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  • ISBN-13: 9780758215437
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 1/28/2007
  • Series: Aphrodisia Series
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 1,447,446
  • Product dimensions: 5.54 (w) x 8.22 (h) x 0.99 (d)

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Blood Red


By SHARON PAGE

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2007 Sharon Page
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7582-1543-6


Chapter One

Awakening

The Village of Maidensby, Yorkshire, 1818

"Can you imagine both our mouths on you, love?"

Althea sighed as the seductive male voice whispered behind her. His warm breath danced over the nape of her neck, stirring loose strands of her hair.

A moan spilled from her lips as his big hands closed over her shoulders, slipping beneath the straps of her chemise. One pair of hands-a gentleman's hands, long-fingered, elegant. Hot, slightly rough, and all too real.

How could a dream stir her senses so?

Her dream lover massaged her shoulders and the controlled power in his touch vibrated through her. His fingers stroked the top of her spine. A bolt of desire raced down and exploded between her legs, drawing out a gasping sob from her very soul. A desperate sound. A plea.

For mercy? Or for more?

With a low chuckle, he held her as her legs melted beneath her.

Against her ear, his husky voice promised sin.

"Can you imagine my hands and his worshipping you?"

No. Althea shook her head, and that, too, felt real. No, she could not begin to imagine it. It was too scandalous. Too forbidden.

How could she, a virgin, be dreaming this?

"Then perhaps it is not a dream, Althea. Perhaps it is a premonition."

No, she argued. It is a dream. Only a dream.

His head bent to her neck. His silkyhair brushed her tingling skin. She shuddered at the gentle scrape of pointed teeth. But she could not pull away, even as he drew the straps from her shoulders. He'd unfastened the tapes and the neckline gaped at her breasts, exposing them. He tugged it down further and she grabbed at his hands to rescue her modesty.

"No, sweet. Let us enjoy."

Her mouth dry, Althea stared down at her pale curves tipped with puckered nipples, small and pink. Two large male hands framed her bosom, holding the lacy neckline.

She'd never truly looked at her own breasts, not with the interest, the fascination, of these men. She'd never caressed them, never.

For the first time, the second man spoke. "Beautiful."

Her gaze riveted on him. He lounged on a massive bed, shirt open to reveal sculpted muscles, swirls of golden curls and dusky pink nipples. Skin-tight buff breeches encased his powerful legs. His long fingers skimmed over his crotch, stroking the thick curving ridge that lifted the fabric. Her body ached in response. Her heart hammered, lodged in her throat.

His long golden hair fell across his eyes, shadowing his beautiful face. Only moonlight lit the room, glittering as it fell across his dark eyes. In the bluish light, his hair glimmered like moonbeams, but she knew, the way dreamers did, what his coloring must be.

"Aren't they?" Satin brushed her back as the man behind her moved closer. The buttons of his waistcoat pressed into her spine. Althea felt engulfed by him, small, delicate.

But not afraid.

She tried to twist around to see the man behind, but she couldn't. He seemed formed of light and shadow. Only his hands were rendered in detail. The backs traced with veins, the knuckles large, the fingers astonishingly strong, yet graceful. Mesmerized, Althea watched his fingers release her fragile chemise, which dropped to her waist.

She swallowed a cry as those sensual hands cupped her naked bosom. Her tight, swollen breasts fit into his big palms like ripe apples. He lifted them, displaying them to the other man.

"Pinch her nipples," suggested the man on the bed, and he flicked open the first button securing his breeches.

Thumbs tapped her hard nipples, shocking her with jolts of pleasure and agony. He strummed them, and she arched back, thrusting her breasts forward. He wasn't so gentle anymore. He squeezed tight, plucked, pinched, and tugged at her nipples. But she loved every coarse, rough caress. He knew, far better than she, what she wanted. What her breasts enjoyed.

The man on the bed shifted to his knees. His lean, muscular abdomen rippled. Waggling his brows with teasing amusement, he drew down his open breeches to the middle of his thighs, revealing his small clothes. His intimate parts, etched in relief by shadow and silvery light, pulsed as he moved.

