"Silk makes much softer shackles than iron, but is just as binding..." A Spotlight today on Bloodlust Denied by Christina Phillips and a Giveaway to one lucky 18+ commenter. Welcome to Téa Time Treat Christina.
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Thank you Téa for having me on your blog today to showcase my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, Bloodlust Denied, a dark Regency romance.
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.
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“I was very happy when I read the blurb, as I am a fan of paranormal, erotica, and I love a good regency romance. Phillips gave me all three, so how could I not be absolutely thrilled!” 4 Stars Vampire Romance Books
“I wanted to figure out what was going on and why the two had such fiery chemistry: their sex scenes (and they were frequent) leapt off the pages to tickle and entice in all the right places like a giant steam bath.” 4 Stars The Jeep Diva
Excerpt ~ Alexius has just abducted Morana from an assembly room, and they are in his carriage on their way to his country estate. *Edited for PG rating*
Pinning her in place with only one hand, he traced a finger along the outline of her face and across her parted lips.
“If you want to survive this night,” he said, and the words sent a sensual shiver across her naked breast. “You will do exactly as I say.”
Her fingers clawed, but his thighs were impenetrable. “And if I refuse?” Her heart pounded. Dark excitement thundered through her veins at the raw danger exuding from every measured word he uttered.
There was nothing he could do that could physically harm her. She knew it, and yet a thrill of alarm vibrated through her soul, warning her that this man, this stranger she had taken and yet knew not at all, had the power to destroy her in ways she could barely imagine.
“You’ll never see the sun rise again.”
His smile was predatory. He believed she was his prey and at his complete mercy. Had she been an ordinary woman, doubtless she would by now be begging for her life, acquiescing to all his demands, promising him whatever he desired in exchange for her continued mortality.
But she wasn’t. And his threats didn’t flay her soul or terrify her heart. Instead they stoked her lust and inflamed her desire. Because how easy it would be for her to break his arm that held her and grind his autocratic hauteur beneath her dainty heel.
She could still escape and return to Thanatos any time she wished.
“A threat, Your Grace?” She flexed her shoulder, to show him she wasn’t in his power as he imagined.
Ice coiled through her, chilling her heart as her shoulder remained immobile beneath his touch. She tried again, exerted herself, concentrated in using all her strength to throw off his hand, yet again it was as if she had scarcely attempted to shrug.
“No, my love.” The duke bestowed another mirthless smile at her. “A promise.”
Christina Phillips has always loved things that go bump in the night and as a young teen was hooked on watching the old Hammer Horror movies on TV. While she doesn’t remember thinking vampires back then were hot and sexy, there was definitely a thread of naughtiness weaving its way through her overheated imagination. Necking took on a whole new meaning J
She loves writing dark tales of tortured vampires, alpha angels and demons and tough arsed warriors who are brought to their knees by their heroines. However, in real life if a vampire ever loomed from the shadows to do unspeakable things to her or a demon from the pit confronted her she would likely die of fright.
Christina lives in sunny Western Australia with her family. She is also owned by three cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
Christina has an e-copy of Bloodlust Denied to giveaway to one lucky commenter on this post!
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