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Today I welcome Eva LeFoy to the blog.
Darkest Flowers by Eva Lefoy
Available June 13th
A dark stormy night. A sexy, mysterious vampire and a scarred man surrounded by carnivorous plants in a steamy greenhouse. An attraction they cannot ignore…
The main character in Darkest Flowers is Henri Muller, a botany PHD student. He’s in his forties. He’s been hurt a time or two. He’s been scarred by forest fire. But before he can graduate he must finish his thesis and to do that, he needs to study specimens of the Cobra Lily – a carnivorous plant.
When he makes one last-ditch effort to find Cobra Lilies in an off-the-beaten-path greenhouse, Henri finds more than flowers there. He finds a beautiful, mysterious man. Sexually attracted to him, and needing release, Henri and Ambrose get down and dirty in the flower bed. Then Ambrose’s fangs come out…
But by then, it’s already too late to escape. Soon, Henri desires another taste of Ambrose’s deadly love, even if it kills him.
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…
Ambrose closed the space between them, and before Henri could react, he’d raised a hand to the right side of his face. He’d forgotten he wore no protection. Ambrose’s silky fingertips traced along the delicate scarred tissue, and Henri turned his body away, his stomach twisting with self-disgust. Where is my hat? How did I forget? “I’m sorry. I know it’s horrible to look at.”
“No, Henri. It is only a scar. If you think a mere scar can render a perfect being imperfect, you are wrong.” Ambrose moved to stand directly behind him, slipping an arm around his waist.
Henri groaned at the simple touch he’d been denied for so long. Impulses shot through him, leaving him shaking with equal parts fear and desire. He pushed back into Ambrose’s body, hungry to feel a man’s skin next to his. God, how many nights had he burned for this type of contact?
Ambrose breathed into his ear, “You are still a very beautiful man, Henri. Shall I prove it to you?” Down below, his hand closed around the bulge in Henri’s pants.
Henri cried out, arching against Ambrose, pre-cum soaking his boxers. In a few more seconds, he’d come shuddering in Ambrose’s embrace like some horny teenager.
“You have too many clothes on,” Ambrose whispered. “Let me…” He tugged at Henri’s shirt.
“No.” Fear shot through him. No, he couldn’t do that. The ugly red welts ran the length of his side and most of the way down his right thigh. “Please. I’m…I’m not used to being naked in front of anyone.”
Lids dipped lower over Ambrose’s silver grey eyes and light grey eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks. “Of course. Here. This will help.” He strode back to the far wall and took a light grey flower-decorated silk robe off a hanger. When he came back, he held it up with both hands. “Slip into this. I won’t look.”
Trust. For some reason Henri responded to Ambrose’s calm soothing voice and did as he asked. Or maybe it was sheer lust controlling his actions. He shucked his shirt and slipped his arms into the robe, then dropped his pants, and paused. Can I really do this? Maybe I should leave…
Before he had a chance to change his mind, Ambrose came around his front and tied the robe loosely around his midsection. With a secretive smile he cajoled Henri’s cooperation. “Come. I want to show you something.”
Ambrose took him by the hand and led him to the side of the greenhouse near the door he’d entered. From there they went into a special section that felt almost like a shrine. Inside was a single corpse flower. The largest Henri had ever laid eyes upon. Ambrose let go of his hand and the two stood side by side, studying the bloom. “It’s magnificent.”
“I come here sometimes in the evenings, just to be in its presence.” Ambrose sighed and stroked his cock, leaving Henri no doubt what Ambrose did here. Both sights sent a rush of illicit desire through him. The petals of the flower had pulled open, exposing the spadix, which stood approximately eight feet tall. The large cock-like structure before him and the sound of Ambrose’s quickened breathing beside him had his own hardened length aching for a good stroking. “Don’t you find it very…pleasing?”
Darkest Flowers will release June 13th from MLR Press. http://www.mlrbooks.com/books.php
Until then, tell me about your favorite flower!
Author Bio and Contact:
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.