Praise for BLOOD ROSE
“Page’s Blood Rose has scorching love scenes to make you sweat and an intriguing plot to hold it all together.”
—New York Times best-selling author Hannah Howell, Highland Savage
“Blood Rose is an action-packed, sexy paranormal overflowing with suspense, horror, and romance. Sharon Page is a master of the menage—prepare to be seduced!”
—USA Today best-selling author Kathryn Smith
“Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Regency England! Two sexy, to-die-for heroes, a courageous heroine, and a luscious ménage make Blood Rose a sinful treat.”
—USA Today best-selling author Jennifer Ashley, The Mad, Bad Duke
BLOOD RED
“Wickedly sensual and exquisitely drawn. Historical erotic romance doesn’t get any better than this.”
—Kate Douglas, best-selling author of the Wolf Tales series
“A blazing path into forbidden dreams…”
—Romantic Times
“Sharon Page blends history, emotion, and hot, hot, hot sex within an amazing love story. Blazing erotica!”
—Kathryn Smith, USA Today best-selling author
“An erotic and suspenseful tale…puts you on a sexual roller coaster and doesn’t let you off…if you’re a lover of vampire romance, curl up on a cold winter night with Blood Red to warm your heart!”
—Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Sinfully delicious. Sharon Page is a pure pleasure to read.
—Sunny, New York Times best-selling author of Over the Moon (anthology) and Mona Lisa Awakening
SIN
“How do you have an orgasm without sex? Read Sin by Sharon Page! Thoroughly wicked, totally wild, utterly wanton, and very witty, Sin is the ultimate indulgence.”
—Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Strong, character-driven romance…extremely sensual and erotic.”
—Romantic Times
“Wonderful characterizations…and sultry, sexy love scenes will have you begging for more!”
—Fallen Angels Reviews
“Sin delivers sizzling sex and engaging characters in an erotic romp through Regency England. Irresistible temptation.”
—Patricia Grasso, best-selling author
WILD NIGHTS
“Wild Nights delivers…wickedly hot sex, action, dominant males, and feisty heroines.”
—Coffee Time Romance
“Page’s story is sensual and sensitive.”
—Romantic Times on Wild Nights anthology
A GENTLEMAN SEDUCED
“Sharon Page is a lady to watch out for…. Sharp, sexy, and will seduce you from the very first page.”
—Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Wicked, witty, and wonderful…”
—Romantic Times
BLOOD ROSE
SHARON PAGE
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
With many thanks to my wonderful critique group
(you know who you are)!
Contents
1 The Hunters
2 Bound
3 Destined
4 Enslaved
5 Addicted
6 Discovery
7 Duty
8 Ménage
9 Tempted
10 Tasted
11 Favorites
12 Revealed
13 Attacked
14 Brothers Share
15 Loss
16 Rope Play
17 Rule
18 Truth
19 Prophecy
20 Soaring
21 The Choice
22 Craving
23 Power
24 Turning
25 Bitten
26 Banished
27 Between Three
Epilogue
1
The Hunters
London, October 18th, 1818
Sex. She wanted sex. But she wanted this anticipation, too. Serena Lark stirred sensually on the bed, enjoying the feel of silky sheets beneath her bare skin.
A candle lit the room—it could only be one, for the light was weak and the candle must be close to guttering. Golden light wavered on the wall and danced with the reflections of silvery-blue moonlight.
Serena’s hands skimmed her tummy and touched—boldly stroked—her cunny, which ached in delightful agony.
Shadows swept over her. She saw the sudden darkness cross her belly, and she looked up. Her heart hammered but she smiled a greeting at the two masked men who strolled arrogantly into her bedchamber. Lord Sommersby and Drake Swift—the Royal Society’s two most famous and daring vampire hunters. Both men were dressed for the hunt, though masked, and they swept off their greatcoats as they crossed her threshold.
A gold mask framed Swift’s glittering green eyes, and a deep royal purple mask clung to Lord Sommersby’s face. Swift threw his hat aside, revealing his unfashionably long white-blond hair. He dropped a crossbow on the floor, followed by a sharpened wooden stake. He lifted a heavy silver cross from around his neck, let the chain pool on the floor and the cross fall with a clunk.
As dark as Swift was fair, his lordship gave a courtly bow and doffed his hat. Thick, glossy, and dark brown, his hair tumbled over his brow. Her breath caught at the heat in his eyes—the deep, delicious color of chocolate.
Serena crooked her finger and both men came to her, tugging their cravats loose as they prowled to her bed. They tore at their waistcoats, their shirts, and stripped to the waist. She could barely breathe as she drank in the sight of two wide chests. Swift’s skin was bronzed to a scandalous shade, which brought the gold curls on his sculpted muscles into stark relief. The earl was massive, possessing a barrel chest and biceps as big as her thighs. He looked like a giant, one with a body honed by battle with the strongest creatures on earth.
She was dreaming. Even lost in it, she knew somehow. And in this dream, Serena had no idea what to say—what did one say when two men came to one’s bed for the first time? Words seemed inane. She was most terribly shy. And as a governess, she’d been well trained to be a silent servant. But she gave a welcoming moan—the prettiest, most feminine one she could muster.
Tension ratcheted in her. Desire flared as the men approached. They would touch her. Her heart tightened with each long, slow step they took. Yes. Yes!
Laudanum. Even here, in her dream, she remembered the laudanum. A few swallows