I could just read Ava’s books all day. 

Genre: M/M Regency Paranormal
Length: Novella
Available from Samhain Publishing, February 23, 2010: http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/ava-march


Some rules are destined to be broken.
Loneliness. A concept with which Raphael Laurent is very familiar. He’s lived a solitary life for thirty-six years, shunning the excesses of the local vampire clan—until he spots Lord Aleric Vane, the handsome and dissolute third son of a duke. For three years Raphael has watched from a distance, for only when he is near Aleric does the hollow, empty ache in his chest ease.

Cut off from his family for refusing to follow his father’s dictates, Aleric’s nights are filled with vice. But after three years in London, the city has lost all appeal. Desolate and penniless, his future appears bleak. Until a mysterious man drops from the shadows to drive off a trio of murderous thieves.

When Aleric awakens, he finds himself forever changed. The itch for more that drove him to London is gone. In its place is the feeling that he’s known the beautiful Raphael all his life.

But to save Aleric, Raphael had to break the rules, giving him a chance to love the one man he never thought he could have—a chance that could be ripped away by Aleric himself…

Warning: This book contains hot m/m action with a new vampire with a ramped up sex drive, and a dash of voyeurism of the m/m, m/f, and m/m/m varieties. Definitely not your traditional Regency romance.


“How do you feel?” The heavy regard in the man’s eyes begged an honest answer and not merely a polite, conversational response.

“Damned fantastic. But I’m thirsty.” Those last three words popped out of his mouth without conscious thought. But he had spoken the truth. He was parched. Not hunger, but thirst. Sharper and more acute than after a long summer’s day spent under the hot sun.

Raphael pushed up one lace-edged sleeve, held out his wrist to Aleric. “Here. Drink.”

“Ah…I-I don’t think I should…” Even though uncertainty waged within, his feet moved, taking him closer to Raphael, to that beautifully bared wrist.

“I had more than enough last night. Take what you need.”

“We can drink from each other?”

The hesitation before Raphael nodded did not inspire confidence. In one swift movement speaking of practiced ease, Raphael brought his wrist up to his mouth, slashed his fangs across his own skin.

An all too familiar sweet, slightly metallic scent wafted from the wound, surrounding Aleric. He flared his nostrils, drinking in the delicious scent. He vaguely registered the prick on his gums as his fangs descended. All his attention had focused on Raphael’s wrist, the blood pooling over the wound, the strong pulse in his vein.

One tantalizing crimson drop slid down to the back of his upturned hand, clung to his skin for the briefest of seconds, poised to drop…

Aleric grabbed Raphael’s arm. The instant blood touched Aleric’s tongue, something lurched inside him. A raw, primitive need coupled with a sense of absolute completion.

Liquid flowed into his mouth and down his throat. Heat pooled in his stomach, warming him from the inside out. So sweet. So satisfying. Each swallow demanded another and another.

A low moan filled his ears. Raphael. Suckling greedily, Aleric glanced up. Raphael’s head had tilted back, his long lashes resting on his cheekbones, his lips parted. Swaying on his feet, he grabbed Aleric’s shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle and tendons.

Even above the almost overpowering scent of blood, he could detect Raphael’s arousal. Male musk and the hint of pre-come carried on the heat pouring off the man. His own body reacted instantly. His cock hardened, his ballocks tightening. He released Raphael’s wrist, grabbed the other man, and crushed his mouth to his.

A hot tongue slipped into his mouth, tangled with his. He let out a groan and jerked Raphael closer, ground his hips, rubbing their hard pricks together. Lust ripped through him, consumed his senses.

He tore at the placket of Raphael’s breeches, shoved them down to his knees. Pushed the velvet coat from his shoulders. With a hand on his upper arm, he whirled Raphael around, pressed him up against the wall. Frantic need drumming through his veins, he made quick work of the placket of his own trousers, freeing his erection.

Hands braced against the wall, Raphael arched his lower back in clear invitation, presenting Aleric with his arse. “Take me, Aleric. Please,” Raphael said, urgency soaking the plea.

Breaths coming hard and fast, he flicked the tail of Raphael’s shirt aside, spit into his palm and dragged his fingers between the man’s rounded cheeks, wetting his entrance. The puckered skin quivered beneath his touch, sending a jolt straight to his groin. Unable to wait another second, he palmed those cheeks, thumbs grazing the slick hole, and spread him wide. Then he pushed his cock in the other man’s arse.

Raphael let out a guttural groan, one of purest pleasure. A quick jerk of his hips and Aleric settled hilt deep, pulling another low groan from Raphael. Exquisite tightness gripped his length. And heat. So goddamn hot. The urge to thrust, to pound his cock into the other man, to posses him completely, gripped hold. Gritting his teeth, he pulled back, briefly savoring the lush friction, and then gave into that urge and slammed into Raphael, each hard, relentless stroke marking the man as his own.

Raphael turned his head into his outstretched arm, lips pressed to the white sleeve covering his biceps, as if to muffle his grunts. Stray strands of golden hair had escaped his neat queue and were stuck to his sweat-dampened temples. One quick flick of Aleric’s fingertips, and those strands were tucked behind his ear. Raphael’s eyes, clamped shut, fluttered open. The lust and raw need in Raphael’s gaze hit him square in the chest.

Aleric leaned full over him, sunk his fangs through Raphael’s waistcoat and shirt and into the hard muscle of his shoulder. Mouth pressed against the fabric, he sucked hard as he continued to drive into Raphael. Each thrust felt like the absolute definition of perfection. A tremor shook Raphael’s body and then he let out a hoarse shout.

The scent of his release sparked Aleric’s own. The orgasm barreled upon him. Swift and fierce. Too strong to be denied. With a savage roar, he spilled deep within Raphael.

His arms slid around to wrap around Raphael’s waist as he rested against him, the slick silk of his waistcoat pressed against his cheek. Oddly, he didn’t feel drained or tired. Not a hint of the usual languor. He felt invigorated and ready for more, the sharp edge merely taken off his lust.

Raphael turned in his arms. A slight flush stained his cheeks. His upper fangs grazed his sensuous, full bottom lip. With a light touch, his fingertips whispered from Aleric’s temple down to his jaw. “Feel better?”

Aleric nodded and leaned into his touch, seeking more. The most profound sense of contentment stole over him. He dropped his head to nuzzle his neck, the man’s cravat tickling his nose. He could stay here with Raphael, just hold him close, soak up his scent, the heat from his body, forever.

“Aleric.” Raphael’s voice drifted around him, as soft and light as the hands caressing his bare back. “We need to leave soon.”

© Ava March 2010

Yep, a definite must for me tomorrow.

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