I’m delighted that my dark Regency romance, BLOODLUST DENIED, has hit the cyber shelves! I’d always wanted to write a Regency romance, but when I began this book I realised my hero Alexius was no ordinary duke.
He was a two thousand year old vampire, who had long ago cast aside his honor and buried his conscience. He took what he wanted and he wanted Morana.
It wasn’t quite what I’d planned for my hero but he was adamant that this was his story and I had to tell it. You don’t argue when a hero turns all Alpha on you :-)
But that was OK because I was sure that his Regency lady heroine would show him the error of his ways and redeem him. Except I soon discovered that far from being a frail human woman, Morana was a Maiden of Death and pledged to rid the world of vampires.
I loved researching the Regency era. There’s something irresistible about the social customs and etiquette of the period. One of my favorite scenes in both the BBC series and the 2005 remake of Pride and Prejudice is when Darcy and Elizabeth dance. The formality of the dance combined with the undercurrents of repressed sensuality is just magic.
In BLOODLUST DENIED I have a scene at an assembly where Alexius and Morana dance together. On the surface they portray the perfect Regency couple. But their body language tells another tale entirely.
Tired of the thin-blooded aristocrats in 1815 London, Alexius yearns for better sport. He is drawn to a dark-haired seductress who shows no fear and refuses to obey his commands. Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides to keep her to warm his bed.
Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never mistaken her prey before, but the dark stranger mesmerizes her, enticing her to forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds in his arms.
Neither one can deny the pull of the other, but there is something beyond the lust—a recognition neither can put a name to. The past and present collide and unless they discover the truth behind the lies, Death will triumph once more.
Inside Scoop: Silk makes much softer shackles than iron, but is just as binding as our lovers engage in light BDSM sport with spanking and mild submission in this risqué Regency story.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
This is the scene where Alexius first meets Morana. And yes, his final thought in this scene is ironic :-)
The refined garden square of St James faded into the distance, and the dank underbelly of London rolled over him like a fetid corpse. Whores called out to him, reached for him, their already dead eyes following him. But tonight they weren’t enough. Their polluted, weary blood offended his senses and revulsion skittered along his spine at the thought of slaking his hunger with any but the one he sought.
He turned into another dark alley, the stink of decay and despair wrapping around him in an unwelcome caress of death. But threaded through every beat of this misbegotten city her scent throbbed, rich, vibrant. Closer.
So close he could taste the sweetness, savor the texture, feel the thick luscious fluid as it pumped down his throat. Lust stirred deep in his groin, thickening his shaft and the haunting melody of a single violin scarcely penetrated the heavy thud of desire that pounded through his temples.
And then he saw her, captured in the flickering light of a single lantern. Long black hair cascaded down her back and slender arms arched above her head as her lithe body undulated to the exquisite strains of the violin.
She appeared oblivious to her captivated audience, and Alexius ignored the dozen or so drunken men gathered around her. They were of no consequence. This woman was his, and he intended to have her.
The intricate crescendo sank into his brain, pounding in tandem with escalating lust. The woman spun faster, heedless of the broken cobblestones, heedless of his deadly intent. Focused only on her own pleasure in the music, in the movement, in the sensuous cocoon she wove.
With dramatic flourish, the shadowy musician ended the solo, the final note echoing through the dark alley like the call from a lover long since forgotten. Yet still Alexius couldn’t move toward her, as if he was still enchanted by the magic eroticism of her dance.
She flung back her head, her wild hair framing her face, and looked directly at him. His heart, no longer a slumbering organ, slammed against his ribs, pulses escalating.
He hadn’t felt so alive in millennia.
Read Chapter One ~ Warning: Over 18s Only!
I have an e-copy of BLOODLUST DENIED to giveaway to one lucky commenter on this post! Just leave a comment or let me know one of your favorite scenes from a Regency book or movie.
The contest is open until the end of the week, when I will pick a winner and post here on the blog on Friday.