Vampires – The End and the Beginning

Many of you know that this blog started before I began the process of writing in order to be published. It always had a vampire theme (tagline courtesy of Aaron Harris aka Jester) and my friend Dave Simmer II from Blogography.com made this little cartoon as a joke because I wrote those sexy romances with vampires. For those of you who don’t know, this is TVC (aka Throbbing Vampire Cock.)

So the blog is probably going away. I may be going away. And not coming back. Life is really difficult for me as of this writing and I can’t see a way out. So I’m going to end as I began, with sexy vampires, just not my own this time. Check it out!

Lord Vampyre

When Lord Neverelle becomes a guest at Cliffside Keep, Vanni watches helplessly as Damion, the young man he’s grown up with and secretly loves, falls for the alluring and seductive stranger. Lord Neverelle is danger incarnate, and soon takes control of the household.

Not satisfied with Damion alone, Never uses a vampire trick called “the tempt” to compel Vanni, who is swept into a love triangle that includes fiery passion and nightly threesomes.

Now Vanni must ask himself, is any of this consensual? And what about Damion—does he really want to be with Vanni, or is it all a sensual play controlled by vampire compulsion?

M/M and M/M/M romance.

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lord-Vampyre-Wendy-Rathbone-ebook/dp/B07KY2B3KS

About Wendy Rathbone

I have written in all genres: scifi, fantasy, horror, paranormal, contemporary, erotica, romance. My poetry has won awards, publishing contracts, and was recently nominated for a Pushcart. I am a hybrid writer, publishing both indie (under my press name Eye Scry Designs) and with publishers, most recently with Dreamspinner Press.

I keep coming back to romance. Gay romance. Male/male romance. Many of my themes involve escape from abduction, pleasure slavery, indentured servitude, imprisonment. It’s like, with my writing, I’m constantly breaking out of some self-imposed cage and letting my wings unfurl until I can finally fly.

I live in the high desert of Southern California, USA with two dogs, a sprinkling of cats, and my partner of 38 years.

All my books are available on Amazon.

There are no Lex Valentine vampire books for sale on Amazon any longer. The one book I have at Liquid Silver is avian shifters. The 3 books at Decadent are contemporary. My vampires exist only on my computers now and I don’t foresee them returning any time soon especially since my life may be pretty much done with this current set of bad luck.

So go buy Wendy’s vampires. Enjoy a little TVC this December. Love you all.

Day Ten: 30 Days of Christmas 2016

30daysofchristmas2016We’re one third of the way through the month now and there’s more and more good books, new authors, and long time favorites coming up soon! Yesterday I introduced you to a new author and today we have a winner of her book! The winner of Qeturah Edeli’s book and my extra sweeten the pot book is… Sula! YAY!

Today’s featured author is Evelise Archer with a MM paranormal! I love vampire paranormals. They’re my favorite, so today I’ll sweeten the pot again with a vampire paranormal of my own.  Read on to find out about Evelise and The Vampire’s Coqui!

evelise-archer-button-2Evelise Archer is living her dream with her loving husband, dog, and a family that visits often. Once fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee, Evelise switched her beverage of choice to tea. Evelise can be found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top spinning her next tale.

Email: evarcher5@gmail.com

Blog: http://sexyforreview.blogspot.com/

Website: http://evelisearcher.blogspot.com/

Face Book: https://www.facebook.com/evelise.archer.5

Twitter: @EveliseArcher

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/evarcher5/

https://www.google.com/+EveliseArcher

Amazon Author Page http://goo.gl/O9MqZJ

Book Strand Author Page http://www.bookstrand.com/evelise-archer

ea-dp-vampirescoqui-fullThe Vampire’s Coqui

Diablo loves his ranch, his horses, and the men he works with. He also has certain proclivities which the C & L Ranch caters to. Diablo is a Dominant and a one hundred and fifty year old vampire who desperately desires a mate and permanent sub.