Althea caught her breath. Strangely, in this room, with these two men, in this startling, wonderful dream, she couldn't speak. Perhaps she wasn't allowed to-because she should be protesting her innocence. She should be fleeing for safety.

The man on the bed possessed large, beautiful hands too. Hands tugging down his linens, struggling to release his ...

"His cock, love."

The man behind her arched his hips forward and she felt the ridge, hard as a poker in his trousers, jab against her bottom. His hips swayed, bumping his staff across her derrière.

It must be a dream. It had to be a dream.

The golden-haired man dropped his linens, freeing his cock. She understood the term "rampant rod," which she'd heard whispered by maids. This thing seemed to have a mind of its own. It wobbled, swayed, and grew longer before her astonished eyes. A nest of hair surrounded it, a cap crowned it, and it glistened as though wet. Moonlight played along its length, revealing a ridge along the back that led to a dangling sack that must be his ballocks. The maids called them jewels, as though they were incredibly precious.

Althea couldn't draw her gaze from it as he slid from the bed. As he pulled off his boots, kicked off his clothes. He swaggered toward her, his cock standing proud, straight, and tall, amidst the thicket of golden curls. She could tell he was proud of it, too, and his hand settled around it in a possessive gesture.

Her legs trembled as he gave one long stroke to the base and back up to the tip. Behind her, her other lover arched hard against her, trapping her thin chemise between the cheeks of her bottom as he pushed his clothed cock against her.

It had been delicious to be caressed by one man, but to have two touch her at once was a sensation unsurpassed. Someone tore her chemise away. Ripped it from her and tossed the tattered garment aside. Four hands moved over her skin, hot as candle flames, smooth and sensuous as a silken robe. They didn't touch her between her thighs but coasted flat palms over her dark red pubic curls.

Althea shuddered, caught on a horrifying cusp between fear and unbearable arousal. Their hands were pale, stark against the peach-tinted skin of her tummy and breasts.

As though they'd said, "One, two, three, go," they both bent and took her nipples into their mouths. Her cry rang out into the room. Both nipples in hot male mouths at once. Both nipples lightly scraped by pointy fangs.

As they began sucking in earnest, they took on their own unique rhythms, the contrasts more stunning than having them work in unison had been. Golden hair spilled over her neck and face from both sides. Two hard male members bumped her hips, one nude, the other clothed.

Hands parted her thighs and she whimpered in relief. Their tongues licked her nipples. Their fingers slid between her nether lips. She was slick, scandalously wet and hot. From their groans, she knew the men liked the feel of her wetness on their fingers. Liked the musky perfume floating up from between her legs.

Something built inside her. Althea sobbed with it and began to rock against their hands. Seeking more. Needing more.

"Yes. Yes." Their voices joined, a chorus urging her on. Their mouths moved over her, pleasuring her nipples, her neck, capturing her mouth. With her lids almost covering her eyes, she couldn't see who kissed her where. She gave herself to them, floating between them.

A finger touched the entrance to her bottom and she gasped. Fingers stroked the top of her sex and she screamed. She ground herself hard against their big hands. Harder. Harder.

"Make yourself come, sweetheart."

"God, yes, come for us, love."

She drove relentlessly, gasping, moaning. "Yes, yes, yes." She cried the word over and over in her mind. A frenzy gripped her, possessed her. She snapped inside. Pleasure swamped her like a wave and her body bucked over their fingers. They held her tight, praised her, groaned with her.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Her eyes shut tight, plunging her into a velvety darkness as the throbbing faded into a light-headed joy.

Faintly she heard a wicked voice murmur against her ear. "You have never been bitten, have you, angel?"

Weak, she shook her head. But for their arms around her, she would dissolve into a puddle on the floor. She was powerless. Powerless.

"Can you imagine the erotic pleasure of having both of us bite you?"

