Biting Love and Halloween Fun with @MeganSlayer

I love writing vampire stories and the season of Halloween. I’m not fond of gore and blood. I faint at the sight of my own blood. I know…it’s not fun. And I love to write vampires?

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 Don’t they drink blood and aren’t they a tad gory? They can be. I love the mean, scary vampires. Nosferatu and Dracula are favorites. I’m not wild about pretty vampires. Now let me clarify this. I want vampires that are alluring. The kind that draw you in only to bite the crap out of you. The ones who look sexy, but are scary as heck and will kill you. Those are my kind.

One thing I’ve struggled with when writing my vampires is the alluring factor. You might ask why or you may see the conundrum. I write romance. How can a vampire be romantic and still want to rip out your throat? Isn’t that an odd pairing? It is. Here’s the thing: vampires have to be alluring. They’re the undead. If you saw someone strolling up to you who has half of his face falling off and smells like death…you might not want to offer your blood up to him. He’s essentially a zombie. The walking dead. This is one of the genesis stories for vampires – they’re really zombies who don’t eat brains, but rather drink the life blood from living beings. Okay, so zombies on the whole might not be terribly sexy. So what’s a vampire to do to be alluring? Be sexy. That’s why vampires got the Dracula, handsome, but deranged count overlay. He’s handsome. His minions are pretty. Or her minions. One might be more attracted to a guy with money, nice clothes and something that draws you to him.

So that’s how I want to write my vampires. They can kill you, but they’re still handsome and sexy. They’re still something attractive, but they can turn on a dime.

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When I wrote Biting Love, I wanted Anson, my vampire, to be attractive. He’s got to win the trust of Parker. How can he do that if he opens with the line, I can and will kill you? Um, probably won’t work. Grin. So  he has to be charming. Has to be protective. I loved writing Anson and Parker because they’re very opposite, too. Anson is dark, kind of scary and sexy. Parker is a geeky kind of guy. They might not have run in the same circles to begin with, but once they find each other…it’s a whole new thing.

Part of the fun of writing Biting Love has been my getting to work with my dear friend, Madison Sevier, again. We wrote in her Rosie Peaks series earlier in the year when we wrote Faeries After Dark together. Biting Love is the next in the crossover world. Her book, Out Foxxe’d features her characters after Faeries. She went with a shifter and I have vampires. Hehe. And there will be more books in the crossover world. Vampires are like potato chips. I can’t have just one.

Want to know more about Biting Love? Then keep reading!!

Biting Love By Megan Slayer

A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novella

Megan Slayer Publications

M/M, Anal Sex


Contemporary, Paranormal


Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle.

Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.

Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.

Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?


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“Okay, then where’s your boyfriend?”

“Don’t have one.” Not since Seth dumped him a year ago. Seth wanted to sleep around and Parker wanted monogamy. According to Seth, gay men couldn’t be monogamous. The asshole. Parker tried to get him back, but Seth never called him again.

“You should.” Anson grasped Parker’s hand. “But it makes this so much easier.”

“Me? I? What?” Oh Jesus, he had to stop talking. He made no sense and he could’ve sworn Anson wanted to kiss him.

“It’s rather difficult to ask someone out if they’ve already got a date or boyfriend.” Anson scooted he chair around the table until he sat next to Parker. “Right?”

“You’re asking me out?” He must’ve heard Anson wrong and understood the wrong vibes. “Really?”

“Of course…unless you don’t want to.” Anson trailed his fingers down the back of Parker’s neck. His eyes shimmered. “Not interested?”

“I…yes.” Christ. Start going for what you want, Parker. “I’d like a date. Yes. But I need some time. I mean—not tonight.” Shit. He was fucking up the plan. “I mean…”

“I’m pretty free. What works for you?”

“Uh…I need to get this paper down. But I’ve got time around lunch tomorrow. If I can get this turned in before tomorrow night, I’ll be free for Halloween. Would lunch work? Then if you don’t like me, we’re not committed to a night date?” He’d just talked himself out of a date. Shit.

“No good. I’m…in a class at lunch.” Anson draped his arm across the back of Parker’s chair. “I’m better at night.”

“Oh.” Anson didn’t strike him as a college student. “Which class? I could meet you at your building afterward.”

“Uh…it’s off campus at the sculpture building at the old farm.” Anson nodded. “You know, all of those power tools and bending machines. They can’t have it too close to campus in case one of the artists does something crazy.”

“I doubt that.” He turned in his seat to face Anson. “The worst you could do is burn down the building, but why? Performance art? Nah. You’re all careful. It’s a reason to be out there.” He wanted to touch Anson and prove to himself the man was real. He rested his forearms on his thighs instead. “I’ve never been to the arts building out there, so I wouldn’t know too much about it.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“No wheels.” Embarrassment washed over him. If his dorky personality wasn’t enough to push Anson away, his lack of a car would be the topper. “I had to sell my car to make my tuition payment. My job at the front desk at the student housing complex was cut.”