Newly graduated from Veterinary School, Kristoph Karlisle answers the Vet Needed ad for the C & L Ranch. The little coquí shifter is better suited for the warmer climate and eagerly heads south towards a new job—and his fated mate.

Diablo hopes his mate is as open-minded as the other residents of the C & L Ranch, where hog tying takes on a whole new meaning.

Buy Links

Book Strand / Amazon

ThrobbingVampireCockNow, to sweeten the pot I’m going to give away my version of TVC.  In my case TVC stands for Throbbing Vampire Cock, the name David Simmer II of Blogography gave to my vampire romances. He even made a little TVC cartoon. Isn’t he cute? I love him. Every time I see him, he makes me laugh. I can never thank Dave enough for that little cartoon!

BreatheMeIn_200Breathe Me In (This book was an Honorable Mention for the Best Gay Paranormal in the 2011 Rainbow Awards)

Life is good for vampire Wilson North. His family left him well off. His job as an estate attorney is prestigious, well paying, and non-demanding. He’s gay and out and never had any issues being either. In fact, until the day he ended up beneath his car, bleeding out and only a few pints of blood from a sure trip to the Afterworld, life had never been a challenge.

When Will meets his destiny in the form of an enigmatic Magia named Garrick Forrester he finds the challenge of his life. Garrick’s gay but doesn’t live an openly gay life. Instead, he hides his nature behind his ownership of a BDSM club. The two men instantly know they are mates, but that doesn’t smooth the path to their bonding. Garrick wants Will but threats from his past convince him that the only way to protect his lover is to leave him. Shocked by Garrick’s ability to walk away, Will struggles to understand why his mate doesn’t want him. For the first time in Will’s life, something isn’t easy and he must fight for what he needs or give up his chance for happiness.

Drawn together by destiny. Torn apart by self-doubts and fear. Two men on the cusp of a dream must set aside the lives they’ve always lived for a chance at a new and brilliant future.

Warning: This book contains virgin sex between a sexy self-sacrificing wizard who’s never been catcher and an angelic-faced vampire who’s never pitched, a BDSM bad guy with dark magic, a mysterious royal Acerbian, and a host of characters from previous Tales books who do everything from implode buildings to change diapers…all to help two reluctant heroes find true love.

Now, run! Go quickly! Leave a comment on this blog post for a chance to win a great vampire book by Evelise Archer as well as little TVC from me! And don’t forget to come back every day this month for more MM book giveaway goodies!

Happy Holidays!
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New Breed of Biter

Today for Wicked Wednesday, J. Paulette Forshey gives us a taste of her vampires…

I lay in my bed tossing and turning, and then grabbed a pillow from behind my head, punched it, bunched it and flopped back on it. Restlessness crawled over my flesh, and a growing feeling gnawed at me that my life was stagnate, a piece missing, a void that need filled. Lying between the covers, staring at the ceiling, blessedly the deep shadows in the room reached out to wrap me in their inky blackness and I slept. That’s when they, the Tarczals, came and whispered in my ear.

For the next few nights, I eagerly waited for bedtime hoping the Tarczals would introduced me to more of their world, entrust me with a new piece of their lives and history. They were patient but then when you have a life span of 1,500 years you can afford some tolerance to others. On the last morning of their visit, I awoke and began to write the Tarczals story. Writing and writing until every sentence became part of a life I’d come to know better than my own. The Tarczal Alliance is their first book; I hope you enjoy meeting a new breed of vampire as much as I have called Tarczal.

Excerpt from The Tarczal Alliance :

The woman’s fleeting inspection caused Logan to pause and suppress the grin threatening to creep across his face. The last time a woman caused him to lose restraint was ninety years ago. An intriguing, yet disturbing revelation, since that was when he’d sworn off relationships.

“You disagree the painting is showy?” He turned the subject back to the painting, and with practiced ease, he returned what he surmised was a compliment from the flush blooming on her cheeks. He indulged himself by allowing his gaze to rake over her. A whine like a mosquito’s settled in his ears.