No. She tried to fight. To force her arms to hit and her legs to kick. Desperate, panicked, she thrashed against their strong grasp-

Tangled in her sheets, Althea Yates opened her eyes and bit back a scream. Heart racing, she fought the threadbare blankets, kicked at the sheets that held her, and bolted upright.

Cold air washed over her, prickling against her damp skin even through her heavy nightdress. Moonlight splashed in her room. She rubbed her eyes. There was no ornate bed and certainly no men in her room at the Maidensby Arms. Just a small room overfilled by her narrow bed, a battered dresser, a wobbly desk, and a sagging armchair.

Only a dream. Exhausting, terribly scandalous, and all a figment of her imagination.

Althea blinked, almost more surprised to find it was not real than she would have been if it were.

Dear heaven.

Erotic dreams had haunted her for weeks, since she'd arrived back in England, but she'd never dreamed of two men before. What did it say about her character that she would visit such a shocking scene in her sleep? And that she had enjoyed it?

It wasn't that she'd never felt desire before. When Mick O'Leary worked without his shirt, she secretly watched him. Half-naked and slick with perspiration, Mick looked elemental. Primal. Sensual. His back flexed in the most hypnotic way as he worked. Hidden by the wide brims of her prim bonnets and her spectacles, she would ogle him, and flutter inside, as though a thousand butterflies frolicked low in her tummy. She would yearn and want and fantasize until she became bad-tempered and cross and made everyone's life a misery.

That was bad enough.

But two men!

Only the most depraved woman should want such things.

What was happening to her?

Crack!

A strong gust rattled her window and Althea's heart leapt to her throat. The curtains billowed softly, even though the sash was closed. Before her startled eyes, a black shape flew at the glass, retreated, swooped again.

She launched up on her knees, ready for battle. The dark shadow slapped the glass again with an angry thwack. Leaves splayed over the small panes. Nervous laughter bubbled up in Althea's throat. Only a tree branch. She sank back down onto her bottom.

Silly goose. Jumping at shadows.

With a sigh, she relaxed and let the sated, languorous feeling steal over her again. She yawned and stretched, reaching toward the low, timbered ceiling with her hands. Her neck gave a little crick and she moved her head from side to side. Physically she was exhausted, but she knew her mind would just not let her rest now.

She was almost afraid to sleep. Each dream became more indecent, more ... more lewd. And now she was dreaming of being bitten. If she dreamed again and she didn't wake up in time, what might happen to her?

She could hardly wake up a vampire, could she? But she was not certain. She didn't truly know. Perhaps she could.

Better to think about tomorrow. They would open the crypt tomorrow.

Instinct led her right hand to the cross dangling around her neck. Althea stroked it, cupped it in her palm. For more reassurance, she glanced to the narrow window of her room. The curtains were open, as she had left them. They lay still now, hanging against the rough-hewn trim. Garlic flowers lay along the sash. Another bundle of the pungent flowers sat by the base of the door and some were clustered on the rickety table beside her bed.

Accustomed to them, she barely noticed their smell, but she'd seen the maid's nose crinkle in disgust. The first night she'd gone to bed and found all the flowers stripped away. Small bouquets of field flowers replaced them-yellow daffodils, mainly. Firmly, she had instructed the maid not to touch any of her belongings again.

The flowers, the cross, all were to keep her safe from Zayan, but there was something half-hearted in Father's admonishments about protection this time. And she feared that none of these measures would do any good.

In truth, she was afraid to open that crypt. That was probably why she had the dream.

Althea swung her legs around the side of the bed-really more of a cot-until her bare feet brushed the small carpet thrown over the splintery floor.

Her journal sat by her bed, beside a gutted candle in a beaten brass holder. She didn't dare record her dreams. There was almost enough moonlight to read by, but she felt far too restless to do that.

She wanted to ... to do something. Plucking up her spectacles, Althea slid off the bed and winced as her feet sank into the cool carpet. She padded across the worn, faded wool to her window. A glance told her the catch was still fastened, though she touched it with her fingers to make sure.

