Althea Yates is a vampire hunter, skilled with the crossbow and the stake. But she knows nothing of a man's touch--or how to control the unladylike dreams that haunt her sleep. That is when they come, two men of unearthly beauty who ravish her in sweet carnal games, taking her to the precipice of exquisite desire and unimaginable erotic pleasure. It is scandalous. Forbidden. Unholy. For her lovers are not men, but vampires--the very beasts she and her father have sworn to destroy.
It is only a dream...until the elegant carriage arrives at the inn, drawn by four black horses. Until Yannick de Wynter, Earl of Brookshire, alights, silver-eyed, determined, and hungry for something she cannot name. And suddenly, Althea is no longer certain whether she has had a dream...or a dangerously erotic premonition...
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1 . Kinky and Sweet!
Posted January 18, 2010 by Kris , AlbertaBeing a big fan of romantic erotica, I enjoyed this book thoroughly. It was sweet and very kinky, with little forays into f/f and m/m, and of course lots of m/m/f. My only wish is that there was more vampiric presence, ie: biting. But that's just me. Really enjoyed it and can't wait to get more of Page's work!
December 31, 2006
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Excerpt from Blood Red by Sharon Page
The Village of Maidensby, Yorkshire, 1818
Can you imagine both our mouths on you, love?
Althea sighed as the seductive male voice whispered behind her. His warm breath danced over the nape of her neck, stirring loose strands of her hair.
A moan spilled from her lips as his big hands closed over her shoulders, slipping beneath the straps of her chemise. One pair of hands--a gentleman's hands, long fingered, elegant. Hot, slightly rough, and all too real.
How could a dream stir her senses so?
Her dream lover massaged her shoulders and the controlled power in his touch vibrated through her. His fingers stroked the top of her spine. A bolt of desire raced down and exploded between her legs, drawing out a gasping sob from her very soul. A desperate sound. A plea.
For mercy? Or for more?
With a low chuckle, he held her as her legs melted beneath her.
Against her ear, his husky voice promised sin.