“That’s awful.” Anson didn’t pull away. He kept caressing Parker’s biceps.

“Unless I can find a sugar daddy or get some cash flowing from my writing, I’ll have to get a part time job over at the burger joint across from the student center. It’s not a bad job, but I’d rather be writing.” He smiled to hide how he felt—embarrassed, dejected, screwed over. He had to get more positivity into his life, but damn it. Life kept throwing him curveballs.

“You never told me what you write.” Anson wriggled his eyebrows. “Anything juicy?”

“No.” Here he wanted to be a writer and he hadn’t self-promoted. Bad Parker. “Science fiction with a little paranormal mixed in. It really depends on the day and my mood. I’ve got one about aliens invading the earth and this one is more paranormal.”

“Really?” Anson smiled.

Parker couldn’t read his expression. “You don’t like it? Too out there for you?”

“No, I’m fascinated.”

“You are?”

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Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on

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Vamp Series – Kresniks vs. Vampires – m/m paranormal, PG excerpt

Fighting Chance is part of my Vamp/Kresnik series – it got great reviews for the fantasy elements and the hot temptation between the alpha heros, born enemies and impossilbe lovers…

I enjoy writing series because it allows me to dig deeper into the characters and the world in which they live in. In Fighting Chance, I explored the Kresnik world and a little bit of the vampire world. I hope to explore Johan’s world further in book three.


Fighting Chance, copyright Viki Lyn 2011, excerpt:

Chapter One

Corbin Hamilton stared at the vampire sprawled lazily across his black leather couch. A chill rushed through him from the subzero temperature in his apartment. He averted his gaze from the naked chest and grumbled under his breath at the vampire-strix, who was impervious to the cold.
“It’s fucking freezing in here.”
The wraparound windows of his living area brought in the view of San Francisco Bay enshrouded in damp gray fog. While he loved his top-floor apartment and the leather and chrome furniture with its clean, modern lines, right now it added to the gloomy atmosphere created by the mist.
Keeping on his wool coat, he raised the temperature on the thermostat. He turned and glared at Johan, daring him to… Oh hell, he didn’t know what. Babysitting a vampire wasn’t Corbin’s idea of a good time; he’d rather kill them. A Kresnik’s duty was to eradicate the bloodsuckers, not preserve their pathetic lives.
Johan lifted his head from the pillow, his chestnut curls flattened on one side. As he sat up, he swept the loose strands off his shoulders, showing off flat, smooth abs.
Picking up the vampire’s shirt, which was carelessly tossed over the back of a chair, Corbin scowled. “Put your shirt on. I have a visitor.”
A spiky-haired redhead peeked his way around the doorjamb of the front door. “Is it safe?”
Corbin rolled his eyes and motioned for him to come in. “Shit, Simon, get in here.”
“Oh my…” Johan’s amber eyes hungrily focused on the redhead. “Such a pretty lad. Come in, come in. I am quite harmless.” With his long, slender finger, he beckoned the young man inside. “Corbin, you are forgetting your manners. Are you going to introduce us?”
Johan, still shirtless, rubbed his stomach, letting his fingers splay across his belly. The vampire’s hypnotic gaze focused on Simon’s neck as he licked his upper lip. Simon gasped and stepped back as Corbin steadied him by the elbow.
An inner light shone in Johan’s eyes. “So the young lad knows what I am?”
Simon cleared his throat. “Yeah, you’re a vampire.”
“Well, well, you certainly do not mince words.”
A blush turned Simon’s face bright red. Corbin pressed his hand on one bony shoulder blade and pushed the messenger toward his office. Once at the door, he shoved the teen inside.
“Give me a minute. And close the fucking door.”
Corbin strode over to the chair and thrust the white shirt into Johan’s solid chest. “Put this on.”
“Does my nudity bother you?” Johan traced a circle around his belly button.
Corbin leaned in close, letting Johan get a whiff of his scent, and wryly smiled. “Get over yourself. You’re not my type.”
“Of course, my Ice Prince. You prefer your lads young and vacuous.” He sat up and brushed his curls back, his fangs protruding, shiny, white. “Heaven forbid they might actually challenge your intelligence.”
Was that a hint of jealousy in Johan’s voice, or something else? Anyway, what did Corbin care? He flicked his finger on Johan’s chest and ignored the low-timbre accent, honeyed and thick with possibilities. “Your fangs are showing.”
“And they fascinate you. You imagine what it feels like to have them buried into your soft neck.”
Nerves fluttered in Corbin’s stomach. “You’re delusional.” But Johan words were too close to the truth. On some level, he couldn’t deny the sexual attraction he felt for the strix. He had a curious desire to know how the vampire’s heat would feel coursing through his veins.
“Am I?” Johan stood and moved into Corbin’s space.
Tension ignited a live wire within Corbin as Johan’s gaze burned into his crotch. He stepped back from the infuriating creature. Johan had to see the painful bulge in his jeans. It was too obvious for either one to deny it. This unwanted desire caused him nothing but confusion. How could he feel anything but hate for Johan?
Because he did hate him. Shit, Corbin had wanted to kill him, not rehabilitate him.
He quickly raised the barriers around his stormy feelings. “I have a stake with your name on it. Don’t think I won’t use it.”
The vampire’s mouth puckered. “I’m hungry.”
Yeah, hungry for more than blood.
Turning away, Corbin waved toward the kitchen. “It’s in the fridge. Feed yourself. You’re not helpless.”
“It’s terribly vile tasting when cold.”
Grudgingly caving in to Johan’s complaint, Corbin headed for the kitchen. He removed his coat and flung it over a chair. Then he yanked open the fridge door and took out the bottle of blood. After placing a pan on the stove, he poured in the liquid and heated it to room temperature.
His task finished, he set the full glass of tepid blood on the counter and strode back into the living room.
“Go on. I heated up the damn stuff. I’m not going to serve you too.”
Johan tilted his head. A slow smile spread across his face. He glided past Corbin, touching his arm before disappearing into the kitchen.
Once in the office, Corbin snapped the lock in place behind him. He faced the door and took a minute to compose himself, then turned around. Simon looked up from a magazine, holding an iPod in one hand, earphones stuffed in his ears. He popped them out and closed the magazine, then tossed it to the floor.
“It’s about time. I don’t have all night.”
Corbin sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms. “Don’t start with me. I’m in a shitty mood. So who sent you?”
“The Vaidi.”
The mention of the head of the Kresnik Council sent a wave of uneasiness through Corbin.
Simon reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled envelope gilded around the edges. “Why couldn’t she put a fucking stamp on it and mail it? Or better yet, it’s the twenty-first century; just e-mail the damn thing.”
Cheeky kid.
Corbin took the envelope with trepidation. To be summoned by the Vaidi usually meant he had fucked up. Lately he’d been so preoccupied with keeping an eye on Johan, he’d had no time for vampire hunting.
Imprinted on the center of the flap was the crest of the House of Hawthorn—a blossoming sprig embossed in gold. He picked up the silver letter opener and slit open the envelope. The notepaper weighed heavily in his hand.
As he read the message, his hands trembled.
No, not a fuckup. Far from it.
After years of hard training and duty, he’d finally reached the pinnacle of his rank. The honor of being chosen for the Siela from the list of qualified slayers filled him with pride. If he passed the trials, he would ascend to the highest rank of a Kresnik warrior, just like his father had. He’d have the special powers needed to go after Hor and seek out his revenge for his father’s death.
He steadied his hands before speaking and hid his excitement behind a brash smile. “Thanks for the delivery.”
Simon’s eyes gleamed. “Are you bringing your pet with you?”
Corbin’s smile faded. “You read it?”
“Steam works wonders, you know.” The teen laughed. “I don’t think it’ll go over so big if he tags along.”
“I should report your ass.”
A chill dampened Corbin’s enthusiasm. He couldn’t leave Johan alone in his apartment, no matter how much the serum might have changed the vampire. And he wasn’t so sure all the changes were good ones. Johan still had to be watched carefully.
He scratched his chin. “It’s not your problem.”
“There’re rumors going around about you and your bloodsucker. He’s not bad-looking, if you like that sort of thing.”
“What the fuck is it to you?”
“Heard he’s an experiment. You’re injecting him with some kind of crap. Do you really think you can cure a vamp? I mean, man, we’re supposed to kill the damn things.”
Corbin couldn’t argue with Simon’s reasoning, because he felt the same. “It’s too complicated for your puny brain.”
Simon twisted his mouth into a doubtful scowl. He jammed his thumbs into his jean pockets and slumped farther in his seat. “Why would the Vaidi okay something like this?”
Corbin had his suspicions, but he wasn’t about to discuss Kresnik politics with a trainee. And he didn’t like the way Simon looked at him with that distrustful twist of his mouth.
“What’s really eating you?” he asked.
“Ah, well, it’s just… They say you must be getting soft, letting a vampire live with you.”
Corbin stalked over to the chair and pulled up Simon by his shirt. “You tell them if they’re so concerned about my ability to kill, to come and talk to me personally.” He tossed Simon back down into the chair. “Now get out of my sight.”
Simon bit his lower lip. “Uh, where’s the bloodsucker now?”
Corbin waved away his concern. “Drinking a tall glass of blood by now.” He peered at the freckle-faced teen and mocked, “Are you scared? Want me to walk you to the door?”
Simon straightened his scrawny shoulders. “You’re an ass, you know that? I’ll let myself out.”
The messenger fumbled with the lock but got the door open and flew out of the room. Corbin sank into the chair once occupied by Simon. Why wouldn’t his peers wonder about him, housing a vampire, for Christ’s sake? He wasn’t sure who knew about the serum besides the Vaidi.
Corbin picked up the magazine off the floor and rolled it tight.
When his brother, Stu, had met Aric, Corbin had no idea how it would affect his own life. Aric had been infected by Johan and was slowly turning into a strix. Being a biologist, he’d scrambled to find a cure. Miraculously, he had. The serum had stopped the process of transforming Aric into a full-fledged vampire and also reversed most of the side effects. Convinced the serum could save the damn bloodsuckers, Aric convinced Stu not to kill Johan, but to rehabilitate him.
Somehow Corbin got stuck with guard duty. Standing, he tossed the magazine into the wastebasket. Bad luck for him.
Yet if the serum worked, eradicating vampires by turning them into humans would be a powerful weapon in the Kresniks’ arsenal. The Vaidi had to understand the serious implications of having such a weapon in their possession. He wasn’t ready to face the moral dilemma of turning vampires. Wouldn’t that make them just like their enemy?
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Kresnik vampire slayer, Corbin Hamilton, has vowed to avenge his father’s death and kill the prince of the Red Serpent clan. Instead, he’s stuck with guard duty for vampire Johan Maier who is becoming human, thanks to a new serum. What’s worse, the sexual attraction between him and his prisoner is getting harder to ignore.