“The artist captured Kandinsky’s style completely,” she sputtered. Logan didn’t give a damn about the painting or the artist. He wondered if the large, dark purple sweater that hung mid-thigh on her was an attempt to hide her body. If that was her goal, the tight black stretch pants, and thigh-high ebony suede boots were a poor choice. Any movement pulled the sweater tight like a second skin over her compact, lithe body.

“Absolutely. He copied a style. You wouldn’t have, Ms?” She fidgeted, and the movement caused the sweater to pull snug over her breasts making them stand out like ripened fruit and accented her flat stomach. Nice. Bet that stomach quivers when a tongue is run over it. Wonder what she’d do with a tongue in her belly button? She’s probably a giggler. He licked his lips. And a squirmer. It was apparent she had no idea what she did to him. He didn’t mind. Several parts of his anatomy were already stirring in response. Her front equaled the heart-shaped derriere he’d seen earlier while she browsed the competition.

“Weston. Allyson Weston. How did you know I paint?” The tiny frown across her brow made him want to laugh. So this was the estranged wife of his latest hire, Michael Weston. During the job interview Michael had constantly moaned and bitched about his soon-to-be-ex-wife. Guess Michael didn’t grasp he’d let go of an extraordinary woman. Logan let his gaze travel down to her legs, dancer’s legs, long and well-defined. Legs any man would enjoy wrapped around him.

Smoothly, Logan reached down, slipping his hand under hers bringing both up to eye level. “You have paint under your nails.” His thumb brushed the skin of her knuckles.

Oooh, very hot Paulette! Thank you so much for coming by and sharing your new breed of vampire with us! Paulette’s book was just released last week at Whispers Publishing so if you want to read it, click the link and head on over to the publisher!

Have a great Wednesday everyone!

The Dark Protectors

Today’s Wicked Wednesday guest blogger is author Rebecca Zanetti. She has some hot vampires coming out soon and has a slightly different take on the undead blood suckers…

I want to thank Lex for having me on her blog today – I always enjoy reading the posts here!  I’ve been thinking about vampires.  (Yeah, I know that’s a stretch).  But what’s the deal?  Why do we like them so much?

I truly think the fascination has something to do with the singular nature of the vamp.  I mean, shifters have to actually change to let the animal within them out.  But not vampires.  The animal is right there, always willing to go.  In fact, I’d go a step farther and say the vampire is the animal who has to balance a strong intelligence and sense of humanity within his own nature.  Not in spite of it.  Not in contrast with it.  But with it.  And make no mistake; he’s balancing instinct with nature because he chooses to. Thank goodness.

Why is this cool?  I think it’s because you have a strong, intelligent animal who has to fight his own baser instincts to be good.  Or some sense of good.  Let’s be honest, some vampires have a sense of good that’s so nicely bad.  There’s a darkness lurking in all of us, and vampires embody that.  They’re sexy; they drink blood for goodness sakes.  And as dark as they are, they’re immortal.

So as writers, why in the world do we torture them so?  Because they’re they ultimate bad boy and hey, those guys need a reason to be bad.  Or we need a reason to still want them in spite of their badness.  And there’s always that hint…that possibility that the animal will take over.

I have a series coming out from Kensington called “The Dark Protectors.”  It’s a paranormal series featuring vampires, shifters and witches.  The vampires are all male, and have been the strongest beings on earth since the beginning.  But biological warfare has hit their society in a form of a virus that attacks their mates.  The first book, FATED, will be released in February.

FATED features Talen Kayrs, the strategic leader of the vampire world, and his mate Cara, a single mother who’s a scientist and has no time or patience for an alpha male who bites.  One night leads to a marking, mating and sexual taming that will either bind them in strength or destroy them before the virus can.  To find out more, hop on over to my website:  http://rebeccazanetti.com/

So, let me ask you…why do you like vampires?

