Mary is a romance author and a part time waitress, she needs to pay the bills. She isn’t particularly social and most of her non-work interaction is with people through the internet. She especially enjoys hanging out on a Thirty-Something forum. Most people there are lovely and she even arranged a date with one guy, unfortunately though he turned out to be a bit of a creep and although she only saw NAME for one date, he wouldn’t leave her alone online.

She wasn’t out looking for anything else but then Will came along. He was a debater, young and professional but no matter how much she tried to forget him she could not. A friendship shot up between them and then one day, it went further than just friendship.

And this was only the start of an interesting, up and down relationship between the two. To find out what happens next you need to pick up Making it Real, which is my longest story to date at 40k! Here’s the blurb if you want a little more infor before you rush to get it (btw, it’s available for Kindle, iPad etc just look at your favourite eBook seller!)

What Makes a Vampire Loveable?

First of all, thank you Victoria for having me on your blog. :)

Second of all, I love a good vampire story, don’t you?

Not so long ago, vampires were considered to be among the most fearsome monsters known to go bump in the night. Old legends from a variety of cultures and classic books like Dracula made it clear that vamps were to be avoided at all costs. They even suggested possible deterrents – garlic, anyone?

That’s all changed. Nowadays, people seem more concerned with how to attract vampires than avoiding them, and many a popular romance hero and heroine sport a pair of pointed fangs and crave blood. Why the shift in popular opinion – why the appeal? I’ve got a theory, and it’s pretty simple – people are finally looking at the human side of vampires. After all, they were all regular people like you and me before they became vamps.

Does being transformed really kill all a person’s human emotions, habits and morals and turn them into a ruthless monster?

Modern readers don’t seem to think so. Vamps do, however, have their work cut out for them when it comes to retaining their humanity. It’s a constant battle not to give in to the destructive impulses that are part of their new nature, and yet, some choose to fight it. I think it’s this exact struggle that makes vampires such appealing and even relatable story characters. We humans face the same sort of dilemmas every day – we’re all tempted at times to do things we know we shouldn’t. Watching vamps struggle with this on a more dramatic scale reminds us of our own experiences. This is what makes it possible for readers to love vampires.

In my story Eternity and a Year, that’s what makes it possible for Carrie to love her fiancé, who returns after a year long disappearance as a vampire. Being together again is a struggle, but they’re both convinced that the love and experiences they shared as a human couple will see them through – even if they are being hunted by an evil vampiress who’s totally forsaken her humanity and is determined to do murder.

What about you – if you’re a fan of good vampire fiction, what do you find appealing about them?

Blurb:

Having already lost her fiancé once, Carrie is determined when he finds
her again to see that their love lasts for the eternity that he promised
her – even if he is a vampire, and being hunted by another who’s already
proven that she’ll kill for him.

Available from Total-E-Bound.

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Bio:

Ranae Rose writes red-hot romance. She lives on the US East Coast and is an avid reader and writer who can’t resist a good love story, and the hotter the better. You can find out more about Ranae and her books at:www.ranaerose.com

Hello everyone! Today I am continuing my story of lust, love and a tall dark stranger. Today’s Wank Wednesday prompt is #bell and the Silver Flash prompt is “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The Colour of Night –Journal entry 4.

Dear Journal,

It was like Big Ben went off in my head, bells and whistles and flashing lights were all blaring telling me to run away, to get out. Every sane sense in my body was telling me I was in danger, yelling sat me “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” but I chose not to listen to sanity.

I can’t tell you why I trusted him, I mean he just confessed he was a vampire so he was either a monster or a complete lunatic but I did trust him and yes, I wanted to be fucked. So I ignored the imagined bells of warning in my head and stayed where I was.

“I’m glad you said that, it’s been so long since I had a meal I was so desperate to fuck.”

“You should eat in classier places than macdonalds, then,” I laughed nervously.

“Very droll, my love, now shut up and let me fuck you.”

