Tuesday, October 24, 2023

We meet an ancient, elegant #vampire on the #romance writers’ blog today, in a #teaser as Sascha rescues the girl who will become the love of his life from the threat of another vampire’s hunger. #paranormalromance #shifter #romance #steamy @elodieparkes The Black Lion

 

When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in The Black Lion nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life. He hesitates, even though he’s drawn to her until...

When she is threatened, he acts. When he is hungry, she hunts.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?

A sizzling, paranormal romance, full of surprises.


Read the excerpt: Edited by the author from the 18+ original in the book to PG for this blog


Sascha gazed at the young woman, whose name, Melissa, he’d stored away like a precious jewel. He memorized the heart shaped face, the big green eyes, the dimple in her right cheek. He moistened his top lip with the tip of his tongue as he considered her mouth. I’d love to hold her close, just feel her warmth against me. I’d like more … I bet her hair feels like silk. He sighed as his gaze traced the length of her glossy chestnut hair. It fell around her shoulders and down her back. Sascha longed to grasp a handful, pull her close, and kiss her. He imagined it. He recalled her look in the mirror at the bar. She was interested in him. It was obvious, and his own ineptitude was why he stood staring down at her, instead of grasping her to his form. I could have compelled her. I could give her so much love…

A low voice to his left suddenly invaded his thoughts.

“She’s not for you, brother. I see your scrutiny. I saw her first.”

Sascha prickled with anger at the voice and himself for not hearing the approach, nor scenting this man who leaned casually against the barrier. His fury burned in his chest and he whispered dangerously. “Who the hell are you?”

The man stood straight and so did Sascha.

They faced each other.

Sascha caught the vague smell of vampire heavily disguised by a mix of sandalwood, cedar, rosemary. How could I have missed a vampire in the club? He must have just arrived.

“I’ll ask you again. Who are you? I know what you are.”

The man before him sighed and waved a hand elegantly. “Fonteyn. Pleased to meet you, brother.”

Sascha bristled. “I’m not your brother.”

“Come now, it’s just a greeting, between two of the same kind. I’ve seen you here before. You’re not very careful or perhaps you’re more daring than I am. I thought to make a friend after many years without meeting another … vampire.” His low voice dropped to a conspiring whisper. He mouthed the last word and then grinned.

Sascha ached to slaughter this threat to his happiness. He was far from desirous of a friend. He’d never experienced anything but rivalry from other vampires and didn’t trust any of them, although he stopped short at violence toward them. His life in the early days had been harsh and he knew it could be a difficult life. “You disguise yourself well. I’ve never seen you here.” Sascha decided on a friendlier approach.

“Practice, herbs, and the truth is I’ve only been here a few times before tonight.” Fonteyn glanced away from Sascha’s face and down at the table where the young woman now sat alone watching her friends gyrate on the dance floor a few yards away.

Sascha’s instinct was to back off—pretend he had no more interest in the girl to make sure she wouldn’t be in any danger from this other vampire. “I didn’t realize she was with you, Fonteyn. How long have you known her?” He coated his voice with acceptance, resignation.

Fonteyn looked back at him. His black eyes full of suspicion, and then he changed. His expression told Sascha this vampire Fonteyn believed he was no longer interested in the girl.

“I followed her here. Her fragrant blood drew me like a moth to a flame. The sway of her hips, the shimmer of her hair as she passed me on the corner of the street were like a magnet for me. I fell in love. What a morsel. What a tasty, rare treat she will be when I eat later.”

Sascha was as tall as Fonteyn, but more muscular and healthy. Turned in the early prime of his life, Sascha retained his youthful looks, his beauty enhanced by vampirism. He radiated masculinity, sex. Ancient, his life experience made him gentle.

Fonteyn was older when turned. Still, he was handsome, Sascha reflected. His black hair traced with only a few strands of silver. His black eyes fringed with dark lashes, he had an exotic air.

Sascha gave the slightest nod of his head. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Fonteyn’s dismay at Sascha’s intention to go was apparent on his face.

“Going so soon, brother? Maybe I’ll see you again here.” He almost bowed. It was a weird, old-fashioned movement, and caused Sascha to question what era Fonteyn hailed from.

Sascha shook his head. “I’ve tired of the place. I dropped by tonight out of habit. I doubt I’ll be back.” His lie left a bitter taste in his mouth. He turned and left the place via the balcony. He only stopped shaking with anger when his feet touched the ground below.

