Why are vampires sexy? Why do romance readers never seem to tire of stories about eternal blood-drinkers and the lust and love they inspire? Why do our hearts beat faster when one of these seductive monsters bends to sip the fluid of life from his swooning victim’s veins?

Even Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula exercised a kind of spell over his prey. What lies at the root of this allure?

I think that there are a variety of answers to this question, all with some merit. In romance, at least, vampires usually possess unearthly beauty that evokes more than that just attraction―the typical reaction is closer to awe. The genre has adopted Anne Rice’s notion that the transformation from mortal to immortal somehow physically perfects the vampire. The blood drinker acquires a kind of glamor (in the magical sense) that snares the attention and stirs the senses of mortals.

Power is another draw. Although the powers attributed to the undead vary from one author to another, all vampires have capabilities unmatched by mortals. Some possess preternatural strength. Some are able to read minds, cloud perceptions or plant thoughts in the minds of their victims. Some can fly or move so quickly that they might as well be flying. The existence of such power―the revelation that the magic is real, not merely a fantasy―excites us poor humans. And who can help imagining what it would be like to be gifted with this kind of power oneself?

Paradoxically, fear can add to the appeal. The risk one assumes in loving a vampire, the sense of danger, can serve as an aphrodisiac. The whole experience becomes more intense than mere mortal couplings.  Freud postulated that humans have a death wish. I’m not sure that I concur, but death does have a sort of perverse fascination for many of us. (Witness the enduring popularity of horror movies!)

There are two other important factors I think contribute to the vampire’s lure in romance. First, we like to fantasize that we are the special individual who can kindle love in the cold heart of a lonely blood drinker. Many vampires are ancient and solitary, bitter or cynical. They have watched generations of mortals die. They know that love is fleeting and futile. To be the one mortal who can give them solace―who can soothe their pain and light up their dark world, even for a little while―is tremendously satisfying, from an emotional perspective.

Second, many vampire-mortal encounters incorporate elements of dominance and submission. The victim surrenders to the terrifying, glorious power of the vamp and experiences a sort of ecstatic communion similar to that described by BDSM practitioners. Of course some vampire romance contains explicit BDSM elements―which tend to fit very well with the genre. But even when the trappings of D/s are absent, the emotions are there: the passion to submit, the devotion to the Master (or  Mistress), the final release.

I tend to focus on these last two elements in my own vampire tales. Nothing excites me, personally, as much as the idea of yielding to a powerful, seductive, beautiful blood drinker.  There’s always the  temptation to submit completely―to prove one’s love by offering one’s life. Objectively, it’s a scary scenario, but it has an emotional kick that never fails to move me.

Bio:   Lisabet Sarai is an author, editor and reviewer of erotica and erotic romance. She has been writing ever since she learned how to hold a pencil, and publishing for more than a decade. Lisabet has visited every continent except Australia and now lives in Southeast Asia. She holds more degrees than anyone should ever want from prestigious universities who would undoubtedly be embarrassed if she mentioned them by name. Her new vampire romance Fire in the Blood is now available now from Total-E-Bound. You can read an excerpt at www.lisabetsarai.com/fireinthebloodex.html.

Werewolves. Cat shifters. Kitsune—Japanese fox-shifters, featured in my new release, Foxes’ Den. Romance readers can’t seem to get enough to get enough of part-time furry heroes and heroines. I love both reading their stories and writing them. The books I’m currently reading include one of Lori Handeland’s Nightcreature series and one of Kate Douglas’s very sexy Wolf Tales. The duals in my Duals and Donovans series (so far, Lions’ Pride and Foxes’ Den) are shifters who aren’t linked to the moon. They’re a species separate from humans, mostly unable to work magic themselves, yet exceedingly attractive to witches because they can augment certain powers, especially sex magic. I’m having a marvelous time with this series because there are so many animal possibilities. So far I’ve done lions, cougars and foxes, and I’m considering a water witch and an otter dual hooking up. Then I happened to stumble upon a story about the birth of twin male clouded leopards and I immediately thought, “Twin heroes! How fun is that?” Little is known about this rare and reclusive Asian species, which would give me a lot of room to play.

