by Tracey Cooper
I’m so happy to have Tracy Cooper-Posey here with us today. Tracy has visited ThatsErotica’s sister site VampireRomanceBooks in the past, but this is her first time here. As a long time fan of Tracy’s I cannot say enough about her fantastic books. I could go on and on, but I’ll turn it over to Tracy. She’s written a great post for us today on two things we love here at TE: Sex and Vampires! What two things go together better? Please give Tracy a warm welcome and don’t forget, anyone who leaves a comment is entered to win a copy of Byzantine Heartbreak from her Beloved Bloody Time series.
This is my very first guest post on That’s Erotica and I thought I would grace the occasion by talking about sex. It seems appropriate. As most of the books I write are vampire romances and highly erotic at that, let’s talk about vampires and sex.
Vampires in erotic romances is hardly a new idea. Vampires and sex go together like honey and bread and are just as finger-licking good together, too. They ooze with the same golden sensualty that makes your mouth water. Sensuality is a part of the vampire mythos – from seducing innocent maidens and turning them, a la Dracula, to Anne Rice’s vampire series with its mild hints of MM relationships. Every author since has built upon that heavily sex-imbibed base.
As I pointed out in my post earlier this month at That’s Erotica’s sister site, Vampire Romance Books, vampire romances are in absolutely no danger of disappearing any time soon. I’ve also theorized on my own blog that the “average” romance will steadily grow hotter and hotter, as it has for the last ten years, so eventually, what we once considered erotic will be considered quite tame and vanilla, while we embrace more wild, kinky and exotic sexual situations in the hotter erotic stories we read.
Vampires will be a big part of that hot end of the curve, I suspect. Or…I think they should. Here’s why.
The average vampire has been around for a long time – far longer than the average human. They don’t eat, drink or sleep and their appetite for anything other than blood has disappeared. However, in every fictional universe I’ve read (I can’t think of a single exception) vampires are able to copulate. They can enjoy sex with both humans and other vampires.
If humans, after only a decade or two, can grow weary of endless sex partners, or endless sex with the same partner, how much more jaded is a vampire going to grow over the course of a century or two, when sex is the only biological diversion left to him?
Humans tend to get very creative with their sexual pursuits when boredom has set in. They start experimenting. Sex toys, video tapes, new positions, fantasies, role playing, dress-ups, massage, frequency, setting, anything and everything may be tried. Long term partners will lose weight, change wardrobes, get fit(ter), take up mutual hobbies. At the more extreme end of the sex scale, some couples experiment with swinging, menages and open marriages.
And some long term relationships fail. The wellspring of sexual happiness and satisfaction can sometimes be the only glue that holds some relationships together and when that binding evaporates, there is no sustainable relationship left worth holding on to.
There’s not too many fictional universes where vampires manage to maintain long term romantic relationships. Humans don’t live long enough and relationships with other vampires tend to fall apart because time and history are too caustic: they dissolve relationships rather than cement them.
But for those relationships that do withstand more than a few decades or for any vampire’s sex life at all, how do they cope with the ennui that must set in? Surely, just like humans, the vampires would reach for more and more exotic extremes of sex, once what they currently practice becomes “normal”?
Vampires have endless amounts of time, strength and flexibility to indulge themselves in whatever takes their fancy. They also have compound-interest enhanced bank accounts to support those interests and buy whatever they want, including memberships in exclusive and private clubs.
After a century or two, it’s easy to see that an individual vampire’s sexual tastes and preferences could end up somewhere far different from where she or he originally began. A vampire that began life as vanilla and hetrosexual as it was possible to be–right at the top of the Kinsey scale (http://bit.ly/PkMbpg)—might eventually find themselves drifting down to the middle as bisexual indulgences bring new sensations and pleasure. Multiple partners, BDSM, submission and domination would all be explored.
It wouldn’t be simply sex and sexual pleasure that the vampire would be considering along the way. Domestic arrangements would also come under question. The global human male/female marriage would be tested and alternatives experimented with.
In the vampires romance series of mine, Beloved Bloody Time (http://bit.ly/PARWjr), one of the characters says that vampires are best suited to menage relationships, as over time one or other of the three is free to come and go as they need to without ever abandoning the relationship or leaving anyone alone.
It’s not the only alternative arrangement that vampires might naturally fall into, but its one of the more popular sexual arrangements beyond the standard MF being explored in erotic romance these days.
I think it’s fairly safe to say that any vampire of sufficiently advanced age would long ago have left behind any normal human prejudices, barriers and limitations when it comes to sexual experimentation and practice. While they may look and respond more or less as a human does in order to blend in with society, when opportunities arise to move beyond what a human would consider perhaps even “excessive,” for a vampire the question whether to explore or not doesn’t even arise because they’ve travelled those extreme paths so often it’s well within their comfort zones. Of course they’re going to indulge!