She knew to be wary of unexplained urges to walk about in the dark. Knew to resist the call, the lure. But no, whatever it was she wanted, it wasn't to go out of doors.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she refused to accept that what she wanted was to make her dream come true.

A flicker of flame outside caught her attention. Leaning forward until her forehead brushed the cool panes of glass, she could just make out the flurry of activity in front of the inn.

What she had spotted was an elegant carriage drawn by four coal-black horses, almost invisible in the dark but for its burning lamps and the reflections on the gleaming traces. The carriage rattled slowly over cobblestones and came to a halt before the door. Male voices rose in hale greetings and terse orders. A dog set up a howl, answered by others, which sparked a whinnying frenzy as the horses shied. Skittish animals. It took the coachman minutes to settle them. Surprising for animals reaching the end of their travel.

Intrigued, Althea pushed the garlic flowers to the side. She sat on the deep windowsill and curled her legs beneath her to warm her chilled feet. Cold whistled around her and she rubbed her arms through the long, tight sleeves of her nightdress. Cold was supposed to subdue improper arousal, wasn't it?

The gleaming black door of the coach sported a crest, which meant the newest guest was a member of the nobility.

How would a peer feel about sharing quarters with vampire hunters? The lord in question would never know, of course. Sir Edmund Yates was known only as a famous antiquarian. And no one ever suspected Miss Yates, his plain slip of a daughter, was anything more than a glorified secretary. Even Mick O'Leary had scoffed when she told him she was adept with a crossbow and knew exactly how and where to plunge in a stake.

Movement in the yard. His lordship's footmen in livery-silver and pale blue, startling against the dark.

The coach door swung open. In a blur of motion, a male figure jumped down and straightened-a man dressed in head-to-toe black. Althea could barely see him, but the way he moved suggested he was young, strong, athletic.

Heat unfurled deep inside. Goodness, she was incurable. But she wanted a glimpse. To see if his face proved as promising as his form. A tall beaver hat covered his head, but she saw pale blond hair curling into his collar.

Led by servants with lanterns, he strode away from his carriage.

Tudor in vintage, the inn sat right beside the road, with barely a step up to the threshold. To her surprise, the lord paused at the door, then stepped back.

A servant lifted a lantern by his master's side and golden light slanted over austere features, hinting at a strong jaw line, sharp cheekbones, a broad forehead, a straight nose.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Blood Red by SHARON PAGE Copyright © 2007 by Sharon Page . Excerpted by permission.
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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A torrid erotic Regeency romantic page turner

    In 1818 England it is like father like daughter as Althea Yates is a chip off the old block working side by side with her dad as skilled vampire hunters. However, lately she has become concerned with her dedication, not that she would let her sire down. It is the dreams of making love with two male hunks who she knows is taboo as the duo that come to seduce her are her enemy vampires that has her concerned as how can a virgin fantasize such carnal delights as she conjures up while sleeping. Adding to her trepidation is that her father Sir Edmund has recently seemed physically weak and mentally confused.------------------- To her shock one of the stars of her porn dreams Yannick de Wynter arrives to talk to her father. Althea knows he is a vampire, but also feels a great desire to make their nocturnal ecstasy real. He, like the Yates duo, want to destroy the evil Zayan, but to do so the vampire must save the male hunter¿s life and bring his demon twin Bastian, her other dream lover, back from the grave.------------- BLOOD RED is a torrid erotic Regeency romantic page turner starring a wonderfully confused heroine who is competent and courageous with a crossbow or a stake, but unsure of herself (at first that is outside of her dreams) in the boudoir. This is not your parent¿s Regency as Althea has two lovers. However fans who appreciate it when the heat is on in their historicals will want to read the Blood saga as vampires, vampire hunters, and the Ton intermingle in erotic biting thrillers.----------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted August 12, 2009

    SOOOOOO GOOOOOOODDD

    I thought that this book war really good!!! i enjoyed the characters alot and enjoyed the constant competition that is going on between the two males characters, Yannick and Bastien, over Althea. The combination of their loves is sooooo sexy!!! the sex scenes are oooohhhh sooooo hooooottttttt!!!
    I liked overall how the story unfolded and lead into the next story in the series, blood rose.
    I cant say that i like one guy over the other...together they would make the perfect vampire guy!! - LOL!!
    You definetly need to read this book....in fact the whole series. I read them all really quickly because i just couldnt put it down!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2014