As long as people are willing to read about shapeshifters, I’m happy to write about them. And readers still seem to eat up those fierce heroes.

The funny thing about shapeshifters is that the archetype itself has shifted. Remember when the werewolf was a staple of horror movies, not sexy romances? Most traditions involving animal-human hybrids are frightening monster stories, or perhaps ambiguous and sad, like several Native American stories in which a human falls in love with a shapeshifter who is eventually hunted and killed by his/her family because “people shouldn’t marry animals.” Then there are fairy tales in which a human, usually a man, is cursed to animal form and only the heroine’s love redeems him, “Beauty and the Beast” being a classic example. More romantic than a rampaging beast that eats the heroine, but you only reach the HEA by transforming the shifted man back to his human form.

These days, we seem to like the beast.

I’ve been wondering why this change occurred and I think I have a theory. Actually, I came up with this theory doing research for Foxes’ Den. Kitsune are ambiguous figures in Japanese culture. In some stories, they’re avatars of Inari, god of rice, and thus protectors of the all-important rice harvest. In others, they’re mischievous, possibly dangerous creatures who transform into beautiful women to disrupt the lives of human men. (Oddly, there are either no male kitsune or human women aren’t dumb enough to fall for a man with no family, no visible means of support—and a tail.)  It seems that the two-sided nature of the kitsune has to do with the ambiguous nature of humans’ relations with foxes. On the one hand, foxes eat rodents which might otherwise eat rice. On the other hand, about five minutes after a human domesticated chickens, some fox developed the concept of the all-you-can-eat buffet. It’s a love-hate thing.

In recent years, our relationship with large, potentially dangerous animals has changed. Wolves and other large predators easily become monsters when you have to worry about them eating your livestock—or, if they’re really hungry, you. Nature can be pretty terrifying when you see it up close all the time and have to find ways to protect yourself from it while maintaining some kind of balance. In the modern Western world, most of us see predators only in the zoo and on the Discovery channel. We can appreciate their fierce beauty, their important role in the balance of nature and their more appealing anthropomorphic moments—wolves’ loyalty to their pack and mates, lions playing with their cubs—from a safe distance. We understand predators play an important part in the food chain and that attempts to wipe them out have screwed up nature’s balance, explaining, among other things, why New England is overrun with deer that eat our shrubs and wreck our cars. (A much more real threat to most of us than a wolf attack!) This modern perspective makes it easier to see a shapeshifter as magnificent, powerful, yet threatened by the foolishness of ordinary humans. From there, it’s a short jump to sexy.

Even when we don’t have the luxury of distance, we don’t have that same kill-or-be-killed terror, that feeling that the animal is malicious.  I read an account not too long ago of some farmers in British Columbia hunting a mountain lion that had been preying on their livestock. The hunt was conducted with respect and sorrow. They had to do it. The big cat had gotten too accustomed to humans, no longer fearing to enter their territory. Thus it was endangering their livelihood—and possibly their kids, since to a mountain lion, a calf and a ten-year-old could be equally snack-size. But the hunters were clear it wasn’t a “bad” animal. It was simply doing what mountain lions do—unfortunately in the wrong place.

I’m willing to bet, though, that none of those farmers picked up Lions’ Pride, with its cougar-dual hero. Maybe Foxes’ Den would be more to their taste. As long as they’re not chicken farmers, that is.

Here’s a taste of Foxes’ Den:

Love has a trick up its sleeve…
Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 2
Some guys just don’t take rejection well. Sure, Akane’s affair with an uptight sorcerer’s boy toy backfired, but two hundred years locked in a mortal body is cruel and unusual punishment for a Trickster avatar. To free her fox form, she needs sex magic with a male of her own kind. Except none exist.
Adorable Trickster-touched fox dual Taggart Ross-Donovan is the closest she’s found. Even better, he’s married to Paul Donovan, whose red magic sizzles the air around him. One night with them will generate the extraordinary power needed to set her free.
The last thing Tag and Paul expect to find under a sorcerer’s curse is a kitsune, a beautiful one who gets under their skin without even trying. Tag is more than ready to take the risk she needs. Paul has reservations, but it’s nothing Tag can’t overcome with a little sensual persuasion.
No one goes into the ritual with more hope than Akane…or more fear. Failure will leave her forever entrapped. Worse, she’s falling for two mortals. And there’s only one thing that can kill a kitsune—unrequited love.
Warning: Contains sly fox men (with tails), foxy fox women (with multiple tails), sexy witches chasing tail, Trickster magic, cranky sorcerers, and enough gay, het and MMF sex to torch your Kindle.
“She’s the one, Tag—the one from my dreams.” Paul’s discreet gesture might have been imperceptible to someone else, but Taggart followed it with the ease of a long-time partner.
The small Asian woman Paul pointed out was dressed in a style somewhere between scruffy undergraduate and street person: faded, over-long jeans worn to shreds at the hem from dragging on the ground, a shabby rust-colored sweatshirt, hiking boots. Somehow, though, she managed to look elegant in that drab outfit. The shirt’s color accented her clear ivory skin and the wild russet streaks in her sleek black hair. Her face was stunning, and she carried herself as if she wore silk and cashmere instead of rags.
Or maybe as if she was wearing nothing at all. She wasn’t showing a lot of skin and everything looked too big for her, disguising her slender figure, but Tag had no problem at all imagining her naked.
Naked and riding him while he sucked Paul’s cock. Naked and sandwiched between the two of them, taking them both at once.  Naked and companionably snuggling, even, because it seemed to Tag that if the Powers were going to all the trouble of pointing out an incredibly hot woman in need of help that could come only from red magic—sex-magic—They might have more in mind than an arcane quick fix.
He shivered sensually. Damn, he had to stop fantasizing about these scenarios before he really started. He wouldn’t get to assist his husband with this tempting piece of red magic, because his husband wouldn’t be doing it. Husband was the key word. Paul was the true-dreamer who’d seen the cursed being in need of powerful red magic to lift her curse, but one of his single relatives would have to lift it.  The Donovans, Paul’s powerful clan, were sticklers for monogamy once you married.
More’s the pity. He and Tag were both bi; in their pasts, they’d each enjoyed threesomes with the right combination of girl and guy. But once Paul’s magic danced for Tag, proving he was the right partner on a magical level as well as all others, Paul was cut off from other lovers.
And by extension, so was Tag. He’d always been happily poly, as fox duals were inclined to be, but Paul was worth the sacrifice. A red witch who loved you made everyone else seem dull in comparison—and besides, he loved Paul more than he’d ever imagined loving anyone, and if it took monogamy to keep him, so be it.
Still, a fox could daydream, and this lady was worth dreaming about.
Instinctively, his nostrils flared—sniffing the air, letting his fox-self get an impression of the woman.
They were across the street from her, walking casually hand in hand—Powers bless Portland, Oregon’s artsy little heart!—but the wind was in his favor. He sniffed the air, trying to sort her fragrance out from the myriad smells of a side street in the city.
Tag’s heart sank. Damn, they’d be stuck in Portland awhile longer, and while Portland wasn’t bad as cities went, he wanted to be home. “She’s not the one you dreamed about,” he whispered. “She’s human.”
Paul stopped him, drew him in as if to kiss him, but making sure the woman stayed in Tag’s line of sight. “See it my way,” he whispered, and pulled Tag in through the connection Tag thought of as being mated and Paul, in his witchy way, called a silvery etheric cord linking their souls.
That was one of Paul’s gifts, a gift rare enough that his witch family didn’t even know what to call it, and those damn Donovans had names for everything: he could share his witch-sight with his partner.
The world went wonky. Colors shifted as if Tag was seeing through a night scope. Details of the 21st century faded—parked cars became transparent unless they had living beings inside them—but things previously invisible before leaped into focus. A ghost-child in 19th-century clothes played jacks on the stoop of a brownstone, oblivious to the modern inhabitant grabbing her mail, and a tiny pixie-like being waved from a curb planting in front of a store. Auras surrounded anything living, though Tag couldn’t have said what they meant.
The Asian hottie’s silver and russet aura was blotched with black and a sickly fuchsia. The ugly blotches must be the curse Paul had foreseen, the curse she needed red magic to lift.
She had a fox tail.
No, make that three fox tails.
Tag blinked, trying not to be visibly astonished at something passers-by couldn’t see. “Trickster’s balls and boobies,” he muttered under his breath.
What was she? She wasn’t human, but she sure as powers wasn’t dual, not with three tails, not smelling the almost-human way she did.
“She’s a kitsune, a Japanese fox spirit,” Paul whispered, answering his question before he asked it. He supposed his puzzlement had been obvious, but it didn’t hurt that Paul was a minor telepath. “Very old, very powerful—I don’t think they’re mortal. Only she’s damaged somehow.”

