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?

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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?”

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!

Julie Hayes (M/M)

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

Freddy Mackay

One of the stars of Silver Screen Dream! Please don’t let Johnny the Djinn know I call her a star, he’s convinced he’s the only one in the whole book, vain magical being that he is!

Anyway, meet the lovely, Bollywood loving Laura over at Hitting The Hotspot today and please excuse my terrible pun!

Be it a resounding hymn (you really can’t beat it) or a catch pop tune or a love song that hits me in the heart and brings tears to me eyes. Music plays with your emotions. I bet you can think of a song or several songs that evoke a strong emotional response. For me, I cannot listen to “Bright Eyes” from Watership down without crying, in fact just thinking about it is making my eyes sting with unshed tears.

Eternal Flame makes me feel mushy inside and More than Words makes me think of my husband and my heart feels as if it may burst with love when I hear it.

Now my Hero in Lyrical lives in a world of music, it’s how he feels emotion and how he blocks himself off from the world. He likes the predictability of what he listens to and is scared of the world and all the emotion flying about out there. However Chloe is not going to let him stay in his safe cocoon, she’s determined to break through into it and ironically, she does this through her music.

Finally I see Chloe, guitar flung over her shoulder, her fingers tweaking and strumming as she tunes up. The jeans she wears stick to her shapely legs and the black t-shirt above them snugly caresses her curves, revealing a strip of flesh over her tiny, soft stomach. There’s a silver ring looped through her belly button, a little charm dangling from it. I want to go closer and see what it is, but I hold myself back. The black tamed hair of work is now let loose, the curls splayed over her shoulders, rippling with every movement of her head.

My own lips go dry as I contemplate her lips, bruise red and begging to be kissed. Her eyes are heavily made up, the colour over her eyelids a shade lighter than that on her sexy pout. She looks up, fastens me with her dark green gaze and smiles. I smile, waving that little kind of part wave people do when they’re kinda nervous. She waves back, wiggling her fingers one by one and giggling.

“Good evening, everyone.” She speaks into the microphone as she leans herself comfortably on the high stool. “My name is Chloe Green and I’m going to entertain you tonight.”

A rowdy cheer goes up from a group of drunken, big shoulder guys at the end of the bar but Chloe just smiles and takes it all in stride.

“I’m going to mix up some classics with a few songs of my own. Join in with any you know and please enjoy your evening.”

She sits back, breathes in deeply and closes her soulful eyes. Her hand rests gently on the guitar and then strums down in one, smooth movement, the note gently reverberating through me.

I do not know what she sings. The moment her mouth opens I am captured by her voice. Clear, low and sexy. I feel the sound wrapping round me, sliding down my back and chest, dipping to my crotch and teasing my dick to life. Each note is pure and unsullied, her tone perfectly plucking at my flesh, making it prickle and the tiny hairs stand on end.
I vaguely notice that the pub has gone so quiet that I can hear the clink of glasses. She pauses for breath and I erupt with applause. She stops to take a long sip of water after singing several melodious songs.

“This last song is dedicated to someone special.” She grins, leaning into the microphone. “I’ve only recently met him, but he’s unlike any other man I’ve ever known. I think I’ve been driving him wild all week.” She winks my way and my cock hardens further as my cheeks burn red with that attention. “Pete, this one is for you.”

Her voice flows over me again, the strum of the guitar a perfect background to her low, throaty whisper. I try hard to pick out the words as I watch her lips dancing around the song she’s chosen for me.
You know I can’t let you,

Slide through my hands.
Her voice swells as the chorus repeats,
Wild horses,
Couldn’t drag me away,
Wild, wild horses,
Couldn’t drag me away…

I realise for the first time that I wouldn’t want them to drag her from my life . She has driven me to distraction all week, I have the bruises to prove it, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

So what songs stir your emotions?

Hello and welcome to another sexy, smoochy Sunday!

Today’s kiss comes from Getting Intimate, the middle book in my Getting Together Trilogy.

John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can’t shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it’s up to John to convince the woman he loves that she’s the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.

And now, the snog, something a little different (and very hot!) this week:

“Oh, no you don’t, you naughty little boy you.” She lifted her hand away from my flesh and let her thighs open a little below me. “Trying to get off between Mistress’s thighs, eh? You should be ashamed of yourself. You are here to please me first and foremost, boy. Get off my lap.”

I quickly stood up and as I looked into her green, lustrous eyes, I found myself dropping to my knees. I wanted to please her.

“Good boy.” She smiled and patted my head. “Now, it’s your turn to make me feel good. I know you enjoyed your punishment, you naughty little boy. Well now, it’s my turn. I want you to pleasure me.” She lay back and hitched herself up onto the bed. “Come on, don’t dilly-dally. Get up here and make me feel good.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped and crawled onto the bed. I was spoilt for choice. Her skin begged to be kissed, but I didn’t know where to start. I hesitated only a moment and then my lips gravitated to her toes. She giggled as my wet lips touched her ticklish feet, but as I sucked and licked she began to moan and buck her hips. I kissed one foot and then the other before I continued up over her cute, delicate ankles. Her legs were magnificent. Long and full, with shapely calves and thighs. She hated her legs. I don’t know why, they were the kind of legs that men dreamt of, or at least I did. I enjoyed slowly kissing up one, right to those sweet, full thighs that had given me such pleasure moments before. I wanted to continue but I felt wicked, so instead of lifting her knickers and devouring her, I directed my mouth down the other leg, back to her ankle.

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