Fancy a vamp?

I love Vampires so much I decided I wanted to write my own!

Here’s details about The Point, my first vamp.
Book one in the Point Vamp Series

Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

Here’s a little excerpt for you, Elizabeth is hurt and was soaked through in the rain so Hugh is helping her to change into dry clothes -an old fashioned dress.

He rubbed gently at her back as she towelled her front. The towel held a musty, old
smell, but she put it down to single man syndrome and tried to ignore the scent. She was
aware of every rub and movement as her nipples hardened, wrinkling up with pleasure at
such a sweet compliment and such sensual touches.
“Now, we need to remove your trousers. Do you think you could stand up if you used
me for a support?”
“Yes, I think I probably could,” she replied, and he placed a hand under her right elbow
and pulled her forward. She pushed up on her good side and completely forgot about the
towel covering her torso until it slithered down her back and fell onto the sofa. She took a
deep steadying breath and looked up. He smiled at her, and her tummy rolled, making her
feel light headed and a little bit sick as if she’d been in a stuffy car too long and she needed to
get out and drink in some fresh air.
“If you just slip them off your hips, I can pull them down all the way once you’re
“Yes, of course.” She took her left hand and pushed down at the top of her light
trousers. She held his waist for dear life with one hand and she found it frustratingly difficult
to slip the pants off with just the one hand.
“Here,” he whispered huskily, “let me help you with that.” His big, strong hand rested
on her stomach and he hooked his fingers into the waistband. She held her breath. She
wanted to scream, she wanted to moan, she wanted to beg him to slip his fingers inside of
her. She felt so aroused, giddy from the proximity of this mysterious man. She wanted
desperately to fuck him, well more correctly to be fucked by him even though they’d only
just exchanged names.
He pushed down, grabbed the loosened material and dragged her trousers and knickers
down around her thighs. At the same time, she could have sworn his lips caressed her neck.
“Just put your hand on my shoulder a moment, Elizabeth,” Hugh said, and after a
second, she actually managed to follow the instruction. He bent at the knees, and she
wobbled a moment. His hand shot out and clasped her naked thigh. His touch was cold, but
it sent her temperature soaring. He let go when she was still and, with both hands, pulled
down her trousers.
“Lower your leg a little so I can slip these off.”
She did. She let her foot droop until the toe almost touched the floor. He very delicately
pulled the trousers away from her legs. She felt his hand brush past her thigh again as he
took the towel from the settee and started to dry her calves.
He was eye level with her pussy. He could see her dark almost black curls, and he’d be
able to smell just how aroused she was. He might even be able to see the gloss of her excited
juices covering her inner thighs.
He was so gentle in his ministrations. He started at her ankle on the left and moved up
her legs. She suddenly regretted her decision not to bother to shave them before her holiday.
She just didn’t see why she would have needed to. He made sure he covered the whole knee
before sliding higher up her thigh. His hands stopped a finger’s width away from her cunt.
Her face was so hot she knew she must be as red as a London bus and as the soft
material pushed and stroked at her aroused sex. She couldn’t help letting out a pleasured
mewl. He moved on to her second leg and repeated the drying actions but in reverse.
“I’m going to stand up again now, Elizabeth. Just slide your hand down as I move up.”
She did as she was told and ran her hand down his hard chest over the soft, expensive
material of his suit jacket until he was upright again, and she could grab hold of his waist
once more.
“Now to dress you.” Hugh looked over to the chair where he’d left the clothes. “Ah, I
have an idea. Elizabeth, do you think you can balance on your own for a moment?”
“Erm, yes, I think I could.” Elizabeth was far too caught up in the fact that she stood
naked on one foot in front of a man she didn’t even know to really answer any question
competently. “Just please do it quickly. I feel ridiculous standing here in the nude.”
“Certainly, certainly,” Hugh replied then stepped away from her. He watched her for a
moment as she wobbled, and when he was satisfied she was balanced, he walked away.
“This will be the first time I rush to get a beautiful girl back into some clothes,” he chuckled,
and Elizabeth joined in.
“Well, I’m not so much of a beauty. I’ll look better with those clothes on. If they’ll even
“I respectfully disagree,” he said, lifting the chair and carrying it over to her. “If I were
a painter, I would have you pose for me and I would capture your attractiveness on canvas.”
Elizabeth had never received such a compliment, and she really wasn’t sure how to
respond to it, so she just kept quiet. Hugh placed the chair in front of her and pulled the
dress off its back.
“Here, you can hold on to this now,” he said, “whilst I help you into the dress.”
“I really don’t think it will fit. My waist isn’t that sculptured.”
“You will fit,” he said and set the dress down over the chair seat. He still held a
garment in his hand. “I will fit you into this first then I will put the dress on you.”
“Oh, right, a corset.” She was completely bemused by the situation now. It was so out
of the ordinary she had given up on trying to make any sense of it. Hugh walked around