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Once a year RWA® hosts a contest to identify the authors who’ve written exceptional books within their subgenre. And each summer the organization presents the winners with its most prestigious award: the RITA®. On Saturday, July 31, RWA put on a fabulous awards ceremony in Orlando and these incredible authors took home golden RITA statues.

2010 RITA Award for Best Young Adult Romance – Perfect Chemistry by Simone Elkeles
2010 RITA Award for Best Inspirational Romance – The Inheritance by Tamera Alexander
2010 RITA Award for Best Novel With Strong Romantic Elements – The Lost Recipe for Happiness by Barbara O’Neal
2010 RITA Award for Best Romance Novella – “The Christmas Eve Promise” by Molly O’Keefe in The Night Before Christmas
2010 RITA Award for Best Contemporary Series Romance – A Not-So-Perfect Past by Beth Andrews
2010 RITA Award for Best Contemporary Series Romance, Suspense/Adventure –The Soldier’s Secret Daughter by Cindy Dees
2010 RITA Award for Best Historical Romance – Not Quite A Husband by Sherry Thomas
2010 RITA Award for Best Regency Historical Romance – What Happens In London by Julia Quinn
2010 RITA Award for Best Paranormal Romance – Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole
2010 RITA Award for Best First Book – One Scream Away by Kate Brady
2010 RITA Award for Best Contemporary Single Title Romance – Too Good To Be True by Kristin Higgins

Share a common dream ~ When two people join together to reach a unified goal. It connects them in ways that inspires trust. This can be as simple as planning a vacation or deciding on a new car, or as big as having a family.

Choose each other as your first family ~ Once two people get married they both need to remember that the other person should now become their main concern. This is not to say you avoid his or her family but that you need time alone together.

Learn how to fight right ~ It can be easy to take your stress out on your spouse. Try to recognize those times when you are not at your best, then warn your partner you need time to regroup before discussing certain subjects.

Find a balance between time for two and time for you ~  Just because you are now with someone doesn’t mean you can’t have time for yourself. Each of you came into the relationship with interest that attracted the other. You still need that creative outlet to fuel your soul. Give yourself the time for yourself so you can be the person your spouse fell in love with.

Build a best friendship ~ If the two of you can become best friends then you’ll be closer to achieve the relationship you both want and can face down the major challenge in your life together.

Explore your sexual fantasy ~ Once you’re married who better to discover all your sexual fantasy than your husband. Talk about it, plan it and enjoy.

Anita Philmar is the author of over six erotic stories published through The Wild Rose Press. Check out her lastest release “Banished Witch.”

I didn’t start out focusing on the saucy and spicy.  I’ve worked with-in various genres over the years.  Other than erotica, one of my very favorites is contemporary paranormal romance.

A while back I was working on revisions for my then most recent paranormal and feeling less than inspired.  One of my critique partners Tami Sinclair, a published erotica writer herself, encouraged me to take a break from that book and try writing some erotica myself.  I’d thought about it off and on because I really enjoy writing love scenes, and feel pretty confident about their quality.  But, since my day job is in a middle school, I’d balked before.

But at that point I decided to follow my naturally rebellious nature and do it anyway.  The result of that was a short story called The Drive-In which I sold on my first query.  That felt really good.  (Unfortunately, that one is no longer available.)  Then I came up with another idea–my particular take on the mile-high club, and that resulted in another short story called  Airborne, which I sold to Carnal Passions, ( www.carnalpassions.com )  the erotica imprint for Champaign Books out of Canada.  Oh, and that one is still available.  J  But, I still wasn’t convinced that really I wanted to dive into the ultra sensual genre full force.