Fated

Rebecca Zanetti

Kensington

Excerpt:

Slowly, Talen pushed to his feet and strolled across the conference room.

Cara took a step back, her breath hitching.

Smiling, he leaned against the closed door.

She’d need to go through him to get out.  God, he was huge.  Even if she had known how to fight, she doubted she’d stand a chance when faced with such size and obvious strength.  A feminine fear and a flutter she refused to identify whispered through her, and her spine straightened with a sharp snap.

“I won’t hurt you.” His voice lowered, deepening to a tone that increased her flutter.  He relaxed his stance against the door, his muscled arms crossing.  “I won’t let anyone harm either of you.  Ever.”

Okay.  Fine.  He was too big for her to fight, but she did have a brain.  “Listen, Talen,” she kept her voice soft, soothing.  “It’s great your dating pool just opened up and all, but I’m not looking for—”

A dimple winked in his cheek, stopping her words.  She fought to keep her tone mild.  “Am I amusing you?”  Her chin lifted.

“Yes.”

“Why?”  She could even feel his amusement in the air, damn it.

“Your people.  I’ve never understood why you ignore fate.  She has her own plans.”

“Fate?”  He was throwing destiny at her?  Come on.

He nodded. “Fate.”

“Wow.  That’s poetic, Talen.”  Sarcasm replaced the softness.  “But there’s no way fate is involved here.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Prove it.”

“Okay.”  He lifted his right hand, palm out.  A crest, an intricate one, spread across his calloused skin.  Thick and black, a webbing of arcs together formed a knot with what might be an elaborate ‘K’ in the middle.

“A tattoo?” She quirked an eyebrow, wondered if he had other tats on that magnificent body.

“No.  A brand of sorts.  It appeared earlier after I took your arm.”

“A brand?”  She snorted.  “Bullshit.”

Talen shrugged.  “It’s true, Cara.  The Mark usually doesn’t appear until the mating act, but there are exceptions.”  Golden eyes pinned her.  “Our bond must be strong.”

“No.”

Talen lifted a shoulder.

Her mind rebelled at the physical evidence before her eyes.  “I said, no.  I choose to ignore your fate.”  How could the mark have appeared?  Conviction sat easily upon his face and her stomach rolled at the question of how far he’d go to follow his fate.

“That is your choice,” he agreed.

“Damn straight.”  She searched his face for a trick, determination tightening her own jaw.  A raised eyebrow met her glare.  “But you don’t know anything about me.  I could be married.”

“You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

He shrugged.  “My brother Dage shot your file to my smart phone.”

Smart phone?  Vampires used smart phones?  Come on.  “Where were you?”  Damn her curiosity.

“In a meeting with my other brother, Conn.”

Geez.  Sounded like a family oriented creature of the night.  Or day.  Or whatever.  She tried another tack.  “Besides, I have a date tonight.”

She wasn’t sure what her goal was, but she didn’t reach it.  A genuine smile played across his lips, and he uncrossed his arms.  “You’re not going to make it.”

Woah! That’s a great excerpt! I can’t wait for this series to come out. I have to read it! Many thanks to Rebecca for coming by to talk vampires with us. And her vampire Talen…oh, yeah. That’s some TVC there. 😉

Don’t forget to hop over to the Lex Valentine blog for today’s giveaway, Tartan Mate by Selena Illyria!


Have a great Wednesday!


Nightwalker

It’s Wicked Wednesday and author Rhonda Print is here to talk about her vampires and her book Nightwalker! Please give her a warm welcome!

So what does paranormal romance, vampires, shapeshifters and witches have to do with Christmas?

Let’s start with romance. Can there be a more passionate love than one that lasts an eternity? When the very reason you refrain from walking into the sunlight has to live with the fact that you survive on human blood and die at daybreak, yet loves to anyway? Isn’t that what love is all about? Loving each other in spite of our differences.

