There's nothing like a little foreplay with blood when your hero's a vampire from another planet.
He rolled her over, taking control, dipping his finger in the bag and smearing blood around her nipple. As he sucked and licked the tangy liquid off, she bucked beneath him.
Oh the woman had no idea what she had unleashed. He sprinkled some between her breasts, taking the opportunity to kiss the droplets off before smearing the other nipple and licking it clean. Lachlan took particular pleasure in her little hisses every time his fangs accidentally scraped her skin. Because each hiss ended in a moan of pleasure as the pain changed into a sensation she enjoyed. Every time he considered retracting his canines he changed his mind.
Discovered by Em Taylor
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For this week only, my contemporary rom com An American Cowboy in Scotland,will be on special off on the US and UK site of Amazon for 99c and 99p respectively. (Apologies to people who use other Amazon stores but these are the only stores Amazon allow Countdown sales on).
An American Cowboy in Scotland is the story of Rhona Lorimer, the manager of a run down estate in Scotland, who is expecting her new boss, the American heir of a ruined castle, a run down estate and manor house and an oil tycoon to arrive any second and sack her. But when the handsome cowboy arrives, bedecked in tartan, sparks fly. The say the Uk and America are two countries divided by a common language and Rhona and Cole prove that in spades.
Here's a cheeky wee excerpt:
The door opened and I saw a pair of kilt brogues step across the threshold. Long tartan socks which matched a red and green kilt—presumably the Macallan tartan—hugged shapely calves. The kilt sat over slim hips but unfortunately was half-hidden by a sporran that was so hairy it looked like a West Highland Terrier.
The smell of wet wool assaulted my nostrils as my gaze raked up the bright red Bonnie Prince Charlie kilt jacket. I had never seen a kilt jacket in that colour. Seriously, where did someone get such a monstrosity and who in Scotland had the audacity to sell such expensive crap to gullible foreigners? Clearly I either had a higher moral code than some people or I was missing an entrepreneurial opportunity. A tartan dickie bow sat under a strong jaw, which had a scruffy covering of hair due to the long journey the owner had just undertaken.
There went that stab of conscience again. A wide smile and soft brown eyes with just the very beginnings of crow’s feet at the very edges told me this guy was young but not too young—perhaps early thirties. His collar-length dirty blond hair was soaked and dripping over his eyes. It was then I realised the guy had no decent coat. At least nothing waterproof, even though wool was pretty water-resistant.
He must be really pissed off.
“Lord Macallan, come in,” I said, hurrying around the desk.
He had one massive suitcase, a laptop bag and a small rucksack.
“Are you Ms Lorimer?”
“Please, call me Rhona.”
He grinned at me, showing me a beautiful set of straight white teeth.
“Rhona! A pretty name for a pretty girl.” His southern drawl made him sound like Matthew McConaughey. Suddenly I was starring in my very own romantic comedy. My knees turned to water and I became blind to the hideous outfit he was wearing. He stuck out his hand and I grasped it—and blanched. It was freezing. Another pang of conscience at my lack of hospitality.
“You’re freezing,” I said, “and wet. I think maybe we should get you to the bed and breakfast and you can get settled in and maybe have a shower to heat you up, and then we can discuss the estate. The heater in here has broken down, so I suggest we go to the pub.”
“All right.” He looked a little askance as his gaze swept the dingy little room that had once been a tiny cottage. It had all the modern conveniences—an inside toilet, a little kitchen area, a couple of desks and electric lighting, but that was about it. Sadly, it didn’t have central heating. “What about the house and the castle?”
“The castle is a ruin and the house has not been lived in or maintained for ten years. It’s not inhabitable, I’m afraid.”
A beat of silence. “Oh I see.”
“Look, I feel terrible that you’re standing in wet clothes and the place is not even heated. Please let me take you to a place that is at least warm and we can make you comfortable before I tell you more about the estate.”
“Sure. And Ms Lorimer, please, don’t look so concerned. I’m not going to bite your head off no matter how bad things are.”
I smiled, packed a bunch of files into my messenger bag and grabbed my keys. I had a feeling that Lord Macallan was in for a horrible surprise when he realised his inheritance really was just a pile of bricks.
So, I guess a review of a movie is not what you expect on the blog of an author. I have to admit, I wasn't expecting to write one either. But the film critics have given Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice a hammering and I think that's pretty unfair.
First up, card on the table...I'm a huge Henry Cavill fan. I do want to have his babies. But then, so does half the female population so I'm hardly alone in that. I bought Man of Steel on DVD merely to watch Henry and was hooked. I have issues with Superman which stem from a painful episode during Superman 3 at the cinema which I will explain later, maybe.