“Okay,” I squeaked as he kissed my neck and pushed my shoulder straps down until the dress pooled around my waist and the bra dropped away and got lost in the abundance of soft cotton around us. I imagined what it might be like to have his teeth digging in to my soft flesh and I found myself thoroughly turned on. I wanted him to suck my blood, I don’t know journal, I used to be so vanilla and kind of boring really but my Master has changed me. Hell, the fact I so happily refer to him as Master when I don’t know his name shows that.

It was a whirr of passion from there on in, Journal. I’d like to tell you of every minute detail but I was overwhelmed and I do not remember the mundane things. I don’t know how I lost all my clothes or if he was even wearing any to start with but I do remember being pressed against his naked body, my soft curves pressed into his hard lines.

“A feast, a delight,” he purred, his fingers burrowed deep within me, his cool lips tracing across my chest, nipping at my straining nipples, “you are delicious.”

“Fuck me,” I groaned, my body alight with desire, “please, Master, fuck me.”

“No,” He snapped, “I’ll fuck you when I am ready. I don’t want to rush this.”

He didn’t rush. He kissed every inch of my skin and left me whimpering below him as he replaced his fucking fingers with his flicking tongue. I came. I came with him buried between my thighs. I tensed, expected the bite but it didn’t come.

“I’ve learnt,” he said as he licked his lips, “over time, that if you can wait out until the second or even third orgasm the jolt of pure ecstasy when you feed is worth the agony of anticipation. Plus I’ve always enjoyed eating cunt and yours is an absolute treat. Now I’m ready to fuck you. Get on your hands and knees, now.”

I pulled together my aching limbs and moved into the position he wanted. I blushed, I knew the position left me open intimately to his gaze and I have a little insecurity about my big arse but he stroked my flesh so lovingly that I soon forgot my hang ups. Then he spanked me.

“Ow,” I gasped.

“That was for being obtuse.” His hand fell again.

“And this is being demanding.”

He continued to slap me and I loved it, oh dear Journal it stung, it really stung but it also made me feel light headed and flooded my pussy with sweet pleasure.

“And these,” He gasped hitting my reddened buttocks with renewed vigour, “Are for being so fucking gorgeous.”
Just as I wanted to cry out and beg for mercy, just when my arse felt as if it glowed with heat, just as I was about to sob he stopped slamming his hand down and forced his cock into me.

I write forced, what I mean is eased. He slipped into me so easily and my greedy pussy clenched and grabbed at him as he thrust. I wanted it so badly.

“Tell me, how you feel,” he panted, “tell me.”

“So full,” I panted, I tried to engage my brain, I wanted to make sense, to be poetic, to let him know how good I felt but I could not think. I just babbled out what I felt. “So hot, so alive. I feel like such a slut, your slut, I want to please you, pleasure you, want you to come inside me. I ache with the want of it.”

“Yes,” he growled, “yes, sweet Joanne, oh fuck.”

He reached round and pressed a thin finger to my clit. I was amazed that I was so close to orgasm again but it only took a few strokes of his finger combined with the rampant fucking of hi s cock to make me come.

I screamed, I clenched, he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, stretched my neck and his fangs dug into me. Yes, fangs. I felt the length of them pierce me but then I was immersed in the circuit of pure joy flowing round my body. I came and I came and shuddered and moaned and the high didn’t drop off until his mouth pulled away from me.
We dropped to the bed and lay still.

He pulled me to him, curved around my back and gently kissed my neck. It stopped stinging.

“My name is Henry and I think I love you.”

I was silent for a long moment, words just wouldn’t come.

“I think I love you, too, Master.”

And with those words my fate was sealed.

And that, my friends, is that. The end (for now, anyway) of Joanne’s journal entries. If you’re looking for more hot vamp action though, check out my Point Vamp Series.

If you enjoyed this check out the other Wank Wednesday entries and also be sure to visit all the Silver Flashers below! Lots of hot fiction to brighten up your Wednesday!

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Heather Lin (M/F)

Ryssa Edwards (M/M)

Lily Sawyer (M/M)

Pia Valeno (M/M)

Lindsay Klug (M/F)

West Thornhill (M/M)

Pender Mackie <m/M)

Freddy Mackay