In Just Seven Days…

Coming soon from Purple Sword Publications

… I can give you a vaaa-aa–aa-aaa-aaamp.  Those of you familiar with Rocky Horror totally got that.  For the rest of you, I’m sure it made no sense at all.  But the sentiment is true.  In seven days my first vampire novella, “Sanguine Kiss” will be available for human consumption!  This book is near and dear to my heart, as I mentioned yesterday, because I’m a vampire groupie.  And Seth, the hero, is so damn hot. He’s an Ancient Egyptian, he has long hair and well.. he’s vicious.  This book is also my first real journey into erotic horror.  Meaning:  lots of sex and lots of blood.  I just hope I do it justice.  That will, of course, be up to you to decide, dear reader.  I’m kind of rambling today, so I’ll shut up and give you a teensy little excerpt.  But tomorrow— an interview with Seth and Gillian!

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She could feel his body lying atop hers, and the heaviness soothed her somewhat. Surely, her soul could not escape now. But then he sat up on his knees, straddling her body and staring down at her. His eyes glowed in the blackness. He drew a single, sharpened fingernail across his wrist, opening the plump vein there that pulsed with stolen blood. The blood ran freely and fast down his arm. He held the open wound over her lips, letting the blood trickle down.

At first, she wanted to resist, to turn her head away and fall into shadow without a fight, but then she tasted the bitter sweetness that slipped between her parted lips. One taste and she felt the thirst immediately. Her stomach lurched, and it jolted her awake. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened wide, seeking out the sanguine salvation. The blood began to pour in earnest. Seth breathed heavily, tiring from the exertion. Her mouth worked slowly, her tongue licking at the drops as they fell, ever faster into her waiting mouth. Soon she was moaning softly, wanting more—needing more. Taking her wrist, he pulled her to a sitting position, leaning against his chest as she cradled his arm against her in a desperate embrace.

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So whaddaya think so far?  Will it pass inspection?  I’m considering a contest on the release day, so any thoughts would be appreciated.

 

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Vampires: Is it still a viable genre?

So I’ve been on vacation for about a week and just as I return I realize that in just a few short days, my next book, a novella entitled “Sanguine Kiss,” will be coming out.  Now I know, the subtitle of my blog has always been, “Curing the glitter rash one vampire at a time,” but ironically this will be my first release that involves vampires.  It seems a bit strange to me to actually be publishing a story in a genre that was always my favorite as a reader.  Up until recent years, I would seek out vampires in literature and movies with a rabid enthusiasm.  What happened to dull my fascination, you ask?  Well.  It’s pretty simple.  Twilight happened.

First off, I promise that I am NOT going to go off on Twlight again.  My blog has been famous in the past for flogging the teenaged vampire porn and all its cousins, but this time I’m not going to give it the same treatment.  I read all the books with morbid fascination.  I admit to enjoying them.  There, I said it.  My biggest problem is the copycatting that has gone on since.  We’ve kind of destroyed the vampire genre with doe-eyed, brooding heroes that lament their immortality and monstrous bloodlust.  I had grown so tired of reading that same story over and over again that it just kind of turned me off of vampire novels period.

The good news is, my exasperation with the entire vampire genre has inspired me to write stories about vampires that I would like to read.  Vampires that can be sexy and charming, but also be brutal killers.  Vampires that relish their immortality and embrace their heightened existence.  So I set out to write a story about that kind of vampire.  “Sanguine Kiss” is the story of a vampire, Seth, who happens upon a suicidal woman.  Instead of granting her wish and simply sucking her dry, he decides to make her his companion.  The heroine, Gillian, is empowered by Seth’s gift rather than destroyed.  It’s also damn sexy.  I offer a small taste… no pun intended…

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“Then you do fear death,” she rasped, moving her lips ever so gently against his

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skin.

“I only fear not living.” He pushed his long, lithe fingers through her hair, pulling her into a desperate kiss. She gasped for air, opening her mouth to take a breath only to be invaded by him. His tongue slipped along hers, tasting and teasing until all she could do was give herself up to it. He gripped the knot of her hair tightly in his fist, pulling her this way and that, exhausting her until she was drunk with the onslaught of his seduction. He felt her body relax, surrendering to him completely and he knew that if he was to taste of her blood that this was the opportune moment he’d been waiting for. She arched her back, letting her head fall limply to the side as if offering the bulging blue vein to him. He could feel his fangs, heavy and sore with the venom, lengthen in preparation to strike.

