Do not tempt me again, girl... #PNR #Vampire #FreeBook #MFRWHooks

Welcome to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop – and to another opportunity to win prizes as part of my Haunted October event.

My hook today is from my bisexual vampire romance Fin d’Espoir. A reviewer once called it “a philosopher’s erotic tale”, and I think that’s an apt summary.

I hope you like the hook. I’ll give away one copy of the book to a randomly selected reader who leaves a comment on this post. Furthermore, every comment is an entry toward my grand prize of a $25 gift certificate.

Blurb

Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d'Espoir. He has sworn to never again taste human blood. Then a fierce storm and a runaway horse bring a slender, raven-haired beauty to his lair. When she begs him to take her, he cannot resist.

Madeleine and Troy hope that a carefree vacation in tropical Jamaica will reignite their faded passion. On a mountain trail ride, Maddy's horse bolts, carrying her deep into the jungle. Injured and lost, she is saved by a giant of a man whose mere presence kindles unbearable desire. By the time she understands his dark nature, it is far too late for her to escape.

When Maddy returns, Troy finds her greatly changed : ravenous in bed, restless and disturbed otherwise. The elegant stranger he meets on the beach holds the key to her transformation - and soon has seduced Troy as well.

Tortured by his conscience, Etienne is determined to set the young couple free. But their love may be his last hope for redemption.

The Hook

Iron and salt. The taste woke Madeleine from voluptuous dreams. For a moment, she clung to the fleeing visions of naked flesh. She didn’t want the pain of consciousness. Her shoulders ached, her neck burned and her pussy felt raw and sore. Something sticky was smeared across her lips. She opened her mouth. Iron and salt flowed over her tongue.

“Swallow, now.” The elegant French-tinged voice was irresistible. She obeyed, only to have another gout of the thick liquid dripped into her mouth. Wearily, she opened her eyes.

Etienne sat beside her, wearing a grim expression. He held his hand close to her face. Crimson fluid dribbled from a two-inch gash across his wrist, a shocking contrast to his inky skin. “Drink, Madeleine. It will restore your strength.”

The bright droplets called to her, but she was too weak to raise her head.

“Here.” He pressed his oozing flesh to her lips. She lapped at the blood, then fastened her mouth on the wound and sucked. The flavor grew on her, became complex and nuanced. She tasted cinnamon and pepper, almonds and ripe plums. The scent of roses filled her nostrils, making her head swim. She closed her eyes in bliss and increased her suction, each swallow making her want more.

“That is enough.” Etienne removed his wrist. “That should be sufficient to restore you.”

“Just another few drops,” Maddy pleaded. Her myriad pains had vanished. She felt alert and invigorated. She heard the bleak call of an owl outside the shack and the groan of branches in the wind. She smelled the charred coals on the grate, rotting wood, and her own sweat. She searched Etienne’s somber face, trying to read his thoughts. “Please?”

“No. It would be too dangerous.”

Maddy wriggled lasciviously on the damp sheets. She fondled her breasts, which were outrageously sensitive, and parted her sticky thighs.

Etienne’s brows knitted together in a scowl. “I said no, and I mean no. Do not try to tempt me again, girl. I have done enough damage already.”

His obvious misery slightly dampened her blood-lust. She took his hand in both her own, noting in passing how her wrists were chafed from his belt. “It’s all right. You only took what I offered. It was not your fault. You’re not responsible.”

“Of course I am responsible!” He tore his hand from her grasp. Rising like a black colossus, he hovered over her. Maddy had the fleeting notion that he wanted to strangle her. Instead, he paced back and forth, oblivious to the splintered floorboards under his bare feet.

“You are a fool. A child. You do not understand who or what I am, not even now, after I came close to drinking you dry. All you can see is my glamor, my cursed beauty that makes every mortal desire me.”

 

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