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Eva2I don’t know about you but I find the concept of vampires rather … chilly. I mean, without warm blood circulating in their veins, I don’t see a lot of hope for cuddling time. I know that other authors do. Take for example the Twilight series with its golden sparkly vamps. From the movie, you would think Edward would be quite warm and maybe his pale features were merely a result of Western Washington’s lack of sunshine. Ha! Could it be possible?

But when I think of vampires I think cold. Chilly as a plate of sashimi. Frozen like ice. Oh, maybe the skin is smooth and tempting in its pallid perfection – I don’t see many vampires with acne LOL – but it simply IMO cannot be warm. And you know what that means ladies – that frozen cock ain’t warm either!

I thought about all this as I was writing Darkest Flowers. It’s a M/M romance and the antagonist is a vampire. So yes, he’s quite cool to the touch. So is his …member. But then I wondered who exactly would find such a temperature a relief (besides us peri-menopausal gals!) and decided it had to be someone overheated. Someone with an out-of-control thermometer. A tortured soul. One named Henri Muller. From there, it was only a matter of convincing Henri the vampire might help him more than hurt him. My reluctant botanist eventually came around….

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DARKEST FLOWERS

 

Botanist Henri Muller will do almost anything for a flower—even brave a forest fire. Scarred and heartbroken, he journeys to a greenhouse run by a reclusive proprietor with a mysterious green thumb and a potent sexuality. Henri’s startled by their passionate encounter, but when he discovers the vampire’s bite soothes his tormented body and soul he longs to stay though the cure is deadly.

 

Ambrose is a shy monster with a lonely heart. Will Henri choose to become his mate or will he let Ambrose wilt and die like a neglected flower? With each passing day, Ambrose grows weaker…

Excerpt: Henri’s heat problem

Henri turned and sped down the hall, going as fast as his bad leg allowed. He couldn’t talk about Jack, or teaching, or his career plans anymore. He feared he had no future at all. Panic gripped him. Hands shaking, he rushed back to his room and examined his face in the mirror. The scars were swollen and bright red. They burned at his touch and he moaned in despair. His body ached for Ambrose to cool him back down. God, I need him. But I can’t. I can’t. He’ll kill me.

Memories flooded back and he wheeled away from the mirror, stumbling, his eyes closed, but behind them the recent past flashed through his mind’s eye. Seeing Jack fucking the man against the couch. Jack’s cruel rejection of him. Leaving for the research area. Running head-long into the fire. Jesus, I was insane. What was I thinking? I must have had a death wish even back then.

As if his body didn’t already bear enough witness to the awful truth, his legs shook so bad they would no longer support him. Trembling, Henri sat on the edge of the bed and collapsed backward. He shivered with heat, and quickly tore his clothes off. Sweat pooled on his chest, down his belly, rivulets following the creases between his thighs. He gripped the sheets and writhed on the bed as an out of control wildfire consumed him, just as bad as the inferno at Woodcock Bog. Panting, he yearned for Ambrose’s cold touch. “Ambrose, save me!”

Perhaps the vampire’s bite was the caress of death, but as Henri blazed hotter than he’d ever been before, he knew he’d soon die without it. Terror battered his chest, fear melted his bones. His pulse raced and the fever grew each second until his sight went blind and his brain overheated. Only Ambrose could cool him down now, but did choosing him mean certain death?

The book releases Friday, June 13th from MLR Press.

In other news, Kink Club Blues goes on tour tomorrow!

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Here are the stops:

More later,

Eva

 

Author Bio and Contact:

 

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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