“I don’t remember how,” she whimpered.

“I can show you.” Sliding his arms around her, he pulled her into another embrace. This time she went willingly, melding her mouth to his and opening to him at once. Their tongues mingled and for a just a second, he could remember what it was like to be human. The rush of the blood that flooded to the extremities, the heart racing as if trying to keep up. Feeling like dying but wanting more and more. Gillian moaned softly, a small sound that only he could hear, as she squirmed, trying to get closer

to him. With a strong grip around her wrist, he pulled her into his lap, guiding her thighs to rest against his hips. He could feel the moist heat of her sex radiating through the worn denim jeans that wrapped around her like a second skin. His hands slid down her back to cup the curve of her ass and pull her tighter against him. Looking up into her face he could see the tears glistening on her cheeks. “I promise you’ll never despair again,” he whispered, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone. When he pulled it back, he showed her the wetness collected on the pad of his thumb. She blushed, crying again even as he was giving her hope, but he offered a warm smile. She watched as he rubbed his fingers together. “Ashes to ashes,” he whispered. “Dust to dust.” Her breath caught when the glittery diamond dust began to fall from his fingertips and light on the dark background of her sweater.

“What…how…?” she gasped, her mouth hanging agape. “What are you?”

He didn’t answer, but tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her down for another kiss. She did not protest, but responded eagerly even as his hands slid under her sweater to rest, cool and still on her flesh. “The one who’s going to fuck Jackson Garrett right out of your pretty little head,” he growled, running his hands over each breast, then cupping them firmly.

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Sexy enough for ya?  Yeah… me too.  I love that Seth *fanning self*.  “Sanguine Kiss” releases from Purple Sword Publications on Sept. 12th.  It will be available through Purple Sword, Amazon, B&N, AllRomance eBooks and anywhere else that great eBooks are sold.

Valentine’s Day Madness! FOR ADULTS ONLY!!

Available 12/17 @ BN.com, Bookstrand, and AllRomance eBooks

Well, it’s that time of year again.  You know what I’m talkin’ about— Valentine’s Day!  That non-holiday created by greeting card and chocolate companies to sell us all more sentimental treats than we can possibly imagine.  And though it’s not my favorite holiday, I think the sentiment is in the right place.  You never know when you might lose someone, so it’s always a good idea to tell them now.  And it doesn’t have to be expensive, just from the heart.

In honor of the special day– and because I’d have to hang my head in disgrace as a romance writer if I didn’t do something special for Valentine’s Day– tomorrow (2/14) I’ll be posting some hot little Valentines for your reading pleasure.  Your mission:  give them a gander and leave a comment.  On Wednesday during Wicked Little Wednesday ( this week’s guest is Melissa Keir!!) I will announce the winner of a free copy of my hottest yarn to date, “Masquerade.”  Sounds like fun doesn’t it?!  But just to encourage you, here’s a little excerpt from “Masquerade.”  WARNING!!! NC-17 Content!

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“Doesn’t it arouse you to think that some of them are watching you now,” he purred against her ear just as he slid the tip of a finger between the outer lips of her sex. “Each of them getting more turned on as they watch your body tense and hear your desperate whines.”

The sinuous digits delved deeper, collecting the slippery drops of fluid that clung to the tiny petals. He slid the pads of his fingertips around the opening of her sex, massaging gently until she was arching against him involuntarily. With an evil chuckle he pulled away, leaving her empty, her sex clutching for something to grasp hold of.

“You’re so sensitive.” He brought his fingers to his lips, licking one delicately as if catching a dribble of the finest champagne. “And delicious.” With an eyebrow cocked roguishly, he offered his fingertip to her mouth. At first she hesitated. “Don’t be afraid,” he teased, sliding it across her lips, wetting them with her own salty fluid. “Take a small taste.”

