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Another Night Therapy Teaser Excerpt

Ready for another teaser excerpt from my upcoming novel, Night Therapy? Keep in mind this is still unedited. This little scene between Johnathan and Stephanie takes place after a hot, intimate moment–that you’ll have to wait for the book to read. 😉 Come on. I can’t give away all the good parts.

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TNSS: Book 4

“I…I can’t believe I let this happen.” Lowering her gaze, she shook her head. “It’s wrong.”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “In case you didn’t notice, I was the one who started this. I never expected it to go as far as it did, but I’m not sorry. It’s been decades since I let anyone in. I needed this.”

“That’s the problem. You let me in as your therapist. It makes you feel closer to me than you are. That’s why we aren’t allowed to get involved with clients. What you’re feeling…it isn’t what you think it is.”

“And just exactly what do I think it is?”

“I don’t know. A connection. Trust in someone. Being open and vulnerable. And yes, those are probably all there, but not for the reasons that should have led to what we just did. They’re there because you’re supposed to feel safe and supported with me. That’s my job. But it’s not a personal connection. It’s not—”

A fiery kiss burned her lips, and she let out a soft moan into his mouth.

Then he pulled away fast. “No, it’s not personal at all. I suppose you react like that with all your clients.”

Smug asshole. “Stop it. We can’t keep doing this. I—”

Another kiss. He pulled her to him tightly; his strong arms wrapped around her like a security blanket. Warmth and comfort spread through her as if she belonged in those arms. She melted into him, into the desperation of his embrace. The hunger of his kiss.

© Lorraine Pearl

Fangs Divider copy copyIf you want to read the first books in this series, check out The Nocturnal Surrender Series website for info and purchase links.

Did you like this little teaser? Isn’t Johnathan one hot vampire?


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Caliente Blog Hop: Hot Excerpt and Prizes


Are you ready for the Caliente Blog Hop? I think it’s getting hot in here because for my contribution, I’m giving away my erotic short story, Auburn Lust–and I’m including a steamy excerpt in this post. There’s also a grand prize giveaway for the entire hop. I’ll tell you more about both of these giveaways and how to enter them at the end of this post. Also, don’t miss the link to the list of all the blogs in the hop at the end of this post. Now, how about that excerpt?

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Christof’s desires and emotions overwhelmed Rochelle. He kissed her more passionately than ever before. His naked body against hers felt too right. Her mind spun as a swell of feelings swept over her.

Feelings were not a good thing.

But his tender kiss made it impossible to think. He left himself open to her again and she longed to do the same. It was a physical need every bit as powerful as—or maybe even more so than—her lust for him.

Her entire future rested on this one, seemingly-simple decision; give herself to him completely or slam the boundaries back in place before it was too late.

She could not do this. Not yet. I haven’t made it through all these years by allowing my heart to rule me.

But she wanted him desperately. Far too desperately. For that reason alone she had to be strong and do the right thing.

She had to merely do her job.

Ignoring the issue between them, and keeping up her walls, she reached down and guided his cock. He eased in, his hard length filling her and increasing her need.

He feels so good.

Christof kept a gentle, steady pace as he pumped in and out of her. He caressed her face then neck, and finally her breast.

A moan escaped her lips and she lifted her hips. No matter how much she tried to remain unaffected, she couldn’t. He made love to her, and she wanted to give the same to him.

But that would not do.

Rochelle trembled as she tried to hold back. She should toss him off her. She had five hundred years on him and could easily overpower him if she chose.

Then why didn’t she? Why did she hold him tighter? Kiss him harder? And writhe beneath him?

She ran her hands along his back, over his ass, and up again, skimming his sides until he jerked and moaned. The hot friction of his cock moving inside her sent shivers through her. Her heart ached with—

She dug her nails into his back and shoved aside that thought, but she only shook harder trying to deny it. Her control slipped and her walls crashed down.

Christof groaned loudly when her emotions hit him. He wrapped her in his firm embrace while he continued his loving cadence.

Too late to turn back, she returned his affections. She matched his leisurely pace and stroked his skin tenderly. She pulled away from his lips and trailed kisses along his chin and throat.

“Shelly, I need you so,” was all he said before she bit down and sipped at his tangy blood.

His thrusts sped and deepened. She released his neck and moaned, enjoying the intimacy she had rarely permitted herself to share with another.

Maybe for the moment she would allow this. She could replace the boundaries later, when they finished making love.

Just this once…

She writhed up beneath him until each thrust had him filling her completely and built a tingling in her core. His arousal heightened hers, as hers surely did his, creating a never-ending circle of desire.

If it didn’t make them so vulnerable, vampires would certainly do this more often. The shared pleasure was immeasurable.

Emotions swirled and combined with that pleasure until Rochelle finally succumbed and her orgasm ripped through her. Shockwaves went off in her core, her muscles clenching around his hard shaft.

He kissed her quickly then moved to her neck. His fangs glided in sensually and he drank gently. He groaned into her throat as his body quaked. His soft sucking morphed into desperation and his mouth clamped onto her neck tighter while he drank deeper.

After a moment, he eased his fangs out and she relaxed as her orgasm receded. His mouth locked onto hers again. He still felt so good, so right. She would allow this for a while longer. Maybe for the entire night.

Boundaries could wait until morning.

© Lorraine Pearl


TNSS: Short Story

TNSS: Short Story

Twin courtesan vampires Rochelle and Laureline Montague entertain two of their favorite vampire clients for the evening: Christof Rosenbaum and Donovan Evanko.

Rochelle and Christof have been meeting for centuries but lately the intimacy between them has crossed the line and become personal. Will Rochelle be able to keep her professional boundaries in place or will she give in to her emotions?

