Vampires, why do we love them? #NewRelease from Doris (@mamaD8)

Hello, lovely, peeps. It’s been a while since I posted, but I promise I’m back to my regular schedule now. Oh no, I hear you groan. Do you have to?

Rude, I say! 😉

Today marks the release of book 4 in The Protectors series, and as it features one very yummy vampire called Dimitrius, I thought I would ponder the question why we love Vampires so much?

I’m assuming you do love them, here, and are not rolling your eyes in boredom.

I’ve written a few vamps over the years, have read even more, and while my favourite vamp, not written by me will always be Eric from the Sookie Stackhouse novels, especially in his True Blood persona, played by Alexander Skarsgard…



Excuse me while I take a moment to swoon here…

Right, where was I… oh yes, favourite vamps.

I have a new favourite, and that would be Dimitrius from today’s release. This was the yummy inspiration I had to look at while I was writing his story.



Such a hardship I tell you, as you can no doubt appreciate 😉


By the way, if anyone knows who this model is, please enlighten me!

So, what makes Dimitrius my favourite, I hear you ask. Well, he embodies everything a true vampire ought to be, in my opinion, and in no particular order, here’s why I love him, and vampires in general.

– He’s deadly and makes no excuses for that.

– He’s over two thousand years old, so has a wealth of experience and patience behind him.

– He was already an experienced man when he was turned at his request.

– He is loyal and honourable to a fault.

– His code of conduct is steeped in the ancient ways, as his maker is one of the Original Vampyrs.

– He has a delightfully dry sense of humour.

– He’s a great cook. It’s his favourite occupation to pass the time, bar fucking and killing, of course.

– He never kills without good reason, but he shows no remorse when he does.

– He’s without question a Dom, and I defy anyone to not submit to him when he drops his voice.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, when he loves someone, he does so without restraint. There is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep Eva safe, even if that could get him killed.

That little Protector is his and in his words, “I look after what’s mine.”

I would love to know what you think about vampires. Let me know in the comments, please, and don’t forget to enter my Giveaway for a $25 Amazon GC. You can find it at the bottom of this post.

I shall leave you with a HAWT and exclusive excerpt from The Vampire’s Protector… Enjoy 🙂



“I told you stay in the playroom and wait for me. Yet, here you are in my shower, nicely at my mercy. What shall I do with you, I wonder?”

He stepped away out of the endless stream of hot water, thanks to the latest boiler technology, and with a smirk in her direction shoved the dial to cold.

A screech escaped Eva, and she tried to get away from the ice cold cascade of water, but the suspension leather cuffs held tight.

“There, that should cool you off a little.”

Her eyes sparked fire at him, and she grumbled something under her breath, that he was pretty sure were far from complimentary adjectives aimed at him, and his grin deepened.

“Actions have consequences, girl. You should have stayed in the playroom.”

Her lips turned blue and goose bumps covered her skin, yet she still had that mutinous tilt to her chin that he was fast beginning to love. That thought brought him up short, and he stepped back farther to give himself some breathing space. Lust was one thing, but love? However, he was uncomfortably aware that the more time he spent in her company, the more he not only wanted to fuck her, the more he also wanted to get to know her. She was like a drug in his system. He sure hadn’t felt bored since she came along.

As if to prove his point, Eva yanked at her restraints again, and through her chattering teeth stuttered her reply.

“No–ot fa–air. I o–nly c–a–ame t–to m–a–ake m–o–o–re co–m–f–fe…”

She gave up trying to talk and growled instead. Such a deep-throated sound that his cock jerked and he knew he had to finish this one way or the other. He shut off the water, grasped her chin and kissed her. A whimper escaped her, as he ruthlessly deepened the kiss. His fangs scraped her lips, and her sweet addictive taste exploded on his taste buds. By the time he broke the kiss, her cheeks had pinked up nicely again, and her breathing came in short staccato bursts, that spoke of her arousal. The confined space filled with her musk, and she jumped when he kicked her legs apart, and ran his fingers through her wet slit.

