Thank you, Leah, for hosting me at your blog today!

I work in the mental health field, and so many of my books have references to various psychological conditions. Niall from Wicked Burn PTSD, Lana from Paradise Rules had an anxiety condition, Thomas from Explosive a post traumatic/localized amnesia, etc. I don’t go on and on about the specifics of the condition, just weave the symptoms into the characterization, history and motives.

In my upcoming erotic paranormal novel from Samhain, Silken Rapture, I used some psychological stuff, but maybe not in the obvious sense. Have you ever said to a friend, that person just sucks me dry, meaning that said person has a way of stealing all your emotional energy and draining you? You might consider people like that emotional vampires, which takes us into the murky psychological area of personality disorders. I’ve always speculated the personality disorders tie into the archetype and mythos of the vampire.

Using that foundation, I let my imagination go wild. In the Princes of the Underground series, I created a race of men that feed off something called vitessence—which is essentially soul-energy. This race must live off humans for this life-energy. Where can vitessence be found? Well, it’s an entire energy field around human beings, like an aura, but it can be found most richly in fluids associated with human emotion—tears, sweat, sexual secretions, and of course, blood. And so, the hybrid of the mythological vampire and the emotional vampire was forged.

My hero, Blaise, has seemingly been doomed to live as a parasite off humans forever, leading a powerful, but essentially soulless and meaningless existence. His redemption has been orchestrated for him by a higher power, however, even if he does have to overcome obstacle after obstacle to attain his goal. There are certain women who possess a uniquely powerful soul, and Isabel Lanscourt is one of them. If my vampire hero can not only possess Isabel, but learn what it means to love, then he transcends his parasitic nature. In learning not just to take, but to give, he finds his soul.

Of course, Blaise will have to battle the selfish, bloodthirsty side of his nature—symbolized in a very literal sense by his Scourge clone, Morshiel. Blaise has to fight against many unforeseen enemies to possess Isabel, including himself. As in all things, however, the harder the fight, the sweeter the victory.

Here’s the blurb and excerpt from the novel Silken Rapture, Princes of the Underground 2.

He is her captor…
She is his soul…

When Blaise Sevliss, Lord Delraven, rescues a young woman from the clutches of his vampiritic clone the sheer amount of soul energy blazing from her unconscious body stuns him…and awakens a primal, parasitic hunger he has fought for centuries to quell.

Determined to keep her safe from the ravenous Scourge horde, Blaise must hide her in his underground stronghold. Where the powerful urge to consume her gnaws at the last shreds of his control.

With a touch, Isabel Lanscourt can divine the darkest of secrets. Her ability is little help, though, when she awakens in a lush world where sensuality rules. Her shining spirit is a beacon to all the powerful immortals in Sanctuary, but only one can touch her. The enigmatic Lord Delraven, whose brusque coldness is belied by the heated need in his eyes.

In a dangerous zone between temptation and memory, desire ignites an explosion of luminescent beauty. And Isabel’s healing touch begins to fill his emptiness with an impossible gift: a soul. But Blaise holds a dangerous secret, one that could extinguish Isabel’s inner light. And cast his lonely world into eternal darkness.

Warning: Step into a sensual world of vampires who love to feed and love to…er…feast, where sexual variety is the spice of their lives. No sweetness and light here, this is one vampire who can put the “B” into “bad guy” without batting an eye.

Excerpt: Silken Rapture

Her hand shook slightly when she extended it toward the handle on an adjoining door. The door swung open with a low-pitched whine.

He lay on the bed, naked save for a leather harness of sorts that looped around his hips and thighs. It left his genitals fully exposed.

For a full ten seconds, both of them remained unmoving.

He made a sound—a small noise like a choking, hoarse gasp. She glanced rapidly from his erect cock to his face. His unusual dark green eyes seemed to smolder more than the burning embers in the study fire. When she saw the sweat that glazed his long, muscled body and the strange, desperate expression on his bold features, she raced into the room. It suddenly struck her that every fiber of his flesh was straining to move, but couldn’t.

“You’re ill,” she said, her gaze flickering around the room. Do creatures such as he become ill? The question came automatically into her brain, but she quickly dismissed it in the face of the obvious. Blaise Sevliss was sick, in pain, or both.

“Tell me what to do,” she insisted.

Anxiety grew in her when she saw him strain to speak, but his lips didn’t even part. His eyes flickered over to a credenza next to the door where a pitcher and glasses rested. Isabel hurried over to the table where she poured a tall glass of cool water.

“Let me hold up your head,” she said quietly when she approached him again and saw that even more sweat had beaded on his brow. He obviously was trying to raise himself and was weakened even by that effort.