behind her, and she found her anxiety all the worse. She had to lean forward a little to hold
on to the chair with her breasts hanging free, which was embarrassing enough, but she knew
from the back he would see her enormous arse. Even though he’d said she was beautiful, she
doubted he would think so from behind. Chris, the only guy she’d ever gotten sexual with,
said her bum was horrible, that it was too fleshy and too big. He wouldn’t touch it. But then
he’d barely touched anything else either. She found out later he was only going out with her
on a stupid dare anyway. He was seeing if he could shag all the girls in the class, but he had
to do it more than once to count. They’d done it twice. In total, the experiences lasted fifteen
Elizabeth was jolted back to reality when Hugh’s cold hands brushed against her back.
He pulled the corset tighter, and Elizabeth felt it wrapping around her breasts.
“Can you stand up straight a moment?” he asked, and she did so. Hugh’s hand stayed
at her back until she had balanced. It surprised her how comforting his touch was.
“I just need to make sure you’re comfortable,” Hugh said close her ear. She licked her
“Sure,” she replied.
He walked round and squeezed in front of her, his back against the chair. He pulled at
the stiff material then with his gentle, chilling fingers, he scooped up her breasts and settled
them properly in the confines of the corset. She bit her lip to hold in a moan of delight and
hoped he could not see how hard her nipples were.
“Done,” he said and smiled at her. Their faces were so close that she couldn’t help
looking up at his lips. They curled into a little smile, and she knew she only had to lean
forward and they would kiss. She leant forward, not out of choice but because she had lost
concentration. Hugh’s hands came up to her sides to steady her body, and his lips came
down to agitate her spirit.

You can pick up The Point from Total-E-Bound to find out what happens next!

Getting Intimate with Victoria Blisse.

Okay, so some of you might not know me that well so this is a post to introduce myself a little bit.

I’m in my thirties, I’m a mum and a wife and my gorgeous husband encouraged me to write stories many, many moons ago so without him I’d never be the published erotic romance author I now am.

I live near Manchester in the UK and I am a huge Manchester United fan so I am very happy because yesterday my team beat Manchester City and did so with a spectacular goal from Wayne Rooney.

I also love to bake and to sew. I sing in my church choir, badly but I do love it. I’m very eclectic in my musical tastes and there’s not much I don’t like bar really heavy metal and throbby dance music. Cliff Richard has been my favourite artist since I was a kid. Yeah, really.

I hate folding laundry, I pick cherries off the top of cakes, I cannot stand tea (don’t tell anyone, they may kick me out of the country!) and my family has two guy guinea pigs called Star and midnight who love parsley.

So there we go, you know me a bit better now.

And in Getting Intimate John gets to know his new girlfriend much better and vice versa. They had their first date on Valentine’s day and met in a gym. It’s their six month anniversary and things aren’t quite going to plan.

You see both characters have problems with self image, bless’em. Terri thinks she’s too fat and John thinks he’s too skinny. This leads to insecurity and a huge dose of jealousy and misunderstanding.

I could not believe it had been six months or so that I’d been putting myself through the gym torture. Granted, I felt better for it. I was more flexible and filled with energy, but I was not seeing my curves fall away in any significant manner. And of course, the curves that were going were the ones I wanted to keep! My bra had gone down a size and my hips seemed to have shrunk, but no amount of concentration seemed to make my podge of a belly disappear.

I persevered, though, mostly because of John and partly because of Mum. She had bought me the stupid gym pass in the first place and I’ve always been told it’s rude not to accept a present graciously.

It wasn’t so bad. At least the gym held good memories for me, and with John around I always had someone to talk to while working my bum off. I could look at him lustfully, too, and then take him home to have my wicked way. Although, he was perfectly capable of having his wicked way, too, come to think of it. He might have been a virgin when we first met, something I still found unbelievable, but he soon got the hang of things. And oh, he was imaginative. He kept me satisfied, but paradoxically that only made me want him more. I wanted to find out all the ways we could orgasm together.

I was lost in lurid fantasy as I pushed the door of the gym open. The usual mix of sweat and antiperspirant products mixed with hot plastic and rubber greeted me as I walked in. That was not what surprised me. What did surprise me was seeing my John talking to the stick insect.

It was a gym. The place was filled with lean, mean, perfectly-formed female bodies, but there was one I disliked more than all the others put together. I’d discovered from the simpering of her friends and her personal trainer’s barked instructions that her name was Sam. But in my mind she remained the stick insect. She was as thin as a rail and beautiful with it. She had bright, natural blonde hair and sparkling eyes, and although I beat her hands down in the cleavage department hers was pert and always peeped out the top of whatever sports ensemble she was wearing. Men would literally drool down themselves when talking to her.

Jealous? Me? Well, okay, maybe I was just a little bit. She was everything I wasn’t. She was effortlessly gorgeous and instantly charming. Most of the men in the gym wanted to fuck her and half of the women, too, but up until that moment I was sure that my John barely even realised she existed. He loved big women, real women. He adored my curves and told me that at every possible moment. He begged me never to lose them and I told him I couldn’t if I tried. And boy, was I trying.

But at that moment my world shattered. I couldn’t hear what was being said over the noise of the packed gym but her eyes were full of lust and he was pointedly not looking at her. Why on earth would you not meet the gaze of a person, unless you were trying to hide something or you were feeling guilty about something? I saw exactly what a moment later, when she covered my John’s strong hand with her own thin, little dainty one and squeezed. He looked up at her then and smiled. She walked away.

I was stunned. My John had been captured by the stick insect. I carried on across the gym and took the bike beside him. I was still in a daze. He talked to me as if nothing had happened just seconds before. Another sure fire sign of his guilt, I thought. I had been ravenously horny as I walked in the building, but when he asked if he could rub me down I had to decline. I had to get my head ‘round this weird situation.

I couldn’t get out of the date for the next night. I’d booked the table in advance and if we didn’t show, my card would be charged for an exorbitant amount. Maybe we could sort the whole mess out over dinner.

I couldn’t sleep that night. All I could see was her, touching my John. I tried to explain it away, I tried to think of a rational explanation, but every time I just came up with worse and worse scenarios. What if they were seeing each other? What if they were fucking each other? Damn! John could compare my body with hers. The thought disgusted me. There was no way I could compare to her.

Find out if Terri is right about John and what happens to this couple in Getting Intimate from Xcite books. It is the sequel to Getting Physical and really could do with being read in order!

See me Getting Physical.

Oooh, er missus! Link

Don’t panic, this post does not contain a Victoria Blisse workout video but it does detail how you can win some awesome Victoria Blisse goodies by watching a short youtube clip and answering a really easy question. So it’s not as scary as you might have thought!

To enter my Getting Physical contest you need to watch this youtube clip which shows me reading an excerpt from the very beginning of Getting Physical and tells you things from Terri’s point of view.

All you have to do after watching the Getting Physical clip is answer this easy peasy question!

What did Terri say twice in the first 15 minutes?
a, “My, what big pecs you’ve got.”
b, “Hello, I’m here for a gym induction.”
c, “Look at my Magnificent Breasts.”

Send your answer to me in an email entitled “Getting Physical contest” and send it to:

victoria @ victoriablisse. co. uk (no spaces)

before 6am GMT on the 14th February to be put in a draw to win lots of Blisse goodies including a Getting Physical t-shirt, Restoration Stickers and bookmarks, signed Getting Physical postcard and some tasty yummy chocolate.

So there is less than 10 hours left now to get your entries in so don’t hang about!