This is the paranormal blog of author Lynda Hilburn, http://www.lyndahilburnauthor.com
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Guest Blogger: Felicity Heaton
It’s wonderful to be here to talk about my latest
release, Unleash, the sixth book in my
Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series, to you all. I’m going to share an
excerpt from the vampire romance novel today, but also mention that you can get
the first book in this series, Covet, for FREE at selected Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books
and Apple iBooks Stores!
(Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 6) Felicity Heaton
A powerful vampire lost deep in his bloodlust, Snow is a savage animal,
mindless with rage and a thirst for violence, and trapped with no hope of
awakening from an endless nightmare… until a song draws him up from the abyss,
restoring his sanity but leaving him haunted by the sweet feminine scent of lilies
and snow, and fragmented familiar lyrics.
When the mysterious and beautiful songstress reappears in Snow’s room at
Vampirerotique, she awakens a fierce protective streak and stirs dark desires
that drive him to claim her as his female, even when he knows his touch will
destroy her innocence.
A single forbidden taste is all it takes to unleash emotions in Aurora that she
shouldn’t possess, tearing her between duty and desire, and luring her into
surrendering to her wildfire passion and embracing hungers that burn so hotly
they threaten to consume them both.
One act of kindness can lead to one thousand acts of sin though, each a black
mark against the bearer’s soul and another grain of sand that slips through an
hourglass. The clock is ticking and time is almost up. Can beauty save the
Unleash is available from these and many other ebook
Snow ducked his head under the hot spray of water and
closed his eyes as it soaked through his hair, washing away the shampoo.
He braced his hands against the black tiles in front
of him in the double-width shower stall and hung his head forwards, letting the
water hit his nape and cascade over his back. The heat soothed the last
remnants of tightness from his muscles.
He had worked out in his apartment after Antoine had
gone, putting his body through its paces to try to bring himself back to full
strength, and had needed this shower. It completed the therapeutic and almost
ritualistic process of putting the past three weeks out of his mind by erasing
the evidence stamped on his body—the weakness, the bloodstains, and the
fatigue. He always felt better afterwards. Almost normal.
Snow opened his pale blue eyes and stared at his feet.
Rivulets streamed from the tips of his white hair and his chin and nose,
catching the light and sparkling as they fell to the tray far below.
His lips parted and he sighed. Working out had felt
good but a shower was always the best medicine after an extended period of
captivity. It revitalised him, leaving him feeling alive and awake, and at
He had already scrubbed himself from head to toe twice
over, paying close attention to his wrists and ankles.
Snow straightened, the water beating on his broad bare
chest, and removed one hand from the wall. He turned his palm upwards and
stared down at his scarred wrist.
The marks would fade in time, his preternatural
healing taking care of them and leaving smooth skin behind. They were always
chafed though, permanent evidence that he had to spend his days wearing leather-lined
steel cuffs attached to inch-thick chains that were secured to the industrial
grade steel posts at the corners of his bed.
When they had first moved to the theatre, he had
forced Antoine to purchase the strongest, thickest metal posts he could find
and make a bed out of them for him. Antoine had protested but had done as he
had asked in the end, arranging for the restraints at the same time.
His younger brother had told him countless times that
he didn’t need to chain himself each day, and Snow had always countered that it
was necessary and he did not mind it.
He did. He hated it.
That was beside the point though.
It was necessary, and ever since that fateful night
centuries ago, he had always done whatever was necessary to protect others from
Snow heaved a sigh, his chest expanding with it,
powerful muscles straining, and ran his hand down his face.
It would have been so much easier if Antoine had
agreed to do as Snow had asked that same night and destroyed him.
He deserved to be put down like the rabid beast he
Antoine was nothing if not stubborn though. He had
been bleeding profusely from the savage wounds Snow had inflicted upon him,
carving up his chest and arms so badly that Antoine had scarred rather than
healed completely. Snow had thought he would seek revenge for himself and their
family, or perhaps take his head as an act of mercy. He had dared to hope his
brother would do what was right.
Antoine had refused to kill him and had even pressed
him to promise that he would never kill himself either. Snow had agreed and
regretted it the moment it had left his lips.
The past few centuries had been hell. Seeing Antoine
every night and knowing what he had done to him, the fact he had almost killed
the brother he loved with all of his black heart. Seeing Antoine and knowing
that he had stolen everything from his brother in one night of madness. Seeing
his brother and knowing that he had butchered their entire family.
Seeing Antoine’s face and seeing their mother’s pale
blue eyes and their father’s dark brown hair.
It was enough to drive a man insane.
It was a good job he was already crazy.
Snow switched off the shower, ran his hands over his
hair to squeeze the water out, and slid the glass cubicle door open. He stepped
out onto the black tiles and grabbed a thick white towel. A very impractical
colour, but he liked the touch of purity and lightness it brought into his dark
He scrubbed the towel over his hair and then dried
himself off with one hand. He swiped his free palm across the clouded mirror,
clearing enough to reveal his reflection and the main room of his apartment
through the open door behind him.
He never liked to look at himself, normally hated
seeing his reflection and seeing his mother’s eyes and hair, knowing what he
had done to her, but he sometimes felt the need to look and remind himself of
what he had done.
A twisted form of punishment.
He dropped the damp towel, pressed both palms against
the edge of the black counter, and leaned forwards over the sink, staring hard
at his reflection.
A face his mother had often called angelic.
The face of a cold-blooded murderer.