Johan Maier’s chance to regain his humanity is a dream come true. If he only he could get Corbin to trust him, they would have a chance at love. Yet, his vampire powers are getting stronger instead of weaker, his blood markers morphing into something that isn’t quite human.

As Corbin hunts the prince, Johan insists on aiding him. He secretly vows to protect Corbin even if it means his death.

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!

Mary Hughes Trick or Treat–Treat #2

Bite-sized chocolate bars. Mmm, mmm. As a kid, I’d dig through the whole treat bag to find them. My favorite treat from authors is a free short story. I have three for you! And there’s a bonus giveaway at the end of this post 🙂

*Please note these stories are spicy/adult explicit language and situations. 18+ please!

Oz Bites

Vampires and sex and flamingos—oh my!

Punk musician Nixie Emerson and her master vampire husband Julian try to assemble a pit orchestra. Someone blabs there’s no pay, making Nixie and Julian’s chore impossible… and worse, what other secrets do the bad guys know?

Warning: Contains wild sex, explicit violence, and a frazzled punk heroine. Or is that explicit sex, wild violence, and a frazzled lawyer vampire? What the heck. There’s sex, swearing, fighting, and laughs.

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A Biting Christmas Special

Nixie and Julian’s honeymoon turns nasty when Santa Vamp shows up.

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Biting Dracula

Elena and Bo’s honeymoon gets interrupted by Dracula.

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What is the sexiest male Halloween costume?

So you’re all sexed up for Halloween and that big party in which you don’t recognize half the people. I have two questions for you:

What do you think are the sexiest male Halloween costumes and have you ever done anything naughty while in costume?

Alisha wasn’t wearing a costume when she met Tarmo but both of them definitely have some naughty things in mind the night they meet. Here are a few more [hot] sentences from my paranormal romance “Dreams of Fate”. And remember, if you leave a comment in any of my Whipped Cream posts you could win a copy of Dreams of Fate.

“You are a blood sucker, a demon of the forest. What would you have from me? I will scream. They will kill you,” she threatened him, though, she was more afraid of her own arousal than of him.

“I long to hear you scream in my ear and feel your body uncoil around mine as my cock pumps into your warm cunt, my sweet.”

Alisha flinched at his crude choice of words. She tried to push him away while taking a lungful of air and parting her mouth to scream. Instead, with lightning speed his lips pressed against hers.

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Hi! Have you dressed up as anything naughty and sexy for Halloween?

Halloween greetings friends! I’m Elyzabeth M. VaLey, erotic romance author and I’m thrilled to be celebrating the spookiest time of year in this Haunting Halloween Blog Fest. I’m also at the Goddess Fish Blog, so if you want to talk about vampires and what you’re up to on the scariest day of the year, then visit me over there too.

October has been a great month for me because I’ve had two releases. One of them was my historical erotic romance “A Decade of Longing” and the other a paranormal short titled “Dreams of Fate”.

Since Halloween is tomorrow I’m going to focus on “Dreams of Fate”, but if you want to learn more about “A Decade of Longing” come back to the Goddess Fish Pavilion on November 6th to be part of the Release Party! You could win a copy of “A Decade of Longing”!

Today, you could win a copy of Dreams of Fate. All you have to do is leave a comment (with your name and email so I can get in touch with you later) on any of my posts at the Whipped Cream blog.

Alisha fretted. She repeatedly wrapped the lace ribbon of her bodice around her index finger and tried not to tap her toes on the stone floor. It was worrying that any man would come see her at this late hour, but it was even more unnerving that her visitor was a lord of the forest of Mainyu.