Vampire sexual behaviour, given free reign, would therefore probably be at the very far end of the range of wicked – and that would barely raise their pulse.
No wonder vampires are so popular!
Blood Stone is my 44th title and my ninth indie book.
Nial orders Calum Garrett to get close to Hollywood producer Kate Lindenstream. Garrett reluctantly complies for he has held himself apart from humans for centuries. Kate doesn’t fall into Garrett’s arms, either. She already has someone for that. Roman Xerus — whom Kate knows as Adrian — and Garrett go way back to the sixteenth century Scottish highlands, but they parted bitterly two hundred years ago.
With Roman’s support, Kate battles Garrett in wills and business as he methodically forces himself into her life. However, on the closed-in movie set in the Californian desert, Garrett’s calm, orderly world crumbles for Garrett is drawn to Kate. He has begins to experience real, human feelings.
Kate doesn’t cooperate in the chess game Nial orchestrates, despite being unaware of the strategies swirling around her film set. Demanding and expecting only the best for her movie, Kate’s agenda forces Roman and Garrett to work together to protect her and keep the humans around her ignorant of the Pro Libertatus, the anonymous and all-powerful vampire group who nearly killed Nial, Sebastian and Winter, and shield Kate from the excesses of the League for Humanity. But could Roman really be with the Pro Libertatus?
There’s hidden intentions everywhere, and centuries of repressed feelings, along with at least two different groups that mean them harm. Then there’s the rumours that Kate has found the mythical Blood Stone, the key to unlocking vampire history and lifting their curse. Who is Kate, really? Because once Garrett begins to notice, things about Kate don’t quite add up, either…
An Excerpt From: BLOOD STONE
Copyright © TRACY COOPER-POSEY, 2012
All Rights Reserved.
Adrian Xerus was a dark mystery to her. She had met him at one of the Golden Globe parties about two weeks ago. Unlike all the stars and industry people at the party, he had been dressed in jeans and a sleeveless tee-shirt that had been displaying every well-rounded muscle in his arms, and the rippling tattoo over each thick shoulder. He bristled with two days’ growth and his short, glossy black hair looked like he’d merely pushed his fingers through it upon rising. There was a heavy silver-coloured ring in one ear that glinted in a way that Kate recognised as polished white gold and titanium.
But it was his blue, blue eyes that had caught her attention, and the way he had of looking straight into her and seeing things that no one else did.
For two weeks he had continued to show up at the same events that Kate did. By the second week, he had been arriving at those events because Kate had contrived to let him know where she would be. But she held back from calling it ‘dating,’ even though he had coaxed her private cellphone number from her by the time the Oscars rolled around.
Three days ago he had disappeared.
Until last night, very late, he had phoned from New York and asked her to meet him here today for lunch. A date. He hadn’t said the word “date” at all, but that was what it amounted to. In the two weeks they had been accidentally-on-purpose running into each other it had always been at public Hollywood events, surrounded by peers.
This wouldn’t be anything like that. It would be a lunch date.
But the off-hand, casual way Adrian had suggested the meeting had made it so easy for Kate to agree that it hadn’t been until after the call that she had realized the implications.
The waiter arrived to take their orders, and Kate got the Cobb Salad, suddenly starving, while Adrian settled for coffee.
“I ate on the plane,” he told her, handing the waiter the menus. “And I’m still on Eastern Time.”
“So why the sudden trip to New York?” she asked. She was on the verge of adding “You left without a word,” but realized that he didn’t owe her that much, anyway. “Business?” she asked, keeping her tone as light and uninterested as she could manage.
“Something like that.” Adrian’s tone matched hers. He put his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand, so that he could turn and look at her properly. “I hope you didn’t stay lonely while I’ve been gone?” His voice had shifted and become deeper. Sexier.
Kate couldn’t help her tiny little in-drawn breath. But it was infinitesimal, and Adrian shouldn’t have been able to hear it. She couldn’t help the little snapshot images of Greg Evershot, in and out of his tuxedo, that zinged through her mind.
“You didn’t,” he breathed, a smile starting to form. Kate could hear approval and arousal in those two words, and her body tingled in response. He sat up, studying her.
Kate pursed her lips and stared levelly back at him.
“Who was the lucky guy?” Adrian asked.
“None of your business,” she shot back.
His smile broadened. “He can’t have been very good if you were still awake at three a.m. talking to me. Ask for your money back, Kate.”
Kate laughed a little. “You’re being figurative, I hope. Or should I just lay hundred dollar bills on the mattress when I want to have sex with you?”
“You’d need more money than you could raise to pay for a night with me, Kate Lindenstream.” There was genuine anger in his voice, mixed up with the sexy provocation and even though Adrian’s expression didn’t change by a fraction of an inch, Kate could see something in his eyes shift.
