Review: His Vampire Lover by Pascaline Lestrange

Beau went to the club looking for one thing. He knew what he wanted—who he wanted: Christopher. His lover, his companion, his vampire. Together they played a dangerous and erotic game of cat and mouse, one that only heated up more when it entered the bedroom.


I’ve had a really good run of unique takes on unoriginal storylines from NineStar Press lately. His Vampire Lover is a short story, basically consisting of an extended sex scene between Chris and Beau, a vampire and human couple. These two have a dominant/submissive relationship, however Beau, the human is the dominant. I don't think I've ever read a vampire story like that.

It was actually a shame that this was so short because I would have loved to have read more about this dynamic outside of sex.

Seriously though, this sex was hot! There was lots of dirty talk, begging, biting and rough fucking.


“Come on. Ride my face before you ride my dick. I’m gonna lick you open, make you nice and wet for me.”




I mean delicious right?!?

Would definitely not have said no to a longer story, but this worked as a short if you’re just wanting to read a sexy vampire scene with a twist.


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Purchase Links:

NineStar Press: http://ninestarpress.com/product/his-vampire-lover/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/His-Vampire-Lover-Pascaline-Lestrange-ebook/dp/B01EEHRHCI


Interested in knowing more about the author and His Vampire Lover? Check it out below!

Author Bio

Pascaline Lestrange is a lover, not a fighter. She has been writing stories since she first knew how to write and telling them since she first knew how to speak. At the moment, Pascaline writes MM erotica and romance, and occasionally forays into the paranormal. Pascaline is based in Canada, but, like her stories, has a tendency to wander.

Email: pascalinelestrange@gmail.com
Twitter: @pascalinewrites

Excerpt

Sometimes they liked to play a game.

It was a dangerous game, a seductive game that Christopher and his lover, Beau, played.

Beau would pick a club, the kind with a heavy, thumping bass, filled with vampires, and slink his way sinuously into the crowd. He would single out the most attractive people on the dance floor. Men, women, sometimes both together. And he would grind and writhe against them, using them to tease his arousal higher and higher, before finally twisting away when they’d try to kiss him, grinning brightly as he left them hanging, only to slide into someone else’s space and begin again.

Christopher would watch him from afar, listening to Beau’s blood pounding, hearing the soft hisses and moans as Beau teased himself, smelling the arousal coming off him in waves.

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