She flicked her tongue cautiously across her lips, unsure of what she would taste. It was bittersweet and wild, honeysuckle and smoke. The flavor was intoxicating and she found herself licking her lips. When he offered his hand to her again, she took two of his fingers into her mouth, lapping her tongue around them and suckling hungrily. He groaned, watching her as she took them in like a tiny cock.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, love. I knew when I saw you on the stairs that you were the only choice for me.”

“You chose me?” she asked, nuzzling her cheek against his hand.

“You seem surprised,” he said, teasing her lips with his thumb.

“I’m not usually the first choice,” she sighed, kissing the edge of his thumbnail. “For anything.”

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Wanna hear more of my thoughts on love and sex?  I thought you might.  I’ll be running my mouth further in a couple of weeks at MystiCon in Roanoke, VA.  I’m also available for questioning at the following locales:

The Southern Belle from Hell:   https://lexxxchristian.wordpress.com/

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/#!/alexandra.christian1

Fan Page on Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Lexxx-Christian-The-Southern-Belle-from-Hell/245839382102904

Twitter:  http://twitter.com/#!/LexxxChristian

In case you didn’t know by now, I’m an author of (mostly) paranormal erotic romance.  You can find my work in your favorite eBook format at:  Barnes and Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand and AllRomance eBooks

COMING SOON: Masquerade

Coming Soon from Rebel Ink Press!

So it’s been a week of ups and downs.  Monday was so pleasant.  I got my edits on “Masquerade” done and sent off, the kids at school were human and I got home early-ish.  Tuesday— an exercise in surviving the Zombie Apocalypse.  Wednesday was a bit better.  BUT– last night I got word that “Masquerade” is in the can and slated for release on December 17th!  I’m really excited about this story.  It’s my first Menage piece and my very first release with Rebel Ink Press.  The folks over at Rebel have been so nice to me and I’m really excited to be affiliated with them.

I got the idea for “Masquerade” on the way home from FandomFest this past July.  I wanted to write something short, sweet and dirty and I think I accomplished that.  It’s the story of Blythe, a woman who has discovered that she needs something more from her husband.  And that something more is a little experimentation.  Enter Apollo and The Raven– two masked strangers who are ready to make all of her wildest fantasies come true.  I promise, dear readers, that it’s one depraved sexual act after another— YOU’LL LOVE IT!  And the perfect holiday gift for Pervy Ebook Readers!  And now… an UNEDITED excerpt….

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He dipped her low and placed a burning kiss in the center of her chest.  “Only feel your way through, love.”  With that he jerked her upright again, crushing her tight against his chest and nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.  “Ask yourself—what do you want?  What is your darkest desire?”  Tangling his hands in the bun at the back of her neck, he pulled her head roughly to one side, breathing hot against the delicate skin of her neck.  “A rough lover that will take you hard and fast, marking your body with bruises to help you remember?”  He bit down on the soft flesh just over her jugular until she gave a little shriek and then soothed it with gentle sweeps of his tongue and lips.  “Or perhaps a slow and sensual fuck that seems to be some never ending dream?”  His hands slid down her spine to rest on the curve of her ass left open by the silken dress.

“Do I have to choose?” she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his and reveling in the friction between their skin.

He smiled wickedly, dipping her low again until the room turned upside down.  “That’s the spirit, love.”

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Remember— Coming December 17th from Rebel Ink Press (and no, you pervert– that wasn’t a pun…).

WIP Wednesday

OK, so I came home from Fandom Fest the other day and had this RABID idea for a story.  Right now its called Masquerade and its a m/f/m menage story.  I’ve been crazy about writing it, like producing thousands of words in a day, which isn’t like me at all.  Well today and yesterday I kind of lost my momentum, but I think it may have just returned.  Take a look at the little excerpt and do tell me what you think.  Unless of course you want to tell me it sucks, in which case… just keep it to yourself.

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He stood there motionless, staring up at her as if he’d been waiting.  As she descended the staircase, she could see that he was tall and solidly built with closely cut hair.  He was wearing a mask, so she couldn’t see his face, but his eyes seemed to pierce from behind it.  His suit was formal, solid black save for the blinding white shirt beneath his jacket.  As she reached the bottom of the stairs, he offered his arm and smiled warmly.  “We’ve been expecting you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” she stammered, taking his arm and allowing him to lead her into the room.

