Friday, January 22, 2016

Escape from reality this weekend... welcome to my #sexy & twisted fairy tale. @vampauthormaya #PNR #Erotica #Vampires


Forbidden Fruit Friday




Have you had one of those days that had you wishing your life was more like a romance fairy tale?

Well, I didn't just have one of those days...it was one of those weeks!

So I crave an escape from reality this weekend.
But my fairy tale may look a little different than yours.  
For I have a wonderfully warped and twisted take on romance and lustful adventure to whisk me away to excitement land. 

Would you like to see?

Read this excerpt from DARK COMPANION and escape, just for a few minutes, from reality.

Welcome to my fairy tale....



DARK COMPANION




Her feet touched the ground, but she felt anything but stable.

Warwick reached for her hand. He guided her out of the elevator as he walked backward, careful not to break eye contact.

Isla followed Warwick, stepping out of the light and into the darkness. Anxiety enveloped her. The darkness suffocated. She gripped Warwick’s hand tightly.

“Let your eyes relax. You will see it.”


“See what?” 

“I’ve seen your world. Now it’s time you saw mine.” 

Isla’s breaths grew deeper as she concentrated on the blinding darkness in front of her. Slowly, Warwick came into focus, as if clear as day. And behind him, the landscape revealed itself. 





A corridor grew by miles the longer she took in her surroundings. The walls were primitive, carved out of the earth. Although the air was calm and tranquil where she stood, streams of blood-red fabric flooded the corridor, billowing and whipping. The sheerness of the fabric allowed the invisible wind to command their movements, as if dancing to a silent melody. Twisting, streaming and rippling, the material moved with a noticeable sensuality, enticing her to travel down the corridor. But she stood frozen, mesmerized by everything her eyes were taking in. She fantasized about what lay at the end of the path. 


Suddenly, Warwick picked her up, sweeping her off her feet. He carried her down the corridor, moving effortlessly in a smooth, flowing stride, as if he were gliding through the passage. It was dreamlike, everything moving in slow motion. 



The blood-red material blew across them as they made their journey. The touch was enchanting, unlike anything she’d ever felt caressing her skin. It felt like water drenching her one minute, soft human fingertips the next. The farther they traveled, the more humanlike the fabric appeared. Soon it formed long fingers outlining the contours of her face. From her neck, past her cheeks and up to her hairline, the fingers moved sensually, disappearing into the thick of her hair.

Tantalizing and mystifying, the experience proved to be arousing and stimulating. But the dull blade of anxiety sharpened once again, causing a sudden pain to slice through her belly. “What is this?” Isla asked breathlessly.

“They won’t hurt you.”

They? Oh, my god. This shouldn’t be happening.” 



Warwick smiled and continued on the path.

Isla worked vehemently to observe everything. She gazed upward, watching the countless pieces of lifelike material flow in wavy patterns, rippling sensually above her. The sea of red painted the darkness with undeniable passion, but also an unavoidable caution.

She tried not to think about it. It was a vampire world she wasn’t yet meant to understand. Though she couldn’t help but wonder what gave the material its energy. There was no wind. From what she could observe, there were no mechanisms or strings controlling their movement.

Unconsciously, Isla’s focus began to center on one particular piece of material in the distance. The undulating movement captured her, sending her into a trance. Just as an outline of something was about to reveal itself, Warwick stopped in his tracks. 





She looked all around her.

The fabric hung in place now, stationary and lifeless. Confused, she looked to the walls. No doors existed. Her gaze turned to the path in front of them then past his broad shoulders. No sign of the elevator remained. By all accounts, the space was void of any noticeable destination and provided no rhyme or reason for Warwick’s abrupt halt.

As suddenly as he’d swept her off her feet, she was standing upright, her mind in a daze. Warwick took a few steps back but kept his devilish stare burning right through her. Then, as if given a green light, the fabric back came to life once again, encircling her and Warwick until all she saw was red.

“Warwick?”

“They want to help us.” 

Pieces of fabric touched Isla’s skin. She watched as the hands she’d felt earlier materialized again before her eyes. The transformation was astonishing and rendered Isla speechless. A long, rectangular piece of sheer fabric bunched together, forming a tight ball at its end. Slowly, it unraveled to reveal the outline of a hand. Long red fingers, the index and middle, walked their way up her arm teasingly, rounding her shoulder and tickling her clavicle.

Then they slid down to her chest—until they reappeared as a hand cupping and squeezing her breast.

“Oh,” Isla moaned.

More fabric made its way to her body, transforming into hands that massaged, caressed and stroked every inch of her. The sensations on her flesh made her nipples harden upon contact and sent her into a blissful haze.

“Isla, I ache for you.”









DARK COMPANION



Warwick, an Elite member of the Vampire Architects, was chosen as Isla Joseph’s Protector at the moment of her birth. Four decades later, he struggles to hide the love he harbors for his charge. When the time comes for her to learn of Warwick’s existence, lust is a beast he can’t contain, nor can Isla fight her instant attraction to this mysterious “stranger”. The pair comes together in a frenzied feast of flesh.


But their intimacy has consequences. 


Consequences for Isla, when she discovers her lover is a vampire…for the team of Architects, who are struggling to save her from a horrific future…for Warwick, when he’s forced to wipe every trace of himself from Isla’s memory.

Isla, Warwick and the Architects will soon discover love isn’t so easily erased. And while fate may have dark designs for Isla…destiny has other plans.


A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave




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Meet Maya DeLeina



Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Author.

Maya was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.

Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.

One bite and she was hooked.


www.mayadeleina.net









3 comments:

  1. Yes! I too have a wondefully warped take on romance. Who doesn't? Beautiful writing. Wow. Thank you for sharing with us.

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