Snow growled and slammed his right fist into his face
in the mirror, splintering the glass. Fire seared his knuckles and blood instantly
ran down the shards of mirror. He pulled his fist back and plucked a sliver of
glass from the soft flesh between his index and middle finger, and dropped it
into the sink.
The scent of blood compelled him to taste it, stirring
the darkness that constantly lurked within him, stalking just beneath the
surface, barely restrained.
He rinsed his bloodied knuckles off in the black oval
sink and then inspected them. Two of the cuts were deep. He lifted his hand to
his face and sucked those two, drawing more blood to the surface. It tasted
His stomach cramped and he spat the blood into the
sink and then swiped his tongue across his knuckles to seal the wounds. The
bleeding was already slowing. Within a few minutes, his flesh would begin to
knit itself back together and heal.
He took a small towel and wrapped it around his hand,
and then strolled naked into his bedroom. The bed loomed directly in front of
him. He had promised Antoine that he would sleep and he meant to keep that
He wanted to be sane enough to head down to the party
even if it was only for a few minutes. Everyone was depending on him and he
didn’t want to let all of them down. They had held off on celebrating the
arrival of the twins so he could share in the joy of the event. He needed to be
He veered right, heading for the ebony chest of
drawers that lined the black wall there next to his elegant wardrobe. He pulled
out one of the smaller drawers at the top, fished a fresh pair of black boxers
out, and shut it again. Someone spoke in the hall. Snow paused and listened.
Callum was talking to Payne as they walked along the hall towards Callum’s
apartment beyond Snow’s one. Discussing children.
Payne had taken responsibility for the witch’s
youngling? Snow had never pictured the young vampire as a father. He had always
imagined him to be more of a bachelor forever type because of his incubus
Was everyone going to settle down and produce
Snow tugged his boxer shorts on. They were all going
to leave him behind. Everyone had a female now, something warm and tender in
their lives. They were complete.
Where did that leave Snow?
With a frustrated growl, he pulled his wardrobe doors
open, grabbed fresh bed linen from the stack he kept at the bottom, and slammed
them shut again. What did he care about females? No female in her right mind
would want him, and he certainly did not want a female.
He could never trust himself with something so weak
He lumbered across his room, bare feet thumping
against the wooden floor, and dumped the black linen beside his bed. He
stripped the soiled covers off and focused on replacing them with fresh ones to
keep his mind off a topic that had often angered him.
He had warred with himself many times about finding a
female, debating the pros and cons of such a mission, and all the possible
outcomes. It was highly likely that a female would leave him the moment she
discovered the ugly truth about him, his bloodlust, and his horrific past.
He would probably react to her betrayal by losing his
head to bloodlust and killing her.
He had a tendency to react violently whenever someone
sought to hurt him.
Breaking his heart would cause him the ultimate pain.
Snow shook that thought away and smoothed the edges of
his black covers down, neatening them. He grabbed his black robe and slung it
on, but didn’t bother to fasten the belt.
Darkness swirled inside him like a rising tide that he
was powerless to hold back. He breathed slowly, trying to work past the tightening
knot in his breast, hoping to calm down before he lost himself again.
He sat on the bed and lay with his back against the
pillows and his head against the steel bars of the headboard. He cast a glance
at the restraints that rested on the pillows on either side of him. They were
there if he needed them and that gave him back a fraction of his control, but
didn’t quell his rising bloodlust.
His heart galloped, refusing to heed his attempts to
slow it, and he closed his eyes and focused on positive things. The battle
between his darker hungers and his desire to remain sane intensified and he
breathed harder, drawing deep and filling his lungs with cool air. The soft
scent of lilies and snow lingered in that air and his mind drifted to the
lyrics of the song.
Calm swept through him, driving back the darkness for
a brief second before it surged forwards again, obliterating the sense of
A breeze washed over his bare flesh.
Snow frowned. There were no windows in his room. The
breeze carried the unmistakable scent of snow yet it felt warm, and familiar.
Someone was in his apartment. He felt their presence
as a soft caress that reached right down to his tainted soul and chased the
black shadows from it.
Snow drew in a deeper breath of lily of the valley and
snow, the pure feminine scent stirring his body and soothing the tension from
it. He held it in his lungs and slowly opened his eyes, settling them directly
on the dark beauty standing at the foot of his bed.
She was stunning, with a fall of glossy raven hair
that playfully curled around slender shoulders and contrasted against her milky
skin, heart-shaped rosy lips, a button nose, and the most incredible yet
familiar eyes. They were turquoise around the outside but faded to a brilliant
blue at their centres, around the dark mesmerising chasms of her pupils.
A pure white dress clung to dangerous curves and full
breasts that would make any man’s eyes linger on her, evoking images in his
head that he shouldn’t entertain but couldn’t keep at bay. He had never seen a
female like her.
The white layers of her dress criss-crossed over her
torso, forming a zigzagging line downwards from between the swell of her creamy
breasts to the point above her navel. They flowed from there, free and untamed,
drifting down to caress her ankles and her small bare feet.
available now from all Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Apple iBookstores, and Barnes
and Noble Nook, and in paperback.
Felicity Heaton writes passionate paranormal romance
books as Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton. In her books she creates detailed
worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping
romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters
and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked,
Felicity Heaton’s best selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series she writes as F
E Heaton or any of her stand alone vampire romance books she writes as Felicity
Heaton. Or if you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate
and erotic then try Felicity Heaton’s new Vampire Erotic Theatre series. In 2011, five of her six paranormal romance books
received Top Pick awards from Night Owl Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated
as Best PNR Vampire Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her
releases received five star reviews from numerous websites.
If you want to
know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the