20 March 2012

Guest Blogger: Caridad Pineiro with The Vampire's Consort

Sometimes a story just sinks its teeth into you. That’s what happened with THE VAMPIRE’S CONSORT and not just because it’s a story about the undead.

I was actually working on THE LOST when I first started getting flashes of ideas for THE VAMPIRE’S CONSORT and they went something like this:

Vampire friends warn their undead friend about choosing a young beautiful woman to be his keeper.

Young female keeper watches falls in love with her vampire boss, but also has feelings for her human ex-boyfriend

Vampire boss tries to make his keeper happy by arranging for a reunion with her ex-boyfriend which leads to a ménage a trois.

It was the last that intrigued me the most, especially as I started thinking about the setup for that particular scene. Why? Well both men that are involved with Eliza, the keeper, are fairly alpha so what would make them agree to share her and pleasure her at the same time?

Exploring the dynamics of the love triangle between Eliza, Adrian, her vampire boss, and her human boyfriend was very interesting. It was also just as interesting to see the development of the relationship between Adrian and Eliza, from the first moment he spies her in a pub in Ireland to the night Adrian realizes he must free Eliza from her servitude so that she find happiness.

I guess the last is one of the things that most appealed to me about the story: that Adrian was willing to suffer the heartache of losing Eliza forever so that she might experience true love with her human boyfriend. Of course, after their little ménage, will Eliza choose romance with her ex or a lifetime of love with Adrian?

I hope you’ll take a moment to check out THE VAMPIRE’S CONSORT and find out for yourself.


Vampire Adrian offered Eliza a choice: die of a fatal illness, or become his consort and attend to his every need. Eliza chose life, but she did not expect to fall in love–and lust–with him.

Nothing compares to the erotic excitement of watching Adrian pleasure one of his many willing companions, but she’s tired of waiting for Adrian to see her as more than his consort. She thinks she’s ready to move on with her human lover, John–until Adrian surprises all three of them with a sensual encounter that changes everything.


The first time Eliza had realized the moan was one of pleasure and not pain, she should have walked away from the peephole.

But she hadn’t.

The peephole had been placed in the wall after a so-called Slayer had tried to stake her master. Adrian had subdued the overly eager and decidedly naïve young woman. In time, the Slayer had come to realize that Adrian was not only one of the white hats, but an excellent lay.

Despite the truce struck with the Slayer, Adrian had decided that the peephole was necessary for safety’s sake along with the loaded tranquilizer gun in Eliza’s nightstand.

Luckily she’d not had a reason to use the gun, but the peephole had been another thing. Peering in it had almost become an obsession.

She used it way too often, drawn by the sight of Adrian and his lovers. Unable to yank herself away from her gorgeous master as he pleasured yet another willing woman before taking his sip of their blood as compensation for the wicked satisfaction they found in his arms.

Eliza imagined herself in those arms more than she should.

It was wrong, she knew. She was here to serve Adrian and keep his home, not to love him. But after nearly two hundred years of being his consort, it was hard to deny that was exactly what had happened.

Eliza had fallen in love with Adrian.

She loved him and lusted for him, she thought as she peered through the peephole once again and watched him move over the body of his latest companion.

The young woman was a lithe strawberry blonde with surgically amplified breasts that barely moved as she lay on the bed with Adrian’s big body snuggled between her long thin legs. Tanned skin which would one day be leathery contrasted sharply with Adrian’s pale alabaster perfection.

As Adrian lowered his head to suckle her breasts, Eliza’s nipples tightened in response and her sex grew heavy and damp with need.

Bracing one hand on the wall, she tugged at the belt for her robe. The silk fabric fell open and even that subtle movement of smoothness against her body dragged a breathy sigh from her as she imagined it was Adrian’s skin along hers.

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