The forest was part of her kingdom; it marked the borders, but she knew, as her Elven ancestors had known, that her people would never rule over those who inhabited it. It was a free land. It was a doomed land. It was the land of the dead and of creatures beyond imagination. No one ventured there during the night. Rumor had it that dangers lurked in every corner, from shape shifters to witches. But what the people feared most were the vampires, beings who looked like men but could rip out your throat, drink your blood, and swallow your soul into damnation.

“My lady, he has arrived.”

Alisha jumped up at the voice of her advisor. She cleared her throat and wiped her sweaty hands on her dress. She took in a deep breath, set her face into a determined mask, and nodded. Her advisor signaled, and two young pages threw open the double doors to her throne room.

A single man walked in. More than six feet tall, he strode into the room with confidence. He was dressed in black from head to toe. A hood hid his features, and Alisha sat up straighter, her body tense, ready to act should it seem necessary. What did he have to hide? A chilly gust of wind swept inside, and she shivered. Candles blew out and curtains fluttered as the stranger stepped in front of her. He lowered his hood and bowed.

As the lights were rekindled, Alisha took in the man before her. A pale white face with deep blue eyes full of recognition stared back at her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart beat so fast she thought she would faint. She gripped the arms of her chair until her knuckles turned white and she could feel the wood digging into her skin. She knew the man as if he’d been by her side all her life. Yet she had only seen him in dreams, until now.

No words came to mind, only images: hands entwined, kisses in the dark, his lush mouth lavishing attention on her neck, imprinting his essence on her soul. His fingertips brushing her breasts, her hands entwined in his hair while he feasted on her body. She on her knees relishing the taste of his manhood while he groaned. Him inside her, his cock pumping into her while she cried with delight.

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Halloween is a whole lot of fun. It’s the night when vampires, ghouls, monsters and spirits come out to play.

However, of late, it seems that Halloween is also the day in which sexy nurses, sexy vampires, sexy ghouls, sexy witches, sexy, sexy, sexy, (and usually bloody) creatures appear. It’s a night in which inhibitions are forgotten and replaced by naughtiness.

So tell me, have you dressed up as anything naughty and sexy for Halloween?

The sexiest costume I’ve worn for Halloween was my Queen costume: long velvet black skirt and blood red corset, hair swept back by a silver crown and a whip in my hand.

Trick or Treat Goodies!

Trick or Treat giveaway! See the end of this blog entry for more.

When my son grew too old to trick or treat, I gave him the job of handing out our candy. I was overjoyed when his disappointment turned to relish. He loved dropping goodies into the treat bags of goblins, ghouls, vampires and witches.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, because it combines both sweets and scares. I try to get the same combination in my books. My vampires are hot, dangerous males. My heroines are sassy, my stories have a bite of humor. Here’s a an example from Bite My Fire, the first of the Biting Love series.

Elena O’Rourke is a cop with her first murder case. It’s night and she’s investigating on the streets when she meets Bo Strongwell…

My neck prickled. A presence—something—

Someone behind me.

I spun. Went for my gun. “Hold it right there…!”

My voice died in my throat. My XD pressed against the most amazing abs I’d ever seen. Washboard, eight-pack…whatever, licking those abs would be like tongue-surfing warm ocean waves.

A black tee stretched in all the right places over a torso ripped enough to star in 300. Bronzed cannon arms, dusted with blond hair, crossed over a battleship chest.

Very male. And very big. Viking big. With him, even my five-nine felt petite. I choked on a whimper as my eyes continued helplessly up.

Strong, corded neck. And his face…sweet Suzy’s Cream Cheesecakes. Warrior big and warrior gorgeous. Cheekbones cut from granite, arching blond brows, carved jaw. Thick wavy blond hair. Eyes the brilliant blue of the Mediterranean in summer. A fiercely beautiful face, the kind that jolts you in the gut.

But big, bad and yummy here was a stranger. Worse, he was wandering near a murder scene. Alone. By the Big Book of Police Rules, that made him a suspect. I firmed my grip on my gun. “Where’d you come from?”

Viking Guy’s eyes chilled to ice blue. “None of your business.”

He spoke in a dark rumble and radiated intensity. Ultra-alpha. I tamped down frissons of arousa…annoyance. One-handed, I whipped out my badge. “This says otherwise.”

He barely glanced at it. “A cop?”

“A detective. Tell me what you’re doing here. Now.” I underlined the word with a tiny push of my gun.

“If you must know, I was patrolling. For my neighborhood watch. Please don’t shoot me—Detective.”

Bite My Fire © 2009 Mary Hughes

At last, the perfect lover. Now what? Stake him, shoot him—or screw him?

Elena O’Rourke lusts for two things—her detective’s shield and a good lay. Sass-Cgal’s “Bad Girl Sex Tips” will win her the man. But keeping the shield hinges on solving a murder.
Warrior-gorgeous Bo Strongwell stands in her way.

