Today’s snog is from The Point of Evil , the latest in the Point Vamp Series. Yesterday was the fourth Smut by the Sea, this year sponsored by Godemiche. In one of the reading slams I read the following excerpt. I’ll share my raunchier reading with you tomorrow!
Steve—who had been a womanizer in life and was even more so in death—prowls the Point using his vampiric wiles to get the blood and sex he craves. He’s always looking for his next meal and when he sees a tall, curvy beauty with a red scarf around her neck, he thinks he’s found it.
Eloise is different—she’s shy and needs encouragement, and Steve just can’t get her out of his mind. He has to take his time, get to know her and slowly seduce her. When she disappears, leaving only a note begging him not to pursue her further, he can’t help himself and ends up in the service of George Aquino, a vampire crime boss with a penchant for twisted and cruel torture and a dungeon full of prisoners.
A daring rescue, a difficult choice and love against the odds. Do you dare visit the point of evil?
Reader Advisory: This book contains violence and references to rape and sexual assault.
Steve is being gentle and moving slowly as Eloise is so nervous, it’s new territory for him!
“You’re so sweet.” She sighed and inched towards the bed. “How can you be so charming when you’re so cold-blooded by nature?”
“I dunno.” I unfastened the top button on my shirt and watched as she peeked at the mahogany smooth skin I revealed. “I’ll tell you my theory, though, if you want.”
She nodded and smiled.
“You might want to sit down. It’s quite a long theory.”
She chuckled, her voice tinkling like fairy steps, and made her way to the bed. She sat beside me and I carefully didn’t touch her, even though I really wanted to.
“Okay, so my theory is this. That when you’re first turned, you’re just the same character as you were when you were human but with an intense hunger for blood. My mate, poor sod, didn’t know he’d been changed.”
“How do you not realise something like that?” Eloise asked incredulously.
“I have no idea but apparently my mate Josh was clueless and kept fantasising about raw steak… Anyway, I’m waffling. What I’m saying is that he was the same Josh, just with a need for blood.”
I turned to look at her and she smiled. I laid my hand very purposefully near her thigh on the bed. Not quite touching but close enough to be in her private space. I left it there.
“So deep in the centre of every vampire is the human they once were. But being a vampire changes you. Traditionally, you turn into a voracious killer to satisfy the need for fresh blood, and when you kill and kill again for food something has to change inside you—the humanity you had has to fade away so the vampire can live.”
Eloise shifted and her thigh brushed my hand. She seemed deep in thought but when we touched, she straightened her spine, like she’d been zapped with electricity.
“And I’ve never killed a person for my blood. I was lucky—I got introduced to The Point’s rules early on and so I’m holding onto my human traits still. I think they change over time, even for Pointers. We’ve got some really old vamps here, like Hugh, the founder, and although he’s personable enough, he’s not very human anymore. He’s something different, but the core of his integrity—the Victorian upbringing he had and the frock coat—are still there. And that’s my theory. I told you it was a pretty long one.”
“It seems sound, though, really,” Eloise replied and placed her hand over mine. “I know a few vampires and what you’re saying seems to fit perfectly. Look, Steve, I’m a very complicated woman. Life isn’t easy for me and I don’t want to go into details about that, but when I talk to you the world seems to be so much simpler. I mean that in a good way, I really do. Oh, fuck. I suck at this.”
“You’re telling me how you feel, with your touch and your words”—I reached out with the hand she wasn’t holding and ran it down her arm—“and that’s enough for me. Carry on, Cinders, carry on.”
She turned a delightful shade of summer rose pink and crinkled up her nose as she shook her head. “Well, I want to say so much but I’m not really very good with words and there are some things I just can’t tell you, however much I’d like to. I’m very nervous, I’m always that way, but even though your touch disturbs me, deep inside it also feels so right.”
“Then let me touch you all over,” I begged. It was time to take the plunge. I’d either get a slap or an invite to do more. There always comes a point where you have to push the boundaries, though, if you want to be anything more than a friend to a girl.
“I want you too.” She licked her lips. “I really do, but I’m not sure I can let you do what you need to do to drink from me, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Don’t worry about that.” I squeezed her arm. “We’ll do as much as you want and then we’ll stop. Hey, safewords are all the rage at the moment—pick one and if you say it, I’ll stop everything.”
“Even if you have your fangs dug into me?”
“Yes, even then.” I didn’t break my gaze from hers. The atmosphere crackled with words unspoken, actions not yet tried. I meant what I said. “I won’t lie to you, Eloise. I might find it difficult to disengage, but if you say your safeword, I promise to you I will pull away with all my strength. I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to trust me.”
And for once, that wasn’t just bunkum to get into her knickers. I really meant it.
“Pumpkin,” she said.
“Yes, sugar lips?” I replied with a wink.
“No,” she laughed. “That should be the safeword—pumpkin.”
“Okay, that works.” Not to brag, but usually I was pretty damn smooth. I didn’t stutter, I didn’t hesitate—I went in and grabbed what I wanted and the girls never protested. But I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to do next.
Thankfully she kissed me. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she moved her head forward and I had to dip a little to make sure my lips would meet hers, but when they did, I had to close my eyes too. I’ve kissed lots of women but I had never, ever felt such an intense explosion of emotion and physical need before. I wanted to cry and laugh but I did neither—I just kept on kissing her, wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her close.
She was soft and giving, her skin so silky and smooth. She wanted me to touch her, so I did. I stroked my fingers gently over her arms and fluttered kisses across her cheeks. She giggled when I blew on her ear and moaned when I sucked the lobe into my mouth and nibbled gently with my fangs.
“You taste like vanilla ice cream,” I whispered. “I want to eat you all up.”
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