She sat on the corner of the bed, her knee bent close to his shoulder, and lifted his head. He drained the water more rapidly than she would have expected, given his nearly paralyzed state. When he was done, he looked up at her. The message in his eyes was like a complicated, coded language. It bewildered and scared her, but she didn’t move away from him. She glanced down at her gloved hand. His wavy, thick hair gleamed next to the black velvet, more lustrous by far than the inexpensive fabric of the glove.

She wanted to feel it twining through her fingers. It shocked her, this sudden desire. She’d recoiled at the thought of touching another being for so long now.

She tried not to recall the vision of his beautifully shaped, erect phallus highlighted by snug straps of leather. How could he be so ill and debilitated when his cock was so hard?

For a stretched moment, they just stared at one another. She felt strange— torpid and warm, and yet energized and prickly as well, as though the nerves were singing out a plea to be touched. After a moment, she forced herself to inhale. The desperation she’d seen in his rigid face was fading, slowly being replaced by a stony, fierce expression.

“Are you better now?” she asked as she turned to set the glass on a bedside table. When he didn’t speak, she tried to gather herself. What was it that she was doing here? Why had she come? It was so difficult to think, when her vision was so full of him, when he crowded her senses and flooded her brain. It felt a like a sensual assault.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he said.

“I-I had to. I needed to speak with you. You must let me go.”

“You shouldn’t have come,” he repeated. Her forehead crinkled in confusion when she heard the bleakness of his tone.

Suddenly, without her knowing how it had happened, she lay on the bed, her head on the pillow where his had just been. He leaned down over her, his large hands holding her shoulders. She saw that his incisors had lengthened. For some reason, she wanted to weep when she saw the wild desperation on his rigid features.

Such a living portrait of pain.

He leaned down and sank his teeth into her neck.

She wanted to scream, whether in fear or shock or ecstasy, she didn’t know. There was pain, but a distilled, voluptuous bliss twined through it, leaving her immobilized. Her eyes opened wide, as though she were being shown the secrets of the universe and couldn’t quite comprehend the miracle of the vision.

A tension swelled in her sex. It hurt where his teeth pierced her neck, but his lips moved around the puncture wounds, the movement striking her as decadently erotic. She felt the heat of his mouth penetrate her. Somehow, the sharp pain he wrought mingled with nerve and flesh until it transformed into a potent, sharp need for release.

She struggled weakly against him, not because she wanted this bizarre, electrical experience to stop—no, she would have begged him to continue—but distantly, she was mortified that she was about to climax explosively beneath a stranger…

…her captor.

Silken Rapture, November 22, Samhain Publishing
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12 thoughts on “Beth Kery’s Silken Rapture

  • November 19, 2011 at 9:49 am

    Wow…I hadn’t heard about this series before but the excerpt alone is definitely putting this on my TBR list!

  • November 19, 2011 at 12:14 pm

    Just wanted to wave hi, Leah and Beth! No need to include me–Velvet Cataclysm is on my TBR, ready to read right before I go into Silken Rapture 🙂 Yowza! 🙂

  • November 19, 2011 at 12:53 pm

    Hi Beth & Leah
    Just waving hi!! Love the excerpt. And wow to emotional vampire. Great expression.

  • November 19, 2011 at 3:30 pm

    Have always been a Kery fan but would have never picked this book to read until the excerpt! All I can say is WOW and I will def be ordering!

  • November 19, 2011 at 10:32 pm

    Please don’t enter me in the giveaway.
    I just wanted to come by and say hi to Beth and Leah
    .I really liked Velvet Cataclysm and can’t wait for Silken Rapture

  • November 20, 2011 at 8:39 am

    Omg I need this! Love the whole idea and excerpt 😉 thanks for the giveaway xoxo

  • November 20, 2011 at 9:37 am

    Thank you to Leah for having me at her blog. Sure do appreciate it!

    Hi Lynn! Thanks about the excerpt. I spent a lot of time layering the sensuality in Blaise’s world.

    Howdy Fedora! Nice to see you, as always! 🙂

    Hi Marika! Thanks for the support.

    Hey Mary. 🙂 Thanks.

    Megan B! Thanks for your support, too. This series is a variation from my contemps, but I think you’ll find the common threads of alpha males, and intense, emotional romance consistent.

    Anara–Hello there! Thank you. Are you coming to Lori Foster’s again next year? 🙂

    Hi Elaine. You’re very sweet. Thanks.

    Hi Dawn! I hope you’ll enjoy. 🙂

    • November 20, 2011 at 12:19 pm

      I’ll be there with bell’s on, Beth! I had so much fun at Lori Foster’s Get Together last year. Meeting great people like yourself was the best part and I can’t wait to do it again. =)

      • November 20, 2011 at 10:45 pm

        Waving back at Anara.

  • November 20, 2011 at 1:17 pm

    Im a day late —darn! Beth, this Series sounds soooooooo YUMMY! What a great, unique idea for the plot!

    I hope Im not too late for the GiveAway.

    Wishing you lots of Sales!

    Hugs, Kari Thomas,

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