Powerful as a Viking warship, Bo would be Elena’s one-stop solution to celibacy—except for his apartment building full of mysteries. Plus, his kisses…and nibbles…and full body tongue-swipes…keep distracting her from the case. As if a caped clown named Dracula, a hooker with a heart of gold (and boobs of steel), and Elena’s own clueless partner aren’t distraction enough.

Bo Strongwell is a master vampire who needs a cop snooping around like he needs a garlic enema. Fighting rogues keeps him busy enough without Elena trying to pin the murder on one of his kind…even if she does taste like heaven.

Two fighters for justice. One incredible attraction. A terrible secret. Drunken women dancing on the bar… It all rides on Elena solving the Case of the Punctured Prick.

Warning: Jammed with hot explicit sex, graphic fanged violence, and acid cop humor. May contain donuts.

All Biting Love novels and The Bite of Silence are at Samhain Publishing, Amazon, Barnes&Noble. Ebooks only at Fictionwise, All Romance eBooks

And here’s the giveaway! My son’s out of the house and this is the first year I’ll be handing out candy again. I need help–how do you do it? Any tricks you give out with the treats? Costumes, decorations you particularly like? Comment on this post to be entered for a chance to win an ebook from my backlist! Comment through 8:00 p.m. Central Standard Time. I’ll pick a winner by random number.


Should Vampires Sparkle?

Third post and I’m sure I’m gonna start a war, but… I saw this button on facebook in the flair. I’ll give my opinion in a moment.

So who am I using for examples? Why the guy from Twilight and no, I’ve never seen the movie. I’m going to catch it, but I tried the book, didn’t like it, wanted to throw it against the wall and calmly gave it to someone who thoroughly enjoyed it.

I don’t know. Maybe it was the whine. Maybe it was the teen angst of it. Just didn’t work for me.

Can a vampire sparkle? If it’s Lafayette.

Now the last time I checked (and I’m sure someone will call me on this if I’m wrong), he wasn’t a vampire, but he does work the glitter darn well. Plus, he’s got the best lines.

So now that I have your attention with the pictures (or have you fuming), here’s my theory on sparkling vampires.

I want a vampire that’s:
scary – well, yeah, he’s got fangs and can potentially rip my throat open, so scary it is
sexy in a dangerous fashion – that’s the whole sex and violence thing. If he’s not dead, totally, then well, he’d better be hot
dangerous – liable to go off at any second and capable of destroying things. Yep, he should be able to.
Have emotions but not be all emo and depressing – yes, I’ve written a vampire that’s a tad moody, but he’s not angsty and emo. He has his own thoughts and feelings and can crush things if he wants.

Am I wrong? Not because it’s my opinion. Do I think I’ll get responses for or against my thoughts? I’d be sad if I didn’t. So now I ask you, do you want the UF vampires, all Nosferatu and such or do you like the soft and squishy sweet ones?

Let me know.

Now I do believe I promised an excerpt. I never skimp on promises. Here you go! The blurb, links and that smokin’ hot excerpt. Enjoy My Immortal!

What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340-year-old vampire? Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie ‘Stevie’ Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback as well as smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.


“Storm, we’re working the Chatty Catty Club tonight to catch Bruce Tripp in the act. Edie’s ready to rip me apart because we haven’t produced any damning pictures. Doesn’t your friend Falco bounce there?”

Storm frowned and glared out the window at the illuminated main drag of New Haven, Ohio. The neon highlighted the front row of stores and the silvery sidewalk stretching into the distance, but he didn’t need the enhanced lighting.

Being a vampire hyper charged his senses. He could see things at great distances, feel the tiniest pinprick on his supersensitive skin, and hear every conversation in a crowded bar. He didn’t need the work as a private investigator—being immortal gave him a lot of time to save up his resources. Then again, to stay under the radar, he didn’t stick to one profession for more than a few years. Blending in worked just fine, until he met Stevie.

Stevie managed to whip his sense of smell and taste into warp drive. The sweet scent of her fear knotted his insides. He didn’t want her to be afraid when they were on the cusp of catching yet another cheating spouse. What was the true reason for her apprehension? He yearned to climb into her mind and help ease her fears.

For the night to go smoothly, he needed to pull his thoughts away from Stevie and continue mentally prepping. Their current client, the ever-exciting Edie Tripp, was just that—a trip and a pain in the ass. She made his brain ache. She suspected her husband of cheating with his secretary and wanted Storm and Stevie to catch him in the act, or as close to ripping the sheets as possible.

He needed something to get his mind off the pesky woman and the lousy way he was about to spend a perfectly beautiful Friday night.

“So, will Todd be there?” Stevie asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Yes, sweetheart. Todd’s the bouncer, and yes, he’ll be there. ” Storm smirked. His friend and fellow vampire, Todd Falco, could crush iron with his bare hands.

At the traffic signal, Stevie screeched to a halt. She turned to him and rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant, Storm. Do you think he could get us through the line faster? I hate to wait in heels. Then again, you know how much I hate working in heels to begin with.”