Sascha burned with fear for Melissa. He groaned in pain at the thought of her becoming Fonteyn’s meal. A huge shudder went through him. He tore into the nightclub not even a blur to the doorman nor the patrons. His presence like a breeze, moved the frilly cuffs of Goth shirts, ruffled tendrils of long hair, put ripples in satin evening dresses, and he picked the young woman up. He flew with her so fast her hair streamed out behind her, her cry of surprise and fear was lost in the night. The small evening bag on its gilt chain draped across her body, bounced against her hip.

Sascha stopped running only when he was halfway home. He settled on a rooftop and looked around. He held Melissa close to his chest. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m saving you from someone who meant to harm you.” He raised his head and breathed in the night. Identifying smells and sifting through sounds in search of Fonteyn. There was no sign that he’d followed … no sign at all. Sascha placed the trembling woman on the felt membrane of the flat roof. They stood behind a sign. Huge letters cut from wood were anchored to the edge of the roof. Sascha could tell it read, Happy Inn.

“Melissa, please don’t be afraid. I had to do this. My name is Sascha.”

Her eyes wide, she stared at him.

He picked her up and looked around. The next roof had a small table and chairs on it. Strings of tiny, colored fairy lights blinked around a door in a wall. Someone lived over the top of the neighboring business. He leapt to the next roof. Strode to the table and chairs, sat on one and brought Melissa onto his knee. He cradled her there against his chest.

Sascha felt her shaking. His arm tightened around her and with the other hand, he stroked her hair, her cheek. “Shush … shush … you’re safe with me. Safe…” He whispered the words. Even though his breath caught in his throat, as he fought down the need to kiss her—to devastate her with kisses. He swallowed the scent of her now. He sensed only a little fear in her. Something else made her shake. She wasn’t easy to read, unless his heightened emotions were in the way. He rocked her gently. His hand slipped through her hair and he held her head to his chest. “Melissa, I had to do this, please … I’ll explain, but it will be scary. What I tell you will be shocking.” A fleeting thought furrowed his brow, if being carried at enormous speed isn’t shocking enough.

He rocked her.

She put a hand on his chest to push away from him. “Tell me. It’s okay. I’m not afraid.”

Sascha’s eyes closed for a few seconds. A rush of desire tightened his stomach at the sound of her voice and touch of her hand.

“You’re shaking.”

She shook her head. “Not with fear.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Hot Ink Press, a division of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

 

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https://www.amazon.com/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6

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5 stars on Good Reads 


“From the minute I met out hero Sascha, I was intrigued and a bit in love. He has an old world quality that endears you, and when you discover his secret… you understand why. Melissa has her own mysteries. Independent and feisty, she has an instant connection with Sascha. They come together in a dazzling display of lust, possibility, and emotion. Their bond deepens swiftly, and as the story goes on, we begin to really understand why.

Black lion is a fantastic short. Sexy, inventive, and charming, it’s the perfect novella to cuddle up with when you’re looking for a paranormal romp in fantasy land. I highly recommend it.”

4 stars, reviewed by Natasha Jackson for a Readers’ Favorite

 

“When The Black Lion begins we know that a man, who we later learn is called Sascha, is on the hunt. For sex or something else, we aren’t quite sure until he spots a beautiful woman from whom he can feed. But when he spots, well ... smells, Melissa he has a lot more than food on his mind. Melissa is enthralled, but Sascha is gone before he can make a move and so begins Elodie Parkes’ new paranormal tale of love and lust.

When Sascha intercedes to save her from another of “his kind,” Melissa isn’t shocked because she has her own secrets. But before secrets are revealed, the attraction between Sascha and Melissa must be acted upon before the jealous person looming in the shadows can make their move.

From the moment they meet at the The Black Lion club there is a strong connection pulling Melissa and Sascha together, or is it something else? This short story from Elodie Parkes is a perfect fantasy combining love, secrets, and a hidden enemy in just a few short pages. And the love scenes are as hot as I’ve come to expect of Parkes; they are just descriptive enough to make you blush and understand how a couple could so quickly succumb to their emotions. The Black Lion is short but it is well written and the author has a frank voice that cuts to the chase, because why should supernatural beings waste so much time being poetic when they've been talking for centuries? This genre is an acquired taste but Elodie Parkes gets the job done every time.”



 


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