Her breath, her heart, even her pulse seemed to stand still. She wasn’t imagining it, she knew that. She was a director — it was her job to differentiate between nuances of an actor’s line delivery to get the perfect inflection, the perfect line. Plus, she had perfect pitch. And alarm bells were ringing.
Kate managed to get her voice to work again. “Are you…you’re not…?” A prostitute?
The deathly silence that followed could only have lasted a mere second or two in real time, but it seemed to stretch forever while her pulse thudded in her temples and her throat.
“No one buys or sells me, Kate.” His voice was even. Controlled.
She let out a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding. “It’s hard to imagine anyone daring to try it. Harder still, you letting them getting away with it,” she tossed back at him as lightly as she could.
“Then you’ve read that much of me right.” Adrian hadn’t moved from that perfectly still position. It occurred to Kate that he was perhaps full of tension that he was not letting her see.
“The little bit you’ve shown, yeah,” she agreed carefully, trying to make it sound light, and absolutely free of any resentment, because there really wasn’t any. They’d both mutually chosen this hands-off, distant circling of each other. They both understood the industry and the games people played because of it, and this wary, slow approach had been just fine.
Kate hastily pushed the little voice aside for later consideration.
Adrian drew in a breath. Let it out. Then he lifted his chin to draw her attention to their waiter, hurrying toward them with her salad.
“Lunch,” he announced. “Great.” He sounded relieved.
Kate wanted to shove the door back open on the subject he was clearly trying to shut down, but instinct told her to hold back on the need to dig deeper.
Kate knew Adrian was bad news. She could tell from his appearance. More, she could tell from her response to him. She knew too little about him, and no one she knew seemed to know anything about him, either. Everyone knew someone who knew him, but no one knew him directly. He was a cypher. He hugged the dark in a land where everyone wanted the spotlight. It wasn’t natural.
It made him irresistible to her. Adrian Xerus lay in her future. How badly was he going to screw up her life? How strong a damage shield could she maintain?
Physically, probably none. His voice, his eyes, his big hands and strong arms, those thickly muscled shoulders — the combination preyed upon her weaknesses in the most devastatingly effective way.
Mentally, well, she had been playing power games with the big boys for nearly a decade now. Longer, actually.
Adrian would have to be really good to get around her mentally, so if he had an agenda, she knew she could spot it and neutralize it before he got to play it on her.
So Kate let the thrill of pleasurable anticipation fizz through her body, and picked up her fork. “Okay, lunch,” she agreed. “Chit chat and gossip. I’ll tell you about the SAG gala and which actress got the most drunk, and you can tell me about the silliest hat you saw on Fifth Avenue. Do you need a ride somewhere after?”
“Hollywood Markets, if you’re going that way. My fridge is empty,” Adrian replied.
She considered her next appointment, in Van Iuys. “Works for me,” she lied, and took her first bite, her hunger now a ravening.
BLOOD STONE is the second book in the Blood Stone series
BLOOD STONE is the sequel to BLOOD KNOT.
It is a Plus-sized Novel.
WARNING: This book contains two hot, sexy alpha heroes, frequent, explicit and frank sex scenes and sexual language.
It includes heart-stopping sexual scenes between the aforementioned sexy heroes, menage scenes, anal sex and the use of sex toys. Don’t proceed beyond this point if hot love scenes offend you.
No vampires were harmed in the making of this novel.
Blood Stone is the second book in my best selling vampire romance series, released September 14, 2012.
The good news? The first book in the series, Blood Knot, is my personal best seller, and also an Amazon #1 Best Seller (Fantasy Romance), was the Winner of the Coffee Time Reviewer’s Recommended Award, was listed as one of Goodread’s “Most Drool-worthy Covers“, nominated for Erotic Vampire Book of the Year by The Romance Reviews, and received a CAPA Nomination for Best Paranormal Book of the Year by The Romance Studio, December, 2011, among many glowing and rave reviews. If you’re curious about Blood Knot, you can read more here: http://bit.ly/g9pSw5.
Blood Knot on Amazon now: http://amzn.to/hcrCCf
Blood Stone on Amazon: http://amzn.to/QZapKa
Tracy Cooper-Posey is an Amazon #1 Best Selling Author. She writes erotic vampire romances, hot romantic suspense, paranormal and urban fantasy romances. She has published over 40 novels since 1999, been nominated for 5 CAPAs including Favourite Author, and won the Emma Darcy Award.
She turned to indie publishing in 2011. Her indie titles have been nominated three times for Book Of The Year. She has been a national magazine editor and for a decade she taught romance writing at Grant MacEwan University.
She is addicted to Irish Breakfast tea and chocolate, sometimes taken together. In her spare time she enjoys sewing, history, Sherlock Holmes, science fiction and ignoring her treadmill. An Australian, she lives in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, a professional wrestler, where she moved in 1996 after meeting him on-line.
Her website can be found at http://TracyCooperPosey.com