I read both Crave and Covet (book one in this series) last night, and really enjoyed them both. They are dark, erotic, PNR novella’s. This is a small excerpt from Crave.

Hero – Elite vampire Callum, owner of the erotic theater, Vampirerotique.

Heroine – Werewolf Kristina is on the run from her pack and tries to resist the sexy vampire. But…..

Still holding her, he strode across the room, tossed her onto the bed, and before she had stopped bouncing in the middle of it, was on her. His fingers clamped tightly around her wrists and pinned them hard to the soft striped dark blue and gold covers. Her smile fell away and her pupils dilated when he growled down at her, his hips against hers, holding her immobile and powerless beneath him.

Her fingers flexed and she struggled, a wicked glint in her eyes commanding him to stop her. Vixen. She liked it. He shifted his grip, interlocked their fingers, and pressed her hands down harder, until his muscles tensed, his body went taut, and the urge to snarl tore through him. The scent of her arousal hit him hard. The black chasms of her pupils ate the colour in her irises, confirming her hunger.

Callum snarled and kissed her, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. She moaned and writhed against him, her hands pushing up into his. She almost managed to get the back of her hands off the quilt. Almost. He pressed more of his weight onto her slender hands, stopping her before she managed it, and she groaned and kissed him harder, her teeth clashing with his as their mouths met in short desperate bursts. He wanted to touch her, slide his hands over her supple body and reacquaint himself with her breasts, stomach and groin, but that meant surrendering his grip on her. He was sure the moment he did such a thing, she would have him flat on his back, pinned beneath her, showing him he wasn’t in control and that she could match his strength.

She couldn’t.

Werewolves were weaker than vampires, and he was fairly certain that he was much older than her too.

“Callum,” she breathed into his mouth and he dropped his lips to her throat, kissing and licking, driven by the sound of his name falling so huskily from her lips. He wanted to hear her scream it, needed to be aware of her climax and feel the pleasure rippling through her, knowing that he had given it to her.

He nipped her collarbone with his blunt teeth and then snarled when he reached the black mac she still wore. He wanted it off her. Kristina didn’t move when he sat back and released her hands. She laid on the bed beneath him, panting breathlessly, her breasts heaving delightfully. He made fast work of the belt on her coat and then pulled it open.

His breath stuttered.

Hell.

He wanted to devour her now. She looked too delicious in the little dark red leather corset and short pleated black skirt. If he had known she was wearing this beneath her plain boring mac, he probably wouldn’t have let her out of the suite the first time. He probably wouldn’t have given her a chance to lash out at him. He would have been worshipping her with kisses the moment he had set eyes on her and plunging himself into her warm sheath just a heartbeat later.

“Christ… fuck me,” he whispered, at a loss as to what to do next. He wasn’t sure where to start.

Covet by Felicity Heaton – (Book one Vampire Erotic Theater Romance Series)
Crave by Felicity Heaton – (Book two Vampire Erotic Theater Romance Series)