockings. She reached down to take off her shoes but he stopped her. “Leave them on.”
Kinky too. That was good. The arousal that had simmered in her body all night came to a boil. Her panties were already wet, but when she looked up and saw Sebastian watching her, saw the obvious and thankfully large bulge in his pants, she got even hotter. Dampness trickled between her legs as the space between them swelled and opened. She was aware of every inch of that most intimate part of her, desperate to be touched.
Sebastian took a step toward her, and suddenly Becky did not see the slightly goofy, ridiculous man she’d seen earlier. The look in his eyes was pure predator, and the force of his kiss came back to her in a rush that turned her insides as liquid as the evidence of her arousal.
Their eyes met. His were dark and inscrutable. Something had changed between them, but Becky was not sure what it was. She only knew that it was different, that she no longer had the upper hand, and for some reason that knowledge turned her on even more.
He reached out for her. She stayed perfectly still, goose bumps breaking out on her flesh in what seemed like the interminable time between the beginning of his movement and the moment when he touched her, his hot flesh against hers sending shock waves through her entire body. Her eyes closed involuntarily.
“Look at me,” he commanded. Surprised, Becky did. He placed one hand under her chin, tilting her head up, forcing her to look in his eyes. “I want to see in your eyes how you feel as I touch you,” he said. “Do not close them again.”
Part of her wanted to argue, the part of her that had fought back all of her life. The rest of her found his dominance of her strangely, incredibly arousing. She trusted him, even though she knew she shouldn’t. He was a virtual stranger, but as she looked into his blue eyes she knew he would not hurt her.
Unless she asked him to. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
He moved his hands slowly over her shoulders, as if memorizing the feel of them. His palms were a little rough and very warm. She shivered and forced her eyes to stay open, because he was still looking into them, looking into her, with a concentration that made her head spin.
The light stroke of his palms over her erect nipples made her gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut.
“Open,” he said lightly. She did, heat rushing to her face. His was blank, expressionless. Only the intensity in his eyes gave away what he was thinking, what he was feeling, as he slipped one warm hand into her left bra cup to caress her, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger and forcing a sigh from her lips.
All night her body had been waiting for this. Excitement ran through her veins, all the way down to the tips of her toes. She was alight with desire, a silvery flame in the middle of her cool, peaceful bedroom.
Somehow her bra came off. She wasn’t really aware of him removing it, only that it was removed. His hands covered her breasts and slid down her ribcage to her waist and the soft swell of her hips, then inward to touch her belly. His fingertips trailed along the top of her garter belt, slipping just under it. Becky thought he might continue moving downwards to dip between her legs, but he did not, and she groaned in frustration. How she had gone from thinking she might get some pleasure from Sebastian’s body for the night, to being desperate for his simplest touch, she was not sure. This had gone so far beyond her normal sexual experiences she wasn’t even sure she would know what to do when the time came.
She had never been ordered around in bed before. She’d never been ordered around outside of it, either, and if someone had told her she would be standing here like a living statue while some man had his way with her and forced her to watch, she would never have believed it. She probably would have been a little scared too…just as she was now. The fear added an extra frisson of excitement to her already fevered mind and body.
The top of his head brushed her belly as he knelt in front of her and started sliding her panties down. His hair was incredibly soft. Whatever hair products the man used to keep that mullet in place, they were amazing. Becky hadn’t touched a man’s hair without having her palm sticky from wax or mousse or texturizer in years. She did so now, running her fingers through the thick, dark mass, delighting in the feel of it cool and smooth against her skin. It was the first time she had touched him since they got here. The first time she touched him, and he was still fully clothed while she wore only garter belt, stockings and heels.
“You’re still dressed,” she said, surprised at the huskiness of her voice. She almost didn’t recognize it.
“Yes.” He stood up, running his fingertips up the backs of her legs and over her behind before bringing them to rest in the small of her back.
He looked surprised. “It is no fun to undress myself,” he said.
“It might be fun for me.”
He smiled, showing her those perfect teeth again. “Vadushkia Becky, do not worry. We will both have fun. That I promise.”
I think this is the funniest book I’ve written, well, certainly the funniest erotic romance. So I’m looking forward to getting it out there and seeing how it does!
Oh. And a couple of things.
The other day Faerie made me accompany her to the potty. When she’d finished she looked up at me with this huge grin and said proudly, “I’m a poop machine!”
Nothing feels better than finally solving a problem with a book that’s been bugging you for months. It is the awesome.
We’re having rain and galeforce winds today. Just like every other day this week. And, um, every other day this summer, pretty much. Or every day this year. Or for the last two years. I cannot remember the last time I saw the sun for more than two or three days in a row. And I love rain, but even I am getting a bit sick of it.