“Hmm, so wet for me already. My naughty little subbie really does want my cock rather badly, doesn’t she?”

He brought his fingers, slick with her arousal up for her to see and licked them clean, not once taking his eyes off of her, and she licked her lips and her eyes clouded over as she tried to lean toward him.

Dimitrius laughed softly and shook his head at her.

“Oh, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Eva pouted and then screamed, as he turned the cold water on again.

“Please, Sir, please…”

A sigh escaped her when he turned it off and bending his head bit down hard on her breast. He didn’t take the blood in, but pulled back and having repeated the action to the other breast, stood back again to admire his handy work. Two thin trails of blood flowed from the puncture marks his fangs had made in her breast tissue, and chased the droplets of water that clung to her chilled skin.

“Such a beautiful sight, myshka.

Dropping to his knees he caught each thin trail of her life-giving fluid on his tongue before the crimson trails reached her pussy lips and when he blew across her slit and parted her labia with his thumbs, another whimper escaped her. More blood rushed to that area, and her pretty little pussy pinked further. He flicked his tongue across her clit and that little bundle of nerves contracted in front of his eyes. More of her feminine arousal coated her pussy lips and he slid two fingers knuckle deep into her cunt.

Eva murmured his name and her internal muscles tightened around his digits as he sought that little raised spot inside of her. He grinned around her clit when she jerked and swore when he made contact, and pushed her toward an orgasm that he had no intention of giving her yet.

Just before the trembles around his digit warned him of her impending release he withdrew and this time Eva did swear.

“Fuck no…please…argh nooo.”

The cold blast of water he subjected her to again, turned her outburst into a whimper, and it was only when she hung limp that he shut the water off again.

Yanking her head up by her hair, he studied her, and she flinched when he pulled harder.

“What did I say about swearing, girl?”

Tears seeped out her eyes and she looked so utterly miserable that he almost relented.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Please, just…I’m sorry.”

“Ten swats to that delectable ass should teach you a lesson,” he said, and her eyes widened when he crashed his hand down on her flesh with as much force as he could muster. It left a nice red hand print behind, and he quickly delivered the rest of the swats with just as much force. By the time he was finished, Eva was a crying, spent mess and her ass bloomed beautifully red and hot. Turning her head around, he caught her screams of pain in his mouth, while he massaged those hot globes.

Eva kissed him back with a desperate urgency and he tasted the salt of her tears, and her growing need for him. Oh yes, this had turned her on as much as it had him, and this time when he dropped back down to his knees, he wasn’t at all surprised to see her even wetter for him.

He grinned up at her from his position between her leg and she mewled like a kitten when he flung one of her legs over his shoulder. It exposed her cunt further to his hungry gaze and he allowed his fangs to scrape along the artery in her thigh.


Her words trailed off when he looked at her again.

“Shhh, my sweet. I’ll take care of you, but let me enlighten you on my favorite position to feed from. That would be right here.”




[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, vampires, HEA]

She is a Protector, sworn to kill vampires, not mate with them.

Eva Arnett is not having a good day. Not only does she prang her bike, but she is also set upon by a nest of vicious vamps, and then wakes up in an enigmatic stranger’s bed—naked and tied up. Her eagle has lost its mind. The ancient vampire cannot be her mate, but she cannot ignore this overwhelming urge to submit.

Dimitrius Zolnerovich isn’t overly fond of those pesky Protectors keeping him from his food supply. However, when he comes across Eva fighting for her life, he has to intervene. Six vamps against one woman—that’s just bad manners—even if she is a Protector.

He should keep his distance, but this experienced Dom cannot resist the gift of Eva’s submission, and besides, his myshka needs watching.

When trouble hits the village, lethal choices have to be made that may well spell the end for them both.

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Stay naughty, folks!

D xx

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2 Responses to Vampires, why do we love them? #NewRelease from Doris (@mamaD8)

  1. You do write such sexy Vampires, D. Congratulations of this one. xx