Guess the Vampire Love Scene
The Sex Scene. The pinnacle point
in any romance novel. Arguably as important as the first meeting or even the
climactic ending, the scene in which our hero and heroine first come together
(pun intended) can be one of the most moving scenes in a novel. Sometimes it’s early on in a novel and the
encounter strips bare emotions that the hero or heroine didn’t even know was
there. Sometimes it’s further in, when both the emotional investment and stakes
of the game have reached a boiling point producing an emotionally charged and
passionate scene. And then there are the really good times when you get both
:-) Oh la la... Elisabeth and I talked about it and decided
that we want to share with you a small glimpse into one of our hero and
heroines emotionally charged scenes. But, we also wanted to make a tad
more fun. So... today we thought it might be fun to play “guess the sex scene.”
We’ve gone through and removed all the names and blatant world-build references
from the text. Anyone who hazards a
guess which book it’s from will be entered in the giveaway. And if you are our
winner and you guessed right, we’ll toss in a little bit of extra
swag.
Excerpt 1:
...The cold air
in the bathroom froze her vocal cords. She raised her hand, letting the warmth
of her palm seep some heat into her throat. He wouldn’t hurt her. She tried
again. “I mean, why did you leave?”
His shoulders
lifted and he spun around. He was obscured by the running water and the rippled
shower door, but there was no hiding the fact that she’d been right about the
state he was in—both his eyes and fangs, and his cock.
She sucked in a
breath, forcing her chin up to keep herself from staring. Even distorted by the
glass, she could tell he was impressive. Of course, she’d known that, having
felt his erection pressing against both her belly and her ass on numerous
occasions. And just the memories of those moments were enough to send heat
pooling down between her thighs.
“If I let myself
go, I’m going to bite you.”
She blinked. Her
first thought was would that be so bad? But she quickly tossed that away. Yeah,
it would be bad. Worse than the supposed link the marking ceremony might bring,
he could flat out control those he’d drank from. It was a legitimate concern.
Yet, for some reason she wasn’t concerned.
She took a step
forward, her hand unclenching so the sheet dropped to the floor behind her.
Completely naked, she closed the distance so she stood inches away and mirrored
him through the shower door. “No you won’t.”
He laughed,
running his hands down over his face, wincing when the action cut his canines
into his lip.
“Oh yeah?” He
smiled an evil twisted smile that emphasized the bead of blood forming along
the wound. “How do you know that?”
“I just do.” The
fact that he was trying to protect her told her as much. She grasped the door
handle, yanking it open, then before he could object, she stepped over the lip
and into the cold stream of water.
He didn’t attack
her, didn’t grab her up either, but quickly gave ground, retreating as far as
the five-by-five custom tiled shower would let him.
“It’s cold in
here.” She reached out, twisting the knob to the right. She looked over at him,
noting that though his hands were both fisted at his sides he was also panting,
his eyes locked on her breasts.
She stepped
forward. He trembled, so much so that she thought the only thing keeping him up
was the tile at his back. Except his cock. His cock was having no problems
standing to attention.
And all of a
sudden the shower was too hot, even though the water had yet to make it past
lukewarm.
Better to not
look there. Not if she wanted to keep her nerve.
She desperately
wanted to explore that tantalizing piece of flesh though, so she reached out,
her fingers tentative as they closed around his throbbing length. Silken velvet
over iron. Not grossly long. Well proportioned for his height. But wide, oh so
wide.
He sucked in a
sharp breath, his cock jerking in her hand as he moaned her name. It sounded
like a plea for mercy.
“Trust me,
okay?”
“Isn’t that
supposed to be the other way around?”...
Excerpt 2:
...“Like that?” His voice was a
soothing growl in her ear. She may have responded; she may not have. It was
hard to say because the circular motion of his thumb on her clit while his
fingers plunged in and out of her lit up her nerves and veins like a Christmas
tree. A thousand questions and problems banged on the door of her brain, but
they faded into white noise as he picked up the pace with his fingers and
murmured filthy things in her ear. All the while, her body rushed toward what
promised to be the most perfect of free falls.
“Oh, God….” A wholly undignified
whine came out when he backed off, slowing the pace just enough to keep her
riding the edge without going over. Her fingers combed through the short brush
of his dirty blond military haircut and then marched down the back of his neck
to grab his arm so she could urge him to pick up the pace. The muscles of his
arm bulged and flexed delightfully beneath her fingers.
Firm, velvet lips nuzzled at her
cheek. The heat of his tongue seemed to trace over each and every scar on her
neck and face, giving them the sort of loving kindness not even she had ever
graced them with. Heat and cold shimmied through her.
The cap of one muscular shoulder hovered
near enough for her to do a little tasting of her own. his skin was musky and
salty and all male, and as the pace of his fingers sped up once again, Her gums
throbbed with the lengthening of her fangs. When he paused from his
ministrations and his blue-eyed gaze met hers, the swallow and bob of his
Adam’s apple pulled her gaze to the frenetic ticking of his pulse like a
heat-seeking missile.
Before she realized what she’d
done, she had already struck.
She broke apart the second the
flavor of his sweet, spicy blood burst on her tongue...
About the Authors
Elisabeth Staab still
lives with her nose in a book and at least one foot in a fantasy world. Her
bestselling paranormal romance novel,
King of Darkness, is available now. Her second
book,
Prince of Power, releases in January. Find out more
at
ElisabethStaab.com
Tes Hilaire’s idea of a
perfect vacation would include her porch on a sultry summer night, a good glass
of rich, red wine, and a book about darkness, passion, torture and love. Her
first novel in the Paladin warriors series
Deliver Me from Darkness is available now. The next,
Deliver Me from Temptation, releases in December. For
more, visit
TesHilaire.com.
A stranger in the night…
He had once been a warrior of the Light, one
of the revered Paladin. A protector. But now he lives in sin darkness, and the
shadows are his sanctuary. Every day is a struggle to overcome the bloodlust.
Especially the day Karissa shows up on his doorstep.
Comes knocking on the door…
She is light and bright and everything
beautiful—despite her scratches and torn clothes. Every creature of the night
is after her. So is every male Paladin. Because Karissa is the last female of
their kind. But she is his. He may not have a soul, but he can’t deny
his heart.
ETERNAL COMMITMENT IS NOT ON HER AGENDA...
Scorned by the vampire community for her lack
of power, Isabel Anthony lives a carefree existence masquerading as
human—although drifting through the debauched human nightlife, she prefers the
patrons' blood to other indulgences. But when she meets the sexy, arrogant king
of the vampires, this party-girl's life turns dark and dangerous.
BUT TIME'S RUNNING OUT FOR THE KING OF THE
VAMPIRES...
Dead-set on finding the prophesied mate who
will unlock his fiery powers, Thad Morgan must find his queen before their race
is destroyed. Their enemies are gaining ground, and Thad needs his powers to
unite his subjects. But when his search leads him to the defiant Isabel, he
wonders if fate had gotten it seriously wrong...
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The Schedule:
June 7 –
Grave Tells Burrowing into a Vampire Author’s Grey Matter…
June 11 –
The Qwillery Interview with a Vampire…or two…or three…or four..Gulp!
