The vampires in my Dancing Vampire series with Ellora’s Cave, really aren’t vampires at all. Dancing Vampires is another name for the baobhan sith (bah von shee). They are vampiric fey from the Scottish highlands. If you like vampires you’ll love the series but it’s also for those who like dark fey or hot Scottish highlanders.
The baobhan sith roam the highlands in packs and all of them are women, no men. Voluptuous and enticing, these beauties always wear green gowns. Also, they have talons. No fangs. Like other vampires, they drink human blood and fry in the sunlight.
For a modern take on the baobhan sith, visit these dark fey in the Dancing Vampire series: Dance Of The Vampires, Vampire Highland Fling, Ever So Bonnie A Vampire, and One Dance With
A Vampire--just released August 22.
One Dance With A Vampire - Fourth in the Dancing Vampires series.
Sexy Scot Angus is consumed with dreams of the fiery vampiric fey Tearlag. Their dancing steps came to a halt a year ago when they almost killed each other. Angus comes upon the alluring woman again and despite the danger, he has to have one dance with her. Angus’ muscular arms clasp Tearlag tightly as they dance across a field of heather. An insatiable hunger rises in her and it isn’t for his blood.
From different worlds, fey and human, her sisters and his brothers threaten at every turn to keep them apart.
Excerpt: When her gaze met his, the gleam returned to her eyes and the rosy tint to her cheeks. Warmth lit in him and ignited a flame, burning all his fears, regrets, and sadness away. An intense need flared through him. Pressure coiled in his groin. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against hers. His mouth tingled as he kissed her smooth, warm lips. He twisted his mouth over hers, his lips dancing with hers. His neck muscles stretched as a hot, relaxing energy flowed through him.
Tearlag tilted her neck back. “My sisters warned me about the kiss of a mortal.” She licked her red lips. “Now I know why.”
“Again.” He tilted his head toward her.
“No.” Tearlag pulled back. “I think not.” She shook her head. “I have to go.”
Angus watched her hips jiggle and her red hair sway against her back as she strolled across the road and waded through the long grass in the field.
He followed her.
When Tearlag reached the pile of ancient stones, he grabbed her hand from behind and twirled her around, pulling her to him.
“Before you go, give me one dance.”
She held up a single finger. “One dance.”
He clung to her sultry skin. Her subtle, sweet scent, floral and smoky, danced in the evening air. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and his breath caught in his throat. His erection swelled and his balls grew tight with tension. Her hips jolted his lower body as they moved in a slow, sensual dance to their own music of want and desire. Tilting his head to her neck, he darted his tongue out and licked her creamy flesh. When he planted kisses on her neck, she shivered. Angus pulled her tighter to him.
Sliding his mouth from her neck to her hot lips, he massaged them with tugs and twists. As he prodded her lips with the tip of his tongue, she opened her mouth. He thrust his tongue within and tangled it with hers. When she pulled out of the kiss, he left her face flushed. The salty taste of her skin lingered on his tingling tongue.
Her breasts heaved as she rasped, “Leave a rock loose for tonight.”
Her soft, breathy tone sent a hot tremor through him. Her reddened lips, still wet and swollen from the kiss, turned up at the corners into a sensuous smile, promising more to come.
“I’ll be here at sunset. Waiting.” Ecstatic with hope, he couldn’t breathe. She wanted to see him again.
Tearlag stepped on the cairn, portal to the fey realm, and vanished before his eyes.
“Tomorrow night.” His voice sounded hoarse, even to his own ears. He swallowed hard as he stared at the air above the cairn where Tearlag had stood, and wondered if he’d ever see her again.
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About the author: Drawing on her love of a happy ending, Cornelia Amiri, who also writes as Maeve Alpin, is a multi-published romance author, having written twenty published books. She is known for her Celtic/paranormal tales and her sci-fi fantasy romances. Cornelia is inspired by her muse, Severus the Cat, who always lounges beside or (when Cornelia’s not looking) on top of her laptop. Cornelia and Severus live in sultry Houston, Texas. http://CelticRomanceQueen.com