My World Guest: Eva Lefoy

A big cold one 

by Eva Lefoy (@eva_lefoy)

It’s the time of year when the temperature is heating up and an ice cold beer sounds heavenly. Especially after working out in hot sun all day, or after your afternoon run when you’re all sweaty and in need of a shower. Anything ice cold is wonderful. So how about a nice cold cock?

(Pauses while you wipe the coffee off your keyboard…)

See, in my mind, I don’t think of vampires as warm. If they’re not warm-blooded, they have to be cold like a lizard right? They gain heat from the sun. They absorb it. But therein lies one serious problem – and let’s not even talk about glittering vamps here aka Twilight – they can’t lie in the sun and absorb it’s energy. So they HAVE to stay cold, right?

Now that you’re with me on this – and don’t think I’m bonkers! – you’ll understand why I made Ambrose’s cock bone-chillingly cold in my latest book, Darkest Flowers, a M/M erotic romance from MLR Press. He’s a vampire. He lives in the shade. He’s not warm-blooded. Therefore… he’s got a big cold one, as botanist Henri Muller finds out. The hard way. LOL I HAD to say it!

Luckily, Henri Muller has a heat problem. You see, he’s been in a forest fire and every night, the memory of the fire consumes him a little bit more. He’s got nightmares and nightsweats (some of us gals can totally relate, right?) and lo and behold, there’s Ambrose with a wonderful solution to his problem.

Kind of makes an ice cold beer on a hot summer day look like a really easy conflict to solve, huh?

Tell me what’s your favorite beer and I’ll pick a winner from the comments for a FREE copy of Darkest Flowers.

Thanks for having me here today!

Eva

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DARKEST FLOWERS 

by EVA LEFOY

Botanist Henri Muller will do almost anything for a flower—even brave a forest fire. Scarred and heartbroken, he journeys to a greenhouse run by a reclusive proprietor with a mysterious green thumb and a potent sexuality. Henri’s startled by their passionate encounter, but when he discovers the vampire’s bite soothes his tormented body and soul he longs to stay though the cure is deadly.

Ambrose is a shy monster with a lonely heart. Will Henri choose to become his mate or will he let Ambrose wilt and die like a neglected flower? With each passing day, Ambrose grows weaker...

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Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Darkest-Flower-Eva-Lefoy-ebook/dp/B00KXZ1XYE

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk./Darkest-Flower-Eva-Lefoy-ebook/dp/B00KXZ1XYE

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EXCERPT:

A possible Ambrose

He gripped the arctic ass behind him and pulled it closer, desperate to have Ambrose’s cock inside him, even if he had to go through fabric to get it. “Oh, God, Ambrose. Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”

“Yes.” Ambrose hissed the word and grabbed Henri’s hand, leading him back to the main greenhouse. “I shall have you. You will become part of my beautiful collection.”

Henri had no idea what that meant. But as Ambrose tipped him backward into a container full of lilies, he didn’t care. He landed on the moist soil and spread his legs. Surrounded by the soft petals and powerful spicy scents, he succumbed to the most passionate heat he’d ever known.

Ambrose opened a flower stem, took some sort of lubricant from it, spread it on his shaft and entered Henri’s hungry hole.

Each sharp thrust made him gasp anew, filling him with a cock so unrelentingly hard, so bone-chillingly cold, he gasped out moans of agony. The shock wasn’t unlike being thrust into an arctic sea. The polar temperature of Ambrose’s cock warred with his overheated channel, and little by little, the shaft inside him warmed. But Henri only grew hotter, just like he did every night he jerked himself off. Oh God, not this again.

“Easy now. You’ll be even warmer in a few seconds, but you have nothing to fear.”

Ambrose was right. The moment he was fully seated, Henri found himself overcome by a dizzying fever. Sweat broke out across his body. His arms and legs shook with it, his throat raspy and dry. “Ambrose….” His tight ring clenched and relaxed, sending shivers up his channel that turned to fire. If Ambrose didn’t fill and cool every inch of him and relieve him of this fervent heat, he’d burst into flames. “More. Oh God, more. Move inside me. I’m too hot. Too hot.”

Ambrose did as asked, sliding his long rigid cock in and out at the same tortuous pace he’d used to milk Henri’s shaft earlier.

Henri gripped handfuls of flower stems and lifted his hips, hungrily meeting each of Ambrose’s thrusts with his own. By now the air was so humid and heavy, it felt like a Cincinnati linebacker sat on his chest. His voice exited with a scratchy wheeze. “More. Please.” He didn’t know how much of this excruciating madness he could take. If Ambrose would only hurry…

But he didn’t. Instead, Ambrose leaned close and trailed a frosty white finger down Henri’s sweat-soaked chest. The sudden change from hot to cold pushed him over the edge. His ass clenched and he arched his back and came, his howl rattling the panes of glass above him.

Ambrose leaned over him, pressing them skin to skin, his straight platinum hair shimmering with each slight movement of his hips.

Heat met cold. Fusion met explosion. Henri’s orgasm in process ratcheted up a notch, tearing through him like wild pounding fear. He squirmed and twisted, in agony and ecstasy. And then he opened his eyes and saw them. Ambrose had fangs.

Stunned, fire still consuming his flesh, he screamed in terror but couldn’t rouse his muscles to flee as Ambrose bent lower, put his mouth to Henri’s neck, and sank his pearly white teeth into his galloping pulse.

Henri’s cock erupted, drenching his belly, his cum soaking into the flower bed. As if from far away, he heard Ambrose release and a chilly liquid soothed his channel, cooling him down. His fever broke. Spent, head spinning, Henri swooned. Behind closed eyes he dreamed of being trapped in the fire, only this time, Ambrose dragged him to safety.

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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She's also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she'll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she's writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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