Then our chapter LERA/Land of Enchantment Romance Authors contest, The Rebecca, came up and I decided I’d try the erotica category.  I wrote the first thirty pages for the contest and sent it off.  Well, I finaled and won that contest, and received a request for the full manuscript of Sweet Charity from Theresa Stevens, then of Red Sage Publishing.  ( www.eredsage.com )  You can imagine how I felt.  Totally excited that I received a request, AND totally freaked because I’d only written 30 pages.

I’d never done it before, but I’ve always felt that if I ever got into the situation where I’d have to finish a work quickly, I just dive in and do it.  I was driven.  I worked every free moment, and finished the first draft in four weeks.  One Saturday morning I started writing at 5:00 am and didn’t stop until noon.  It was an experience like none other before, and I’ll never forget how it felt.  The words just poured out of my head in a never ending stream.  I couldn’t type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts.  THAT’S when I realized I’m an erotica writer.  Yep, that’s me.

I received an offer from Red Sage for Sweet Charity last fall, and accepted of course.  The revisions are done and the final version of the cover is complete.  I don’t have a release date yet, but hoping it will be this fall sometime.

The thing is–I’m thinking, maybe we don’t always consciously pick our genre.  Maybe our genre picks us.  That is certainly what happened to me.
What do you think???

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When I’m reading romance, I look forward to love scenes. There’s something magical about people in love showing their affection through tender kisses and passionate touches. The first time characters make love is usually memorable and makes you long for the next time they merge in body and spirit.

Though great love scenes can happen at any time of day, I prefer scenes that take place at dusk or night over morning love scenes. Maybe because I’m a night person by nature, but there’s nothing more romantic than a love scene in which the characters are enveloped by darkness, make love by firelight on a stormy night or hold each other beneath a starry sky.

I’ve enjoyed reading morning love scenes, but I still lean toward evening or nighttime passion.

How do you feel about love scenes? Do you prefer ones that take place in the morning or at night?

About Kate Hill

What do trips around the world, endless nights of breathtaking sex, and a muscular, 6-foot 3-inch, brown-haired, blue-eyed significant other have to do with Kate Hill? Absolutely nothing, but she can dream, can’t she? In reality Kate is a single, thirty-something vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies.

Currently, she might not be traveling around the world, but Kate has visited Europe and Africa and those beautiful places have been wonderful inspiration for her writing. While working at various times as a clerk, assistant karate instructor, house painter and banker, Kate dreamed of being an author. In 1996 her first short story was accepted for publication and since then she has sold over ninety short stories, novellas and novels.

When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, and researching vampires and Viking history.

Visit Kate online

When a realtor is trying to sell you a house he says that the three most important things to consider are: location, location and location. Location is just as important in a novel. The setting of a novel should be as fully described as the characters.� In Shattered Glass, there are two primary locations for the novel.� The first is the Jersey Shore.� Liam is a child of water.� He loves the ocean, the waves, sand and beach.

When Milo and Liam part ways, Milo wants to go as far away from anything that reminds him of Liam as he can get.� Driving aimlessly through the United States, Milo comes upon the Sandia Mountains of New Mexico.� Their beauty leave him breathless.� Although it is as different from the Jersey Shore as it can be, Milo finds some peace in the home and garden he makes for himself in New Mexico.� When Liam is forced to join him there to write a song for Rick, Liam also falls in love with the Sandias.

Milo’s home is built into the side of the foothills with numerous terraced gardens where he can tend his beloved flowers, but even his garden can not replace Liam.� Here is an excerpt from the novel where Liam finds something he didn’t expect wandering through Liam’s New Mexican garden.