Storm rubbed his jaw, blotting out a smile. She hated anything but comfy sneakers or good old socks. Unfortunately, clubbing required sexy clothing and footwear. Whether she was comfy or not, she looked darn cute jacked up four inches in knee-high boots.

“If we cut in line, honey, then we’ll give ourselves away. The point is to blend in, so don’t worry about the heels. You’ll be able to sit at the bar. Allan’s waiting on you to give you the scoop about our clients.”

Like it was possible for him to disappear in the crowd; he was a freaking vampire. A bloodsucker and damned sex fiend.

He couldn’t blend in if he tried.

Women clung to him in droves, claiming they liked his raw sex appeal. He never understood the draw. When he looked in the mirror, all he saw was a monster in expensive clothing longing to regain his humanity.

Stevie stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and distracted him from his pity-party. “Fine, but this time, you’d better act like you want to be there with me. The only attention I got Tuesday night came from the tacky bartender and what he wanted was a better tip. Fortunately, Allan’s more of a gentleman. Still, we aren’t acting like a convincing team when you pretend I don’t exist.”

About Wendi Zwaduk:
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have more stories in my head than my brain can handle percolating. I can’t wait to share them with you!

Introducing Forever Freed

Let me introduce you to my debut paranormal romance, Forever Freed, about a reclusive empathic vampire who falls in love with a woman he planned to kill and her young daughter, then must fight his ancient guilt, bloodlust, lie by omission and an old vampire rival who threatens everything he holds dear.
My heart may not beat, but that doesn’t mean it’s not broken.
After an isolated century mourning the murder of my long-ago family, I crave the irresistible scents of joy and love that radiate from my new neighbors, a single mother and her young daughter. I’m starved for their blood, and for the healing respite from my ancient grief that will accompany drinking down their life-giving emotions. Now to lure them in.
But they surprise me. Little Olivia accepts me without fear or reservation—talking, smiling, offering innocent affection that tugs at my long-lost humanity. Her mother, Samantha, seeks me out when she should stay away, offering sweet friendship, and calling to the forgotten man in me. They lure me in.
Aw, Dio, Lucien, run and spare them while you can…

We walked the avenue for a few minutes and before long found ourselves in Cadillac Square, a large oval plaza in the middle of downtown. Samantha pulled herself on top of a table and rested her feet on the attached metal bench below.
I sat next to her and watched her lips and throat work while she ate. The tightness in my jeans finally forced me to look away.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try some? It’s really good.”
I glanced back to her and found her smiling. “No. Thanks, though.” I tried like hell not to focus on her long pink tongue.
“Oh, come on. Are you really going to make me eat alone?” She held the ice cream closer to my face.
I smiled in defeat. It appeared I was going to have to eat some ice cream. When I still didn’t take her up on her offer, she tilted the cone towards me and touched it to my nose.
I flinched. I didn’t know what facial expression I wore, but it set her off laughing with abandon. She laughed so hard she almost dropped the cone. It was irresistible. I had to join her.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Here…” She held up a napkin and wiped the cold cream off my face. The smell of her radial artery set my mouth to watering, and I longed to lean forward and lap at the slender length of her exposed wrist.
I smiled and looked at her intently. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Samantha.”
She shivered. “Oh really? How is that?” The flirtation in her voice was unmistakable. And enthralling.
Before she even saw me do it, I scooped some of the offending cream on my finger and wiped it messily across her lips and chin. She screamed and laughed. I swallowed hard at the soft feel of her lips.
She turned to face me on the table. When our laughter settled, I sat holding my cream-covered finger up in front of her. She used the soiled napkin from my face to clean off her own. Then she saw the ice cream still on my hand.
“Sorry, that was my only napkin.” I grimaced at the ice cream and Samantha huffed. “Who doesn’t like ice cream? Do you want me to get rid of that for you?” She met my eyes and arched one eyebrow.
The mild scent of her adrenaline intrigued me. “Please,” I said quietly, observing her with interest.
She grabbed my hand by the wrist and pulled it down to her face.
I gaped at what she intended to do but was so captivated my finger was in her mouth before I’d grappled with whether or not to allow her to do it. My brain exploded with the sensation. Ah, Cristo. So warm. So wet.
Her pulse beat through her tongue. I fought not to gasp out loud. My eyes stung as blood threatened to rush in, as happened when I fed or felt threatened or aroused. It took all my concentration to will the blood away.

      “There,” she whispered as her lips slid off the tip of my wet finger. Her heart thundered in her chest. The blossoming scent of her arousal was mouthwatering. “All better.”

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Laura Kaye is a multi-published author of paranormal, contemporary and erotic romance with five books releasing in 2011.


Cara Marsi


To paraphrase Bob Dylan, the times they are changin’. This is very true in the paranormal world. What is it with the vamps, werewolves, even fairies in today’s romance books? I decided to take a look back at myths and legends and how they’ve evolved.

