Come and take a bite out of this guest post with Eva Lefoy

Bite me! by Eva Lefoy

I can’t believe it’s nearly Halloween. After this comes Thanksgiving and then Christmas! Yikes! I’m not one of those people who gets their shopping done early. No. So let’s just stay at Halloween a little while longer, shall we?

In Darkest Flowers, one of main characters is a vampire. But, in my opinion, he’s not really an Urban Fantasy type kick-ass one, he’s more of a lonely, quiet, sensuous monster. He never wears clothes and his skin is a perfect alabaster white. He also grows flowers. Yep. Corpse flowers and other carnivorous – man eating! – plants. Perfect for a vampire, right?

But let’s not forget the fangs. Ambrose does have fangs and a thirst for blood. And I’m going to let you in a little secret – those flowers he’s tending? Not really flowers. They’re the leftover husks of his dead lovers!

When botanist Henri Muller stumbles into the greenhouse looking for a place to finish his research, he has no idea the danger he’s in. But he soon finds Ambrose quite … stimulating. And after the sex comes the first bite.

Will Henri risk another?

Eva

Darkest Flowers smallerDARKEST FLOWERS
Botanist Henri Muller will do almost anything for a flower—even brave a forest fire. Scarred and heartbroken, he journeys to a greenhouse run by a reclusive proprietor with a mysterious green thumb and a potent sexuality. Henri’s startled by their passionate encounter, but when he discovers the vampire’s bite soothes his tormented body and soul he longs to stay though the cure is deadly.
Ambrose is a shy monster with a lonely heart. Will Henri choose to become his mate or will he let Ambrose wilt and die like a neglected flower? With each passing day, Ambrose grows weaker…

EXCERPT:

Heat met cold. Fusion met explosion. Henri’s orgasm in process ratcheted up a notch, tearing through him like wild pounding fear. He squirmed and twisted, in agony and ecstasy. And then he opened his eyes and saw them. Ambrose had fangs.
Stunned, fire still consuming his flesh, he screamed in terror but couldn’t rouse his muscles to flee as Ambrose bent lower, put his mouth to Henri’s neck, and sank his pearly white teeth into his galloping pulse.
Henri’s cock erupted, drenching his belly, his cum soaking into the flower bed. As if from far away, he heard Ambrose release and a chilly liquid soothed his channel, cooling him down. His fever broke. Spent, head spinning, Henri swooned. Behind closed eyes he dreamed of being trapped in the fire, only this time, Ambrose dragged him to safety.
When he woke hours later, he found Ambrose lying next to him, arm curled possessively over his chest. His hair had turned glossy black and his silvery eyes were now blue. Henri struggled to piece together the events in the correct order. The heat had left his brain fuzzy.
When he woke hours later, he found Ambrose lying next to him, arm curled possessively over his chest. His hair had turned glossy black and his silvery eyes were now blue. Henri struggled to piece together the events in the correct order. The heat had left his brain fuzzy.
“I-I came. I, God, I exploded…”
“Shh. Yes. It’s all right. Flowers like protein. They’ll love it. Don’t worry,” Ambrose said.
He looked closer to check, but Ambrose’s smile no longer boasted fangs. “You…bit me.”
“Yes. Just once. Did you mind so terribly much?” Ambrose’s hand traced down his right thigh.
Henri moved, automatically rolling away to avoid the touch on his scar, and found the scar … vanishing. More surprising, the skin was no longer hot. It didn’t burn with irritation at the slightest touch. “What happened? What did you do?”
“My bite.” Ambrose shrugged. “It contains healing properties. You will find the effects are only temporary however.”
“And this? My blood did this to you?” Ambrose’s jet black hair sifted through Henri’s fingers like the finest silk. God, he’s gorgeous.
Ambrose tossed his head, and the black curtain swayed. “Yes. You’ve made me younger, stronger.”
His gaze perused the rest of Ambrose, noting his skin tone had gone from super-pale to a more healthy pink, and his muscles seemed even more defined. Hell, he’d all but grown! He swallowed and glanced down. Ambrose’s cock had been the color of talcum powder before, but now it too, was tinged with pink. Henri blushed as his ass clenched, remembering the feel of that mercilessly firm wand inside him. How exquisite. But if my blood did this then what is Ambrose, a vampire? Oh my God, if I stay here, he’s gonna turn me into a pincushion.

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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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