He chuckled softly.  “You might be surprised at how well we know you.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“It’s true,” he continued, taking her on a twisting path through the crowd which barely noticed their passing.  “Its one of our rules here.  No names.  No identity.  Its always a masquerade ball.”

“And where is here, dare I ask?  Or is that one of the rules too?”  Blythe stared up at him, trying to discern some familiarity from what she could see of his face beneath the mask he wore.

He leaned in, whispering softly against her ear.  “A place to get lost.  A place to do what you will and have whatever your evil little heart desires.”  She inhaled deeply, taking in the spicy musk of him as his skin brushed against hers.  “A virtual garden of forbidden pleasures,” he purred, pulling her against him as they began to sway in time with the haunting music that swirled around them.

“I think I like this place already,” she sighed, leaning into him so that she could feel his warmth against her body.  His arms went around her waist and she could feel the strength in them.  The muscles in his chest were hard against her soft ones, save for the hardening buds of her nipples.  Just his voice, his subtle movements had already made her break out in gooseflesh all along her arms and across the exposed center of her chest.

“You’re shivering.  Do I intimidate you?” he asked, twirling her into the center of the crowd.  Streaks of colors and light blurred together, making her dizzy as he pulled her around the floor.  Voices and laughter pounded in her ear and everything looked larger than life.  For a moment she wondered if perhaps she’d been drugged in some way.  Everything was too bright, too vivid… too much.  She sighed and fell limp into the masked stranger’s embrace, letting him pull her this way and that
in the rag doll dance.

“I don’t know what to think…” she murmured.

“Then don’t.”  He dipped her low and placed a burning kiss in the center of her chest.  “Only feel your way through, love.”  With that he jerked her upright again, crushing her tight against his chest and nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.  “Ask yourself—what do you want?  What is your darkest desire?”  Tangling his hands in the bun at the back of her neck, he pulled her head roughly to one side, breathing hot against the delicate skin of her neck.  “A rough lover that will take you hard and fast, marking your body with bruises to help you remember?”  He bit down on the soft flesh just over her jugular until she gave a little shriek and then soothed it with gentle sweeps of his tongue and lips.  “Or perhaps a slow and sensual fuck that seems to be some never ending dream?”  His hands slid down her spine to rest on the curve of her ass left open by the silken dress.

“Do I have to choose?” she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his and reveling in the friction between their skin.

He smiled wickedly, dipping her low again until the room turned upside down.  “That’s the spirit, love.”

Hump Day Hotness….

As promised, I’m working on being a good little author and giving you just a little bite of naughty to get you through your workday.  Today’s selection is from my new novel, currently in submissions— Beast of Burden….. enjoy…..

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“You can feel me?” Sascha asked, desperate to understand.

“Of course.  When I close my eyes and quiet my thoughts–I can feel your heart beating.  Hear yourbreath.  Smell your scent.  It’s how I found you in the forest.”

She rose as he spoke, limping slightly to close the space between them. “How?”

“I wish I knew,” he whispered.  “But never doubt it.”  He turned to face her when he felt her cool hand upon his shoulder.  “Our souls are entwined, Sascha.  And no matter how long you live, or how many lives you traverse–” His words weakened her and she stumbled on her wounded ankle, but he caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body against his.  “I will always find you.”  Tangling his hand in the mussed curls at the back of her head, he tipped her mouth upwards to meet his in an
insistent kiss.  At first she tried to pull away, not knowing how to react, but he held her fast, not letting her escape.  And when he teased her mouth open with his tongue and delved inside, she found that escape was the farthest thing from her mind.  She let him in eagerly, instinct taking over and letting their tongues play together in a sensual dance
that left her panting his name.  “You are my mate,” he growled, licking his lips.

“Yes,” she sighed, dizzy with his closeness and intoxicated by his taste that still lingered on her tongue.  He loosened his hold on her a little and she stepped backward to clear her head.  She quickly discovered the extent of her injury as a shooting pain shot from her ankle all the way to her thigh when she put her weight down.  She gasped through clenched teeth and nearly went down on her knees.  He caught her just in time, gathering her into his arms and lifting her off her feet.  “Your mate,” she sighed, her head swimming as he turned.

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So what do you think??  Too much? Not enough?  How about that Cianan Marek?? Rawwrrr….