Sunday, October 12, 2014

Spooky, sexy spot #1: Victoria Blisse

I’m far too easily scared to be a huge fan of Halloween and it wasn’t much of a muchness over here in Britain when I was growing up. I do remember dressing up as a witch once but I think that was for book day as I was being Meg. Meg and Mog books were my favourites as a child. 

Anyway, I’ve already gone off on a tangent but getting back to Halloween, it’s not my cup of tea but I do like a good excuse to dress up. So I suppose my favourite aspect of Halloween is the fancy dress. I’m going to be a black cat this year…I’m not going to an official party but we’re dressing up at my Zumba class, I’ll be sure to take a photo!

Now, on to one of my most unusual stories. I’m not a fan of werewolves at all but this story gripped me.

Lowell is a werewolf. Desdemona is a werewolf. That is where the similarities end.

Desdemona takes great joy in the full moon. She maims and kills with enthusiasm and wishes she could be a werewolf every day. Lowell hates what he is. He wishes that the full moon would only come around once in a million years.

Jenny is a sweet girl who often acts before she thinks, especially when a man is involved. She finds herself between these two werewolves. She loves Lowell, he was her school crush way back when. Desdemona is her superior and makes her working life a misery.

But which werewolf will have Jenny in the end? Will Desdemona succeed in killing her during the full moon, or will Lowell be able to keep her safe and in the dark about his horrific secret? It comes down to a fight between two werewolves, one Moon lover and one Moon Shy. Who will win?

The book is written from 3 different character perspectives. In this excerpt you see two, Desdemona and Lowell and plenty of kissing!

“Miss Conall, I am sure you’re not employed to do that.”

“No,” she admitted, “but I did enjoy kissing someone so very much like me. You and I, Lowell, could run together. We should run together. It’s in our blood.”

He tried to hide the shock and fear in his eyes. “Miss Conall, I am sure you’re a very nice woman, but I am not interested. Sorry.”
“Very well, Lowell. I am here for the rest of the month. I am very sure you’ll change your mind, sooner or later.”

She stalked from the room. Her scent was everywhere, now, and she knew her special aroma would drive him crazy. She could be patient. His wolf tendencies were buried deep, but she would drag them out of him in time for the next full moon, and then they would have so much fun together ripping apart Demonet employees. She was going to have that girl, that disgusting, redheaded human, all to herself, though. She would destroy the competition.

 * * * *
 It had been a very confusing day. Lowell tried to process some of it on his commute home. He had thoroughly enjoyed his lunch with Jenny. Okay, it had gotten far more intimate than he’d wanted, but she seemed to be on the same page as him. It was only a kiss, it needn’t turn into anything more. His body might have wanted much, much more, but his mind was in charge. He couldn’t let her get closer than a lunch date. It was as simple as that. He could ignore his wayward cock and its desires.

 As he’d made his way to work that morning, he hadn’t had any plans to kiss or be kissed that day. But at the end of it, he’d been kissed by two very different women. Miss Conall scared him. She was a very domineering woman, and he did not like that one bit.

He didn’t know what on earth she’d meant about them being the same. For a brief moment, he’d wondered if she knew about his curse, but he was pretty certain that wasn’t the case. Who would kiss him after discovering that? She was a freaky lady who obviously liked dogs. She smelled heavily of bitch. The room had been filled with it, and Lowell had been very disappointed to note it had covered Jenny’s sweet scent completely.
The week continued to be a tale of two ladies. Lunch always involved a kiss with Jenny and each day that kiss lasted longer. But it was only a kiss. A kiss between friends was a casual thing. So what if it set his body longing for more? So what if he dreamt about kissing those lips every night? It was all under control. And the even better thing was that he’d not seen Miss Conall at all—
which actually worried him a lot more than if she’d turned up every day. He felt like she was plotting his downfall or something.

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About the Author:
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out  for more details. 

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook , Twitter  and Pinterest

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1 comment:

  1. "She smelled heavily of bitch." AH-MAY-ZING line. Love it! This sounds incredibly entertaining. :D

    And I love that cover.


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