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Happy 2015!!!

So I am participating in my first ever blog hop. I figured it was a good way to ring in 2015.
Here's how it works: Participating authors have linked to each other with this button. When you click the button below, you will be traveling on to the blog of author, A. Catherine Noon.

Okay, so BloodLust: Armani is a WIP novel that I have been working on since September of 2012. This is my first novel and with everything else I have going on in my life, it is being written very slowly. What amazes me is the fact that I am just as passionate about writing it today as I was when I started it in 2012. Its just one of those stories that has to be told. 

A novel about a lustful Italian Renaissance noble, turned
vampire – his past, his present, his future.

 When Armani Foscari, sees the beautiful human, Karlea, walk through the doors of the private Manhattan vampire club alone, he thinks she is incredibly stupid, although she seems confident and brave. Any human that comes into the club without a vampire escort is fair game, she must want to die. Maybe he should feel bad for her because these monsters will tear her apart – too late her blood has already tempted him.

Claiming his prize before any others can, Armani compels her to leave with him, but it takes more effort than it should. Armani will derive his own twisted pleasure before draining her until her heart stops beating, but he will soon discover her dark desires and her recent past as a lover to a vampire; one that left because she was somehow too much to handle, and was why she was in the club that night, alone, to find him.

Intrigued, Armani must resist the urge to kill and keep her alive, determined to get her to give in to her desires, and be completely submissive to him. Together their chemistry is on fire, even as she resists him at every turn. Can he keep her human and get her to accept, what he wants to be, her new life?

Armani and Karlea will heat up the pages as their exquisitely lusty and passionate vampire bond consumes them. BloodLust: Armani will tempt you, posess you, and leave you breathless…and definitely craving more.

Genre: Vampire Erotica
Heat Level: XXX

Excerpt:

This excerpt I am about to share, happens in the first half of the book. After Armani has kidnapped Karlea in Manhattan; he has hidden her away in his Chicago penthouse, feeding her large quantities of his blood - bloodbonding her to him. The bloodbond, perhaps, making her warm up to Armani a little too quickly.

She handed him back his glass, in hopes of pulling her hand away, but his free hand placed an unbreakable grip on her hand, keeping it in place as he set down the wine glass. He returned to caressing her palm, Karlea trying desperately not to fall victim to the waves.

“Something wrong?” Armani said with all seriousness.

“No,” Karlea lied.

Seconds later, she couldn’t stand it anymore. Before she knew what she was doing, she pushed Armani down by the shoulders and jumped on top of him, straddling him. Armani smirked and cautiously put his hands just above her knees, letting his nails scratch her skin as he dragged them up her thighs, pushing the short skirt of her dress up, revealing her black lacy underwear.
Karlea stared at him, but made no attempt to stop him. Armani decided to take it a step further to see her reaction; he carefully rubbed the black lace against her crotch, then slipped his finger between the lace and her softly shaven skin, it felt like silk. She was warm, wet, and ready. Armani was waiting for her to grab his hand and stop him, but instead her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the touch. He pushed the lace to the side, wanting to see it, in all its beauty; tattoos that started at her hips and led down there, ended down there. He wanted to bite her and cause her pain. His eyes changed to red, with speed, he slightly sat up and lifted her one handed, until he could reach her with his mouth. He bit down hard on the softly shaven skin, her blood flowing into his mouth, Karlea replied with a deep moan.

Karlea ran her fingers through his hair and left them on the back of his head, holding him there, letting him drink. He finally pulled away as the wound healed, blood dripping down; he licked it up and set Karlea back down where she was previously. Within seconds, Karlea was clawing at the belt on his pants, gracefully undoing it; Armani helped her rip the button and zipper open, letting his well endowed manhood make an appearance. Armani pushed her lace underwear to the side and helped his manhood enter her. He held onto her hips and pushed her all the way down on him, Karlea almost screaming instead of moaning; Armani used her hips to pull her up, then down on him, creating their rhythm. 

Armani sat up and Karlea wrapped her legs around his waist without breaking the rhythm; she went for his mouth, planting her lips on his, kissing him hard and deeply, Armani returning the kiss just as hard and deeply. He never wanted to kiss someone so badly, neither human nor vampire, in all of his existence She pulled away and kissed his neck, biting it as hard as she could, making Armani moan. Armani yanked at the lace underwear and freed it from her body, tossing it into the fire, watching it burn.