Laureline and Donovan’s rendezvous is much less emotional and far rougher, but that’s how they like it. Although, she can’t let Donovan leave after just one time around—even when he is summoned by his Enforcer boss.

In the end, both men are consumed by the auburn-haired beauties in one way or another, and there is no doubt both will be back for more.

This is an erotic short story, not a romance, and it can stand alone. But where it falls within the series timeline is actually right before Nocturnal Surrender.


“This is a fun, quick, and window-steaming jaunt that displays a measure more attention to detail than one would expect from an erotic short. With whispers of the larger, overarching story peppered in (the budding romance between unbeating hearts, and a dark vampire overlord threatening to end their debauchery) this well-crafted tale not only satisfies, but might leave most hungry for more.” K. Andersen Smith – Amazon Kindle reviewer.


“The chemistry between Bastian and Nicole is off the charts HAWT! WOW!! The world building is interesting and the plot is very intriguing. I love the author’s writing style and the editing was spot on. If you are a fan of Erotic PNR, you are going to love this series. It’s kind of like Laura Wright meets Lora Leigh with a pinch of JR Ward thrown in the mix.” Danie – Amazon Kindle reviewer.

“I am digging this Novella series by Lorraine Pearl. I finished Nocturnal Surrender & immediately purchase the next book in the series, Midnight Confessions. Great back story, character & story development. Oh, and let’s not skip over the hot and I mean incredibly hot sex between Bastian & Nicole that makes you weak in the knees & tingly all over.” Sharon – Amazon Kindle reviewer.


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For my giveaway, as I said above, my short story, Auburn Lust, is up for grabs. I’m giving away up to 25 eBook copies. To enter, leave a comment with your email address. What are your thoughts on erotic romance and erotic stories? The winners will be picked via and will be announced on 5/13/13, the day after the hop ends.

For the grand prize giveaway, head over to the Rafflecopter entry form for your chance to win. You must use the Rafflecopter to enter this part of the giveaway, commenting will not enter you for this, only for my giveaway. The grand prize consists of:



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WIP Erotic Excerpt Teaser #2: Night Therapy

I’m very close to finishing the first draft of Night Therapy. I’ve already hit my goal of 60,000 words, but I have at least 2 or 3 more chapters left to write. When I wrote this scene, I couldn’t resist sharing. Keep in mind this is still a rough draft and is unedited.

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Was Stephanie ready to feed fresh without killing? Johnathan couldn’t call his sire and ask what to do with Alex talking to the Elders at the moment. Besides, it was time he fucking manned up and stopped crawling to Alex every time something difficult happened.

“I’ll wait for my offspring to finish freshening up before I feed. Please, have a seat in the meantime.” He gestured to chairs in front of the fireplace at the foot of the bed.

Apparently the two spoke English well enough to understand him because they smiled and did as he suggested.

He should probably give Stephanie a heads up so she didn’t walk out in just a towel…or less. Wishful thinking, but just in case he knocked on the door and entered the bathroom before she answered then closed the door behind him.

“Hey, Steph. Uh, I thought you should know our meals arrived. Alive.”

The shower door opened a bit, and Stephanie’s shampoo-covered head popped out. “Alive? As in they have to stay that way?”

“Yep. Ready for a crash course in how to feed fresh without killing?” Johnathan tried to act nonchalant, as if he believed she could handle this.

She wiped soap away from her eyes. “Do you think I’m ready?”

I hope you are. “Of course. Look at all you’ve done so far. Most newly-turned vamps can’t do half of what you can.”

“Oh, okay then. I trust your judgment. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She closed the shower door abruptly, and he took the cue to get the hell out of there.

While he waited, he stared out the tinted, oversized window at the wide expanse of manicured grounds behind the manor. Having small talk with the food didn’t seem appropriate. It was easier to keep his back to them and not think about what might happen if Stephanie was unable to stop herself before one of them died.

When the bathroom door opened, he breathed deep and steeled himself to teach his offspring. But when he turned to face her, she took his unneeded breath away.

Her tight black pants and low-cut shirt made his cock tingle. The way her damp hair framed her beautiful face, accentuating her amber eyes and full, pink lips had his equally-unnecessary heartbeat thundering.

She glanced to the pair in front of the fireplace then her gaze landed squarely on him. When she licked her lips, ending by sucking in her lower one, and her eyes roamed his body, it was all he could do not to kick their food out of the room and throw her on the bed to ravish her.

He cleared his throat even as his fangs extended and his eyes shifted. “We should, uh…feed so they can get back to their rooms.”

Stephanie looked back to the mortals, her eyes turning silver with a different kind of hunger than when she had stared at him. He crossed the room before she could act on any urges she might have had. As he stepped in front of her, her mouth opened, her fangs prominently displayed.

He clasped her shoulders and whispered too low for anyone but her to hear. “You must calm your impulses. Use what Alex taught you. They belong to the Elders so you have to be gentle.”

After a few tense moments, she focused on Johnathan, the single-minded haze of the hunt gone from her silvery stare. She smiled and caressed his cheek. “I’m ready.”

He cradled her hand and guided her to their waiting meals. Part of him wanted to see them as people, but he had to suppress it. The Elders were old-school vamps and their world was entirely different than life in Lansford.

Plus, he had to teach Stephanie properly. “I will feed first.” He hoped she understood the implied, so you can see how it’s done.

The last thing he wanted was to watch a mortal male get off on her feeding from him, so Johnathan motioned for the man to stand. Johnathan knew how these willing-donor situations worked. The humans truly enjoyed being meals for immortals.

Not gonna happen with my woman.

Shit, he was being his same old controlling, asