Friday, December 13, 2013

Tamsin Flowers on The Crimson Bond

My lovely friend Tamsin Flowers is here with us today! She's having an awesome end to her writing year, with many new releases in anthologies and otherwise. I'm delighted to turn the floor over to her.

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Hi Annabeth,

I'm delighted to be here today and I've brought you a scene from my latest release, The Crimson Bond. This is the story of three passionate vampires who become entangled in a complex and ever-shifting love triangle as allegiances change and flow between them. Willow Jackson, a na├»ve young student, is accidentally transformed into a vampire when Etienne Corbeau takes too much of her blood. Saved from certain death by his vampire wife, Elouise, Willow forms a bond with the two of them that can never be broken but that will always cause conflict between them…

The excerpt I've chosen for today is from fairly early in the book, before Willow has become a vampire. It's the first encounter between Willow and Elouise, when neither of them have any idea what they will become to each other. Willow is afraid that she's been attacked by a vampire and goes to confront the man she believes responsible for the attack, but instead she meets his wife… It's an important scene because it shows just how easily Willow is seduced by the two vampires - even though she wants to resist them, she finds them powerless under their spell. And it's a pivotal scene for this very reason - if she had managed to resist them, perhaps she could have escaped being transformed into a vampire herself. But where would be the story in that?

Enjoy!

Tamsin

Blurb

Willow Jackson develops an unhealthy obsession Etienne Corbeau; little does she realise he's a suave, sophisticated vampire. After appearing in her dreams, Willow is astounded to find Etienne in her room for real and even more shocked when, in the throes of a passion she can’t resist, he sinks his teeth into her neck and drinks her blood.

But Etienne is greedy and to save Willow's life, his wife Elouise forces her to drink vampire blood. From this moment Willow is herself a vampire, forming an unbreakable bond with Elouise which forces her to choose between the beautiful new vampire and her husband of two centuries.

As Willow learns to tame her bloodlust and vampire sex carries her to new heights of physical pleasure, Elouise is snatched away from her. The battle lines are drawn: now she and Etienne will fight for possession of the woman they both love...

Excerpt

“What’s your name?” said Willow, still leaning back against the wall. Her voice was shaky and she glanced at where she’d left the whisky on the table.

The woman followed her gaze and picked up the glass.

“I’m Elouise. Elouise Day. I married Etienne in 1920, the year he changed me.”

“Changed you?” Willow couldn’t believe the woman in front of her was claiming to have been married for nearly a hundred years.

“Into a vampire.”

She pointed up to her open mouth with a finger and for the first time Willow noticed two sharper looking teeth on either side of her upper jaw. Hardly fangs, but definitely pointed.

She stepped toward Willow with the glass and held it to her lips. Willow gulped the strong alcohol gratefully.

“For you to have become a vampire, you would have had to drink some of his blood in return.” Her eyes narrowed for a second. “Which I assume you didn’t?”

“No,” said Willow, shaking her head.

Elouise put the glass down on the table behind her. She was standing very close to Willow now and she placed one of her hands on Willow’s shoulder. She stared intensely at Willow’s face with sharp, emerald eyes. Willow took a nervous breath. The air around her smelled deliciously of sandalwood and myrrh.

“Etienne was telling the truth. You are very beautiful.” Her voice had lowered by a half tone and she spoke slowly, each word caressing Willow’s ears.

In a sudden blur of movement she had both Willow’s hands pinned back against the wall above her head. Her wrists were crossed and held in a vice-like grip by one of Elouise’s hands. With her other hand, she gently peeled away the dressing on Willow’s neck. She moved in closer until Willow felt the vampire’s breath on her throat.

Willow turned her head away from the vampire. But the rest of her body was powerless to move, paralyzed by something stronger than fright. Elouise Day had a power that drained her will to resist. She felt the stroke of a tongue close to her collarbone, gliding over the two wounds.

Not again, she thought to herself and a whimper escaped her lips. But even as she shied away from the female vampire, she needed to experience the searing combination of pain and pleasure again.

“Shhhhhh, pretty girl,” whispered Elouise, lifting her head to look up at her. She touched Willow’s mouth with a soft finger, a caress that made Willow’s legs weaker still.

“Etienne,” she called in a deep, guttural voice. “Come and watch me feed on your little blood-baby.”

Willow saw a streak of grey cross the room and then Etienne Corbeau appeared at his wife’s side. He put a hand up to her bobbed hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back, kissing her ferociously inches from Willow’s face. Willow felt the pleasure sensors deep within her waken and stir.

Then he pushed Elouise roughly away and turned the full beam of his dark eyes on Willow. Elouise licked her lips with a satisfied smile.

“Please let me go,” whispered Willow.

But as she said it, her mind was bombarded with memories of what had happened last time she’d seen Etienne. His hands on her breasts and his mouth at her throat. The searing pain had become as addictive as pleasure. She whimpered as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her hips away from the wall toward the vampire.

As fear was overcome by longing, Willow felt both of the vampires’ hands on her body.

Buy links

You'll find The Crimson Bond at Secret Cravings, Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance and Smashwords.



Tamsin Flowers
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the words of one reviewer, 'Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.' Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies , for publishers including Cleis Press, Xcite Books and Go Deeper Press. She has now graduated to novellas with the intention of penning her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin's Superotica or Tamsin Flowers.

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