Armani grabbed onto the straps of her dress and bra, and ripped them in two; there she was all naked in front of him. He stared at her pale white body and ran his hands all over her skin, then watched as his manhood went in and out of her.

He grabbed her wrists and held them tightly behind her, while his other hand grabbed onto her hair and yanked back. He slammed his fangs into her throat as she screamed out. He drank as she moaned over and over.

He finally pushed her down on the sofa, releasing her hands and hair, his manhood never once falling out of her. As he was above her, Karlea reached up his black t-shirt and touched his chest with her hands, feeling the strength in his chest. She pulled his shirt up and Armani helped to pull it over his head; Karlea kept running her fingers over his perfectly sculpted torso, admiring his tattoos that she never knew existed.

Holding onto Armani tight, Karlea climaxed all around him, she stopped breathing for what seemed longer than what a human should be able to. As her breath returned, she still held Armani tightly, not wanting to let him go. He wasn’t finished with her. Armani picked the rhythm back up and despite Karlea probably being exhausted, she managed to keep up, obviously wanting more.

They both mutually let go of the tight hold they had on each other as Armani sat up slightly. Karlea caressed Armani’s tattooed body. Armani eventually taking one of her hands and pinning it above her head, locking his fingers into hers; He grabbed her other hand and pinned it above her head, he used his index finger to caress the palm of her hand.

“I’m going to try to share something with you,” He said softly, still caressing her palm, “after I bite you, I need you to bite me as hard as you can again.”

"It would be better if you could break the skin," Armani added.
"Okay," Karlea said, the excitement rising in her; what was he going to share? She 

hoped he had change his mind and was going to turn her, but the fact that she had to bite him as hard as she could and break skin, didn't make sense with how a human was turned. Maybe he needed her to bite him to fuel the turning; maybe turning him on, gave him the strength in his blood to turn her.
"Not yet," Armani smirked, reading her thoughts.
Armani stopped caressing her palm to lock his fingers with hers. He continued the rhythm until the moment seemed right; biting down on her neck, letting the warm blood fill his mouth and his throat as gently he sucked, trying to make it feel good for her. It was hard for her not to lose herself in the moment, especially with her body being on the brink of climaxing again, his gentle sucking pushing her to the edge; she wanted to forget everything and just feel, but she arched her body and went for Armani’s neck, using the strength from the vampire blood within her to bite down as hard as she could.

It totally sent her over the edge as she felt Armani fall off the edge too, their fingers locking tighter as animalistic sounds escaped them.

Karlea felt the waves, hitting the peak and then going over to hit another peak, only this time she didn’t go over, she stayed at the peak feeling incredible. Karlea opened her eyes to find herself bathed in bright white light, her body glistening naked. She turned to her side to find Armani on his side, his head propped up on his hand, watching her as he smiled .

Karlea tried to speak, “I feel so amazing,” she whispered.

Armani put his arm around her, “I know, I’m glad I’m able to get you here. I’ve never been able to come here, but you do something to me I don’t understand.”

"What is this place?" "Remember when you met me, I said I would make you feel the best you ever felt, that I would take you to another plan of existence?" Armani said, "This is it." How--?" Karlea whispered. "Remember how I said I'm a sexual vampire?" Karlea nodded. "I feed not only off blood but sexual energy. I can take all that sexual energy and make you come here. I usually do this before I kill. But as I said I've never been able to come here until now. Somehow I was able to harvest all that energy between us and get here too. I feel human here."

Armani pulled her into him. “We have to go back. Are you ready?”

Karlea couldn’t respond. She buried her face into Armani’s neck, Armani holding her tight.

They returned to their place, their animalistic screams resuming for a few seconds as they finished the waves of their climax. Armani collapsed into her, Karlea wrapping her arms tightly around him, holding him to her chest.

Thunder snapped Karlea out of her daydream. She jumped, feeling a slight pain in her neck, she grabbed onto Armani out of breath. He quicklywrapped his arm around her.

“The storm is getting closer. Are you okay?”

Karlea touched the pain in her neck and felt the blood that had dripped down.

“You caused that daydream.”

“I suppose I did.” Armani smiled, wiping his mouth. Armani expected her to let go, but instead she held on and rested her head on him, trying to finish catching her breath.

“Wow.” She said ever so quietly.

After her breath returned she said with conviction, “I need to dance.”  

It was either that or she tear his clothes off for real.

Happy Reading!!!