I grew up with Bela Lugosi as Dracula. He was scary as heck and certainly no one I wanted to meet in a dark alley. There was nothing sexy about this vamp. Before the Dracula movies, there was a 1922 German film called “Nosferatu,” loosely based on the Bram Stoker novel. Nosferatu is the ugliest, most vile creature I’ve ever seen. Enough to give a person many nightmares. Sure don’t find any heroes who look like him in today’s paranormal romances.

Our pop culture seems obsessed with vampires. From dark Eastern European legends, the vampire has gone through a metamorphosis into a sexy hero with superpowers. Those original vampires were evil, disgusting dead creatures, like Nosferatu. Now they’re hunky and handsome with great sexual stamina.

Bram Stoker may have started this modern trend with “Dracula,” which changed the vampire from a smelly dead bloodsucker to an intelligent, tortured bloodsucker.

Look at the proliferation and popularity of vampire romances. Especially look at the hugely successful Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer. Some who study pop culture say our fascination with the supernatural, especially vampires, is an attempt to escape from our dangerous modern world. We want to believe in creatures like vampires who have cheated death and have superpowers.

And then there are werewolves. Here’s what Wikipedia says about werewolves: “A werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope (from the Greek, ‘wolf’, and ‘man,’) is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or an anthropomorphic wolf-like creature, either purposely, by being bitten by another werewolf, or after being placed under a curse. This transformation is often associated with the appearance of the full moon, as popularly noted by the medieval chronicler Gervase of Tilbury, and perhaps in earlier times among the ancient Greeks through the writings of Petronius. Werewolves are often attributed superhuman strength and senses, far beyond those of both wolves and men.”
There it is again – superhuman strength and senses. Is this something we crave in our uncertain world?

Werewolves have been part of folklore since Greek times. Becoming a werewolf simply by being bitten by another werewolf as a form of contagion is common in modern horror fiction, but this kind of transmission is rare in legend. (source: Wikipedia)

Some legends say a person becomes a werewolf as the result of a curse. I used this scenario in my paranormal romance, “Cursed Mates,” when my character, Nicholas, is cursed as a werewolf in 1530 by a demon who is also Nick’s political and love rival.

The susceptibility of werewolves to silver objects and bullets isn’t found anywhere in legend. This silver vulnerability was literary license taken by novelists from 1935 on. (Wikipedia)

Just as vampires of legend were repulsive, wicked creatures, werewolves were blood-thirsty, snarling, drooling beasts. The 1935 film, “Werewolves of London,” was the first to show the werewolf as a tragic figure. Do any of you remember the old “Wolfman” movies with Lon Chaney? The actor played the creature as very tortured. He didn’t transform into a wolf, but into a very hairy man. Definitely not sexy.

Unlike those old films, the werewolf heroes in today’s romance novels and movies shift into powerful wolves. They may be conflicted, like my Nicholas, or some may be evil and relish the killing. In any case, bad or good, they’re not hairy men when they transform. And in their human form, they’re usually sexy and heroic.

Now to fairies. I always pictured fairies as tiny creatures with wings. Tinker Bell, anyone? Now there are romances with fairy heroes and heroines. I’ve read a few, and they’re good, but I can’t get past the image of tiny, winged creatures. When did fairies become sexy?

From Wikipedia: “Fairies resemble various beings of other mythologies, though even folklore that uses the term fairy offers many definitions. Sometimes the term describes any magical creature, including goblins or gnomes; at other times, the term only describes a specific type of more ethereal creature.” Got that?
I was surprised to learn that the diminutive size of fairies is a modern interpretation. They were originally tall, radiant, angelic creatures. Bet you didn’t know that. So the authors who write sexy fairy characters are going back to the original legends. Cool.

Another interpretation is that fairies are demoted angels. That can make for some interesting stories. Some beliefs say fairies are demons. Wow, all kinds of ideas there.

I’m still amazed at how differently our popular culture views these ancient creatures and legends. Maybe the experts are correct and we do need to go to the supernatural to escape the modern world. Works for me.


Nick Radford is a reluctant werewolf who’s been fighting the Beast within for nearly 500 years. He’s never killed a human, but the Beast is gaining strength and Nick may not be able to ward off his inner demon much longer.

Kyla Yaeger is an elite were-hunter with a scarred past. Her life’s mission is to slay the werewolves who slaughtered her parents. Her quest has brought her to Maine where she’s been summoned to destroy the werewolf terrorizing the quaint little village of Heavensent. The last thing she needs is to get distracted by her mysterious–not to mention hunky–new neighbor Nick Radford.

By the time Kyla learns Nick is her target, she’s already fallen for him, making her task of killing him that much harder. She is torn between her love for him and her duty to kill her sworn enemy. Nick fights his forbidden love for Kyla, knowing she is duty-bound to kill him. Kyla and Nick must join together to fight an even bigger threat–one that will destroy all humanity. Only by their combined powers can they destroy the evil and bring an end to a centuries old curse.

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