Christmas starts earlier every year. Decorations start popping up right after Halloween and canned holiday music fills the stores before you’ve carved the Thanksgiving turkey.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays! One of my three trees is already up and decorated. (Okay, so it’s a Charlie Brown Christmas tree that sits atop a table, but it still counts!) I love everything about the season; the midnight Black Friday shopping spree, the tangled lights, the noise, music and especially the movies. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation about sums it up for me!  😀 Christmas doesn’t officially start around my house until I’ve heard Bing Crosby sing White Christmas!

Yet amid all the chaos, sometimes you begin to think ‘Die Hard’ is the best holiday movie ever made. That’s when you realize it’s time to take a break! Its’ cold outside, (sometimes inside too) you have the holiday candles lying about and the fireplace cranked up. It’s a great time to grab a good book.

May I suggest Nightwalker, A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel?

Leah Wolfe has retired from serious police work in favor of seeking a normal life. Her unique, yet not fully discovered supernatural abilities allow her to speak to the souls of the dead, providing vital information in the search for their killers. Her abilities have also cost her almost everyone she has ever loved including her mother, who abandoned her to fend for herself on the streets, and, most recently, her ex-fiance Joaquin Wildhorse, Chief Detective of the Native American Reservation Police Department. But when Joaquin’s new lover is found brutally murdered on the reservation, he turns to Leah for help. The hunt for a vicious killer leads Leah to sexy Ian Nightwalker and Leah is unable to walk away from the case that may cost her her most guarded posession of all.

Her heart.

Cuddle up with a blanket and lose yourself for a little while. Trust me! You’ll be up and ready to face another green bean casserole and jello mold in no time!

Just remember to take some time for yourself this holiday season! Even ten minutes before bed with a good story can relieve that pesky holiday stress!

Allow me to tease your senses with a little bite of Nightwalker, A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel.

Excerpt:

Ian raised his eyebrows at the question, looking slightly amused. “Do you think I am a killer, Leah?”

I paused for a moment. Did I really think Ian was capable of doing that to anotherperson? God I hoped not. The energy emanating from him had always been serene. I was sitting close enough that I could smell the scent of his skin, feel the warmth of his body. I needed only to lean closer to… I cut off the thought.

Work. Focus Leah… Focus on work. Sure, that would pacify my hormones. Riight.

I took a deep breath, all the while Ian sat patiently, an impassive and slightly amused look on his face, one dimple glinting at the corner of his mouth. He had the calmest aura of anyone I’d ever encountered, even the constant chatter in my own head calmed when I was with him. Violence and fury, at least the kind of rage that was used to kill these women never really cooled, it stayed red hot, a constant glow. It was always boiling just below the surface of the person containing it, releasing its own feel of aura.

“No, Ian.” I felt the tension in my body ease. “I think you’re dangerous, but you’re not a killer.”

“I appreciate you actually considering the matter.” His tone let me know that he could be sarcastic, too. Point for him.

“Now that you know that I did not murder her, what avenue will you pursue?”

“I still have tons of questions about you, Ian.”

He spread his hands wide. “Ask away, my love.”

“Stop calling me that, it’s irritating as hell.”

“Again, my apologies. Can you, however, deny the attraction you feel toward me? I can feel your fascination.”

I felt myself immediately tense again. He was right, and worse, he knew it. I felt the attraction between us, too. The question was, should I give in to it or learn to shield like hell to keep him from sensing it.

Maybe both. While my hormones reminded me that I had not been with a man in months, months, my battered heart and head took control and reminded me why. Was my attraction to him simply a need that had been denied or was it truly him? It might have been fun to figure out the answer to that one. However, I didn’t know who or what he was.

Only one way to find out.

Buy NIGHTWALKER. Also Available for Kindle.

You can also read the prologue and first chapter free at the above links!

May your holiday season be blessed beyond your wildest expectations!

Ohhhh, that was a great excerpt! Thanks for coming by and sharing your vampires with us, Rhonda!

Have a great TVC Wednesday everyone!