I am kind of half immersed in geekdom in real-life, being a crewmember for a convention company, so while not exactly Sheldon, I have a rough idea of the difference between DC Comics and Marvel Comics, but that's about it. But I did like Man of Steel even though part of the story seemed to pass me by. I didn't get why they had to create the black hole and he still had to fight the bad guys to the death (except for the fact we had to see Henry's cute butt in a tight suit kicking ass).
So here we are at Batman v Superman and I enjoyed it. It was a Superhero movie. I wasn't expecting the Oscar nominee tear jerker. I expected ripped men in tight suits fighting each other. I knew to expect a rather hot Wonder Woman and frankly, she was hot. Had I swung the other way, I'm sure I would have been in love with Gal Gadot, but Henry has my heart.
As an author I thought the storyline covered all the bases. Childhood trauma and resultant moodiness of Bruce Wayne which meant by half way through the movie I turned to my friend and said I couldn't decide whether I disliked Batman or Lex Luther more. Superman started a hero and soon became feared then hated because others used his power against him and because he was misunderstood. Only a few people really believed in him. And as ever Superman had to be both human and god and work within the bounds of both. The part of the storyline that brings Superman to his knees and gives him his moral dilema is far-fetched but it's a comic book. It always is far-fetched. Men don't fly or spin the world in the opposite direction. The villains are crazed megalomaniacs who would be in specialised institutions in real life.
The acting is superb. Superman is more grown-up and more confident now. Clark has come out of his shell a bit. Henry Cavill did a great job of portraying that. While I complain about Bruce Wayne, I have no complaints about Ben Affleck. I'm sure those who wanted to see a moody, messed up, older and battle-worn Bruce Wayne will love this incarnation of Batman. Jesse Eisenberg was excellent as the young Lex Luthor. So much so that I doubt I'll see him on TV or in a movie again without distrusting him just a little bit. He was properly psychotic. And the supporting cast were wonderful. Amy Adams carried on from Man of Steel with another sterling performance.
I didn't like the end of the movie, but I'm not idiot. I know what happens next. My issue is that having coaxed my young brother through the fight scene in Superman 3 back in the 80s with promises that it would be all right in the end, I was a little traumatised as to how I would have explained that ending if I'd had to 30 odd years ago.
To finish I'm going to say this, the special effects were slightly over the top but I really didn't care about that. They did the job. There was one or two loose endings I would have tied up more neatly but they didn't spoil the movie. And all in all I found it highly entertaining.
Now go and find some pictures of Henry Cavill as I'm not putting them on my blog for fear DC Comics decides to sue me for copyright infringement.
He licked again, lapping up their combined fluids, cleaning her, arousing her. She writhed against him, mewling her satisfaction. He ground his hard cock into the mattress, staying the moment when he would rear up and enter her. She needed to know that he was a giving lover and that her needs came first. Her nails dug into his scalp, and she muttered his name as she pushed her clit against his tongue, begging him for more. He worked her, higher and higher, knowing when she was about to break, then he moved, covering her body and pushing slowly inside.
Kate grabbed his arse and urged him to thrust hard into her, and he obliged.
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He forced himself to move his lips across her cheek, peppering light pecks down her jawline as she tangled her fingers in his hair and whispered his name.
Suddenly she started to struggle. “Lachlan, your teeth.”
“What about them?” he asked, pinning her back to the bed and tugging at the shoulder of her white tennis dress. It moved down to her elbow easily, and he revealed the cup of a white lacy bra. His cock jerked and his heart beat speeded up. Soon, very soon his lips would be around the dusky areola he could see just beneath the material.
“Are they in or out?”
He lifted himself slightly off Kate pulling the other side of the dress down, unconcerned with whatever was bothering her.
“My canines are in for now. Why?” Another perfectly-shaped and perfectly-sized breast. “Lift your hips.” She did as she was bid, and he slipped the sexy little tennis dress off, reminding himself he needed to ask Meg to send some hydrogen peroxide.
“I still have blood on me.”
Lachlan leaned on his elbow and surveyed her, cocking an eyebrow. “You do indeed.”
There was a line of dried blood running from just below her collarbone, under the cup of her bra, and probably pooling just under her breast. He touched it lightly with an index finger, tracing it as far as the edge if her bra. “That…my darling Kate, is every male Vampyr’s wet dream."
He pressed his tongue to the edge of the lace, and Kate sighed, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“What if your teeth pop out again and you bite me by accident?” she asked as she arched her back, reaching for the touch of his tongue. He chuckled against her breast.
“Did your mother never teach you it’s rude to disturb a man when he’s eating, Katie?
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Discovered is the first book in the exciting new Forsaken Blood Series by Em Taylor.
Em Taylor writes Regency, Contemporary and Alien Vampyr romances. She can't settle at anything for long, hence her dance through the ages in her search for romance. That might have something to do with coming from and still living in Scotland. All Scots have a bit of the wanderlust in them. Since she can't travel far she just travels through time.