Desiring Death by @cpmandara #ShamelessPromotion

I have been following, fan-girling, and internet-flirting with Christina Mandara for a long time. She writes kink in a way that’s dirty, erotic, and gets me all kinds of turned on. So when the opportunity came up to pimp her out to y’all, I was like, “Um, hell fuck yeah!” Or something like that.

I’ve read her Pony Tales series – rawr, y’all, just…RAWR. Sitting on my Kindle is her current release, Desiring Death. As soon as I have five minutes to call my own, I am definitely reading it. The excerpts alone are hotter than hell!

So, without further ado – or any further ramblings from me, check it out for yourself. She gave me five excerpts to choose from. I picked the one labeled “extra naughty.” Pretend to be surprised. Ha!

Oh, and I almost forgot the best part. Scroll to the very bottom to be entered to win a $20 Amazon gift card from Christina!

Blurb

Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.

Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.

If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.

Excerpt (The extra naughty one!):

‘Ready to call me God yet?’ He brought his head up out of the water, shook his hair to get rid of the excess water and watched as he splattered her body with tiny pearls of water, lit up by nothing more than the wan light of a waxing moon. While they were on the subject of waxing, that hair she had down there would have to go, but he’d issue his demands later. Right now, he wanted her limp, panting and breathless.

‘You’re an asshole.’ His princess had the most delicious temper. He wondered if they should work to subdue it or if he would let it have full reign and then show her the consequences of such displays of emotion. They would not be tolerated in the vampire world, and even though he was not yet positive he would change her, the odds of it happening were beginning to look ever more favourable.

He blinked at her, slowly, several times and then pressed his index finger sharply against her sphincter. He gave her a lengthy sigh to make sure she sensed his displeasure at her curt comment. ‘No, darling, this is an asshole and I intend to do big things with it later. That will take some practise though, so you can breathe easy for the time being.’ A hand forked through his hair to bring the dark mass away from his face and his face dipped below the surface of the water once more, seeking the sweet spot of her body which tasted far better than any human food ever had.

He suckled and tongued. Flicked, forked, pulsated and tickled, and just as her face creased up tightly with the painful effort of holding her orgasm back, he stopped. He withdrew his tongue, licked his lips and tilted his head towards her with the biggest smile on his face.

‘You…’ her voice was tight and venomous. It was clear she was in pain, the pleasurable kind at least. He cut her off before the woman earned a spanking her bottom couldn’t yet cash.

‘You call me an asshole again and I’ll stretch this tight little hole of yours to proportions you would not believe possible.’ Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, he pressed his now lubricated fingers against the smaller, puckered hole that was a touch further down and pressed forward for entry.

‘No, no, please God, no,’ she whimpered, her body thrashing and bucking at the contact as she sank into the wet wasteland of ripples below her.

He raised an eyebrow. ‘I told you you’d be calling me God before the night was out, didn’t I?’ Satisfied that she’d come down from her high, he lowered himself back down into the water and began to work her over again. He lightly nibbled upon her inner thighs, blew more bubbles gently across her sex and gave her only the lightest of teasing, tormenting touches with his tongue. His fingers pulled no punches, however. They worked inside her with a consistent, steady rhythm and she was now copiously dribbling with her body’s own lubrication, more than ready to feel his cock pounding away inside her. It would be, too.

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About Christina:

Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

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