Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Please Welcome Special Guest - Denyse Bridger



Thank you for having me on When One Is Not Enough! Hunter's Game is currently the 4th of my titles to enter the Top 10 Best-sellers on the New Dawning Book Fair site - this is one of the hottest paranormal titles I've ever written. If you like your vampires dark, lethal, and oh so sexy, check out this short novella.... or STOLEN RAPTURE, also from New Dawning.


HUNTERS’ GAME
(Vampire, erotic, ménage, Dom/s)
ARe 

Blurb: In modern Toronto, two vampires stalk the night, their hunting a game that is seductive and deadly. In a darkly compelling Goth Club, they find the prey they seek for their pleasures, and the night runs crimson with blood and unquenchable thirsts....

Excerpt:

Inside, the bar was murky. Her vision flared with preternatural sharpness, defining shapes and shadows with vivid clarity. The stairwell echoed weirdly, distorting sound with the hammering beat of the music and she almost floated into the dark room.

At the top of the stairs, she paused again. Her heartbeat quickened with each step she took closer to contact with Demetri. The fiery red fixture hanging from the ceiling sent tendrils of light spiraling outward, crimson streaks glinted off chrome, absorbed by the shadows. A powerful strobe turned the dancers into frantic marionettes as the madness of primal music carried them into their own private darkness.

A flicker of reddish blond hair caught her eye and her vampiric sight pierced the murky atmosphere, saw him smile at her from across the room. Already her body hummed with the knowledge that his hands would soon be on her skin, inciting a hunger that no one else could feed.

She brushed past the few who lingered near the top of the stairs, and skirted the metal bars that gave the place such a distinctive look. By the time she reached where he’d been, he’d vanished. Grinding her teeth, she whirled around and studied the crowd. Again, his pale presence drew her. One arched eyebrow rose in amused challenge.

“Your game is intriguing, love,” she whispered. He’d hear her despite the deafening music.

And which role do you prefer to play? Predator or prey? His answer whispered inside her head, and she grinned.

What does it matter? It always ends the same and I have never objected.

“Can I get you a drink?”

She started, and reluctantly looked away from her lover. The newcomer was tall and thin, dressed in black pants and vest over a starkly white shirt. He had shoulder-length hair that haloed a face that reflected both innocence and sensual knowledge. He was rather exquisite.

She nodded and allowed him to guide her to the bar. She accepted a glass of red wine and strolled toward the central row of tables. As expected, the boy followed her, but she stopped at the half-wall bordering the dance floor instead of moving into the shadows where tables afforded more privacy. She leaned on the wide ledge that acted as a counter, and peered at the gyrating dancers who turned the area into a roiling sea of color.

“You’re very beautiful,” the young man whispered.

“Thank you,” she replied into his ear. “What is your name?”

“Felix. You are?”

“Cliantha.” She searched the room for Demetri. The tingle within her began to fan outward, heat and longing growing more intense with each moment that he denied her. She looked up at Felix, her fingers trailing lightly over his arm. She leaned into him, creating a small circle of intimacy around them as she angled her body toward him.

Cliantha?

She closed her eyes and shuddered, her body aching with arousal. Demetri’s voice inside her head was a caress, a promise of passion and madness to be indulged at their whim. His displeasure at her companion’s attention amused her, but she wasn’t foolish enough to disregard his annoyance. She smiled at the boy. Before she could utter a sound, Demetri appeared at her back.

“My love,” she murmured as he pushed aside the collar of her silk jacket and lowered his lips to the bared curve of her neck. A flush crawled up her spine and quivered in her stomach as she arched into him.

“Go.” The boy fled at Demetri’s quiet command.

Cliantha writhed when he pulled her hips snug to his.

“Why did you want to come here, Demetri?” Her voice became breathless as their bodies moved in subtle rhythm with the blaring music. She tried to turn, but he refused her movement.

Demetri’s hands shifted, slid under her jacket, and covered her breasts. His fingers teased rigid nipples, tugging the sensitive tips as he pressed more tightly to her. She guided his left hand to her thigh, making him murmur his approval. She raised her foot to the footrest then leaned away from him, invitation blatant.

He hesitated, so she moved his hand between her legs, shaking in anticipation of what he’d do when he encountered bare skin. Demetri’s right hand splayed across her stomach, held her immobile as he penetrated her moist depths, fingers burrowing into her flesh as she tried not to cry out her pleasure. She quaked in his arms, thrilled to his touch, her body caught in the crossfire of bloodlust and the desperate need to have him inside her.

“Fuck me, Demetri.” She cared nothing of their surroundings.

“In front of all these mortals?” His words were soft with amusement, reminding her of furtive glances being cast in their direction. Demetri’s expert fingers teased, gliding over hyper-sensitive flesh as he kissed the side of her neck and his tongue caressed the throbbing vein at the base.

“Tell me what you want, slut.” His voice was a commanding rasp next to her ear. His fingers pushed deeper into her pussy, sliding in and out in a rapid rhythm, while his thumb toyed with her clit.

“I have,” she gasped. “As talented as your fingers are, I want your cock. Fuck me until I can’t stand up!”

He bit into her neck, just enough to draw a drop or two of blood. His growl made her breath catch, and she moaned, her cunt clenching his stroking fingers. “Please... Demetri...”



STOLEN RAPTURE 
Genres: Erotic/vampire/ménage/ D/s

Blurb: When work brings Deluna Jordan face to face with a man who knows her better than she knows herself, she soon discovers he shares everything with his boss, including lovers…and a thirst for blood…and she is about to become the lucky recipient of all their desires…



Denysé

"Live the Romance, Become the Fantasy..."
** Predators & Editors Best Author 2012 **
** Best-Selling Author of 2011 **
Bound By Passion (adult content)

4 comments:

Denysé Bridger said...

Thanks so much for having me as your guest today, Lily!

Lorraine Carey said...

I am just getting into reading the Romance genre, and Denyse Bridger will be the first author of choice! Her latest Hunters’ Game sounds really intriguing ! She has amazed me as to how many novels she has written. What an amazing woman!

Denysé Bridger said...

Thank you so much, Lorraine. Very kind of you to stop by and say such nice things!!! :)

Celtic Chick said...

Hi Denyse,

I just wanted to stop by and say hi.
Congrats on all of your new releases. I don't think there is one book from you that I wouldn't read. They all sound interesting and very hot.

Best wishes!
Kelley