Outside of the bedroom suites, he saw strolling paths, which branched off into private arbors. He stepped off the balcony onto one of the slate pathways. A security guard startled him, but not before he noticed the tulips, daffodils, and snow crocus in full bloom, along with lilies of the valley and some native plants he could not name. Liam figured Sam must have arrived because the security was out in full force. He felt safe for the first time in what seemed like forever. He nodded to the guard and continued fifty feet down the path when he saw something that stopped him cold. There sat their bench from the Red Bank Antiques Center, displayed prominently.
Liam walked up to it and noticed something different about it. A small gold plaque on the back read Liam’s bench. Liam sat and started to cry. Every time he thought he had no tears left, Milo managed to pull out some more. Happy tears though, this time.

If you would like to find out more about Liam and Milo, Shattered Glass will be released from Captiva Press on June 30th.� The book will be available at www.captivapress.com and on a buy link from www.shattered-glass.com.

AC Katt was born in the Greenwich Village Section of New York City; the only child of older parents.� Summers were spent eating ice cream in Washington Square Park; playing in the fountain and listening to the bongo drums and folk guitars until the family bought a house in New Jersey when she was ten. After the move, AC found boxes and boxes of novels in the garage and that was it, she became a bibliophile, and so she has remained. She now lives in New Mexico with her husband and a superior cat, who rules the roost. She started to write when her husband slashed her book budget, and she had to make up her own stories.

What is it about a man in a Stetson? There’s something so alpha, so totally male about a guy in a worn pair of Levis atop a sleek horse. Is it those hard legs with years of muscle from gripping the saddle? Or could it be how his hips and rear end pivot when he’s riding, reminiscent of how that part of the male anatomy pivots at other times?

In my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, Horsing Around, I fell totally in love with my cowboy hero, Jake Skinner. Not only did he have that sexy cowboy thing going for him, but he was also smart and sensitive and committed to his lover’s pleasure.

In order for a cowboy character to work—at least for me—he must be a man’s man. A John Wayne or a Clint Eastwood. But he must also be exactly what the heroine is not looking for—he must embody that which repels or terrifies her.

In Horsing Around, my heroine, Paige Eastman is the consummate New Yorker. She arrives at the ranch in her buttoned up business suit and completely inappropriate heels. She wants to settle her father’s estate quickly and professionally and never takes into account the hot cowboy who melts her insides like a mini marshmallow in a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

Here’s a sample:
An Excerpt From: HORSING AROUND
Copyright © WYNTER DANIELS, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Abandoning her luggage, she followed the sound around the side of the house. A huge black and gray horse approached. White markings dotted its face and its thick legs. The steady clomp of the animal’s hoofs mirrored the pounding of her heart.

It wasn’t the horse, but the rider who stole her breath away. Still a good twenty yards from her, she could already see the broad, muscled shoulders beneath his T-shirt, the long, powerful legs covered in faded denim.

Lord, the man was hot. With scenery like him, she could deal with the hellish temperatures, at least for the week or so this ought to take. With the ink still wet on her divorce decree, she deserved to make this forced trip part vacation.

Tugging at her collar, she realized she should have changed her clothes before she left the office. Sweltering heat engulfed her as the man drew near. His icy blue stare raked over her body. Despite the stifling temperature and humidity, a chill skittered across her skin. He must have noticed, because he gave her a crooked grin that charged the air with a crackle of sensual energy.
He patted the horse’s neck then dismounted. After he’d tied the reins to a post, he strode across the thick grass toward her. Great walk, amazing legs, strong jawline and prominent cheekbones. His dark hair brushed his shoulders and he had just enough stubble on his face to be sexy, but not messy looking.

“You must be Owen’s daughter.” His smile revealed deep dimples. “Welcome to Ocala.”
Offering her hand, she prayed her voice wouldn’t fail her. “Paige Eastman.” When they shook, electricity arced between them, nearly knocked her off balance. She let go, cleared her throat.
His eyes shone even bluer up close. And his lips, oh, Lord. He licked the bottom one and she imagined that tongue licking her. Her legs turned to jelly. Maybe this trip didn’t have to be all business. No reason she couldn’t put the property on the market and have a hot fling during her time here. She couldn’t remember the last time her body had responded to a man this way.

Horsing Around is available here: www.jasminejade.com/m-621-wynter-daniels.aspx

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