The first book in my Point Vamp series is now available!

Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

I know it might seem like a departure from the usual Blisse story but I assure you it really isn’t. Yes, there is blood shed but nothing too horrific, I don’t have the stomach for it myself but there is also a curvy woman with doubts, a handsome guy and a seriously sensual build up to some mind-blowingly erotic love making. It’s all there and here’s an excerpt so you can see it for yourselves.

Elizabeth got wet when she fell and twisted her ankle in an isolated field. Hugh has taken back to his home and has found her one of his mother’s old gowns to wear in place of her wet clothes, he also needs to help her change as she is injured but she is hesitant as she isn’t confident about her body.

“Now to dress you.” Hugh looked over to the chair where he’d left the clothes. “Ah, I have an idea. Elizabeth do you think you can balance on your own for a moment?”

“Erm, yes, I think I could.” Elizabeth was far too caught up in the fact that she stood naked on one foot in front of a man she didn’t even know to really answer any question competently. “Just please do it quickly. I feel ridiculous standing here in the nude.”

“Certainly, certainly, ” Hugh replied then stepped away from her. He watched her for a moment as she wobbled, and when he was satisfied she was balanced, he walked away. “This will be the first time I rush to get a beautiful girl back into some clothes,” he chuckled, and Elizabeth joined in.

“Well, I’m not so much of a beauty. I’ll look better with those clothes on. If they’ll even fit.”

“I respectfully disagree,” he said, lifting the chair and carrying it over to her. “If I were a painter, I would have you pose for me and I would capture your attractiveness on canvas.”

Elizabeth had never received such a compliment, and she really wasn’t sure how to respond to it, so she just kept quiet. Hugh placed the chair in front of her and pulled the dress off its back.

“Here, you can hold on to this now,” he said, “whilst I help you into the dress.”

“I really don’t think it will fit. My waist isn’t that sculptured.”

“You will fit,” he said and set the dress down over the chair seat. He still held a garment in his hand. “I will fit you into this first then I will put the dress on you.”

“Oh, right, a corset.” She was completely bemused by the situation now. It was so out of the ordinary she had given up on trying to make any sense of it. Hugh walked around behind her, and she found her anxiety all the worse. She had to lean forward a little to hold on to the chair with her breasts hanging free, which was embarrassing enough, but she knew from the back he would see her enormous arse. Even though he’d said she was beautiful, she doubted he would think so from behind. Chris, the only guy she’d ever gotten sexual with, said her bum was horrible, that it was too fleshy and too big. He wouldn’t touch it. But then he’d barely touched anything else either. She found out later he was only going out with her on a stupid dare anyway. He was seeing if he could shag all the girls in the class, but he had to do it more than once to count. They’d done it twice. In total, the experiences lasted fifteen minutes.

Elizabeth was jolted back to reality when Hugh’s cold hands brushed against her back.
He pulled the corset tighter, and Elizabeth felt it wrapping around her breasts.

“Can you stand up straight a moment?” he asked, and she did so. Hugh’s hand stayed at her back until she had balanced. It surprised her how comforting his touch was.

“I just need to make sure you’re comfortable,” Hugh said close her ear. She licked her lips.
“Sure,” she replied.

He walked round and squeezed in front of her, his back against the chair. He pulled at the stiff material then with his gentle, chilling fingers, he scooped up her breasts and settled them properly in the confines of the corset. She bit her lip to hold in a moan of delight and hoped he could not see how hard her nipples were.

“Done,” he said and smiled at her. Their faces were so close that she couldn’t help looking up at his lips. They curled into a little smile, and she knew she only had to lean forward and they would kiss. She leant forward, not out of choice but because she had lost concentration. Hugh’s hands came up to her sides to steady her body, and his lips came down to agitate her spirit.