    Blizzardfur's Kits' Bios:

    Hemlockkit: <br> Black she-kit, Lime eyes. <p> Shatterkit: <br> Black & White she-kit, Amber eyes. <p> Brokenkit: <br> Dark Brown, Gray, & Silver tom, Blue & Yellow eyes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2013

    Valourmask's//Envy's biographies

    Name • Valourmask//Envy<br>
    Age • 15 moons//15 months<br>
    Rank • warrior//unranked<br>
    Clan • BloodClan <br>
    Looks • striped orange with black star on left ear and amber eyes (left branded)//black and white with ember eyes (left branded)<br>
    Kin • grandparents~Smallmouth//Greypebble parents~Sneakshadow//Fearfur sisters~Myntlight//Prismshield brothers~Striking//Stealthshadow<br>
    Mate • Shadowhound<br>
    Adopted kit • Flame<br>
    Personality • gay, very wacko and crazy//loves killing things with no clear reason as to why<br>
    History • too long<br>
    Friends • Striking, Devil<br>
    Themesong • America by Deuce<br>
    Siggie • &beta <br>
    Other • ask

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2013

    OutCast's +Bio+

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    Age- Eighteen moons
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    Rank- As<.>sasin/Queen
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    Personality- a ki<.>ll-you-dirty-bast<.>ard gal. Will gladly take as<.>sasination requests and does the job fully. Ruthless in battle- don't let enything get between her and her ene<.>my.
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    History- Classified.
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    Kin- Wind, mother. Rain, Sleet, Storm, aunts and uncle. Swift and Silent, siblings. Autumn, Nightkit, Redkit, Twistedkit, Cloudykit, Fadingkit, Flickerkit, and others.... kits.
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    Mate- DeepThorn
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    Kits- See kin, dum<.>my.
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    Themesong- Monster by Eminem &hearts Lighters by Bad Meets Evil ft. Bruno Mars.
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    Signature- &#8643&#8642 or &#8643OutCast&#8642

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2013

    Hunter's Bio

    Name - *kills you* <br> Gender - Male <br> Looks - Pitch black fur, red yellow eyes <br> Personality - Meet me <br> Crush - F!re <br> Mate - None <br> Kits - None <br> Other - Hates his sister bounty

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    Posted December 29, 2013

    Dreamlesskit's bio

    Name Dreamlesskit • Age few hours • Rank kit • Clan BloodClan/Evil Thrives (name disputed) • Gender tom • Looks dark misty grey with black star on left ear and blue eyes (they will tun into deep copper eyes after awhile. Newborns have blue eyes though) • Kin parents~Striking/Prismshield sister~Azurekit brothers~Maylaykit Koikit Nightingalekit grandparents~sneakshadow/fearfur • crush/mate/kits kit yourself • personality you fill in • history newborn • themesong you fill in • siggie you fill in • other you fill in or ask •

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2009

    different than I am used to

    I really like this book because it different than most romance books . It is not a book for every romance lover. it explores more sexually than other romances . so the reader must be an opened minded person.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2008

    A reader

    Oh my! this book is soooo seductive that it will soak your panties on the first page. You should buy it!! its worth your money!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2007

    Hot!

    BLOOD RED is about the most sensual and erotic novel I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Althea is every mans unreal dream female: hot sensuous and wanton. And unlike many erotic novels poor story, this one is well written and exciting, and the last chapter is an interesting twist on vampires.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2007

    Captivating Romantic Intrigue

    Over the past two weeks I've read a total of five books. None caught my attention like Blood Red. The characters were some what like everyday people. Except for them being Vampires and Vampire hunters. I love the way Sharon Page captured the innocence of Althea. Also, making the twins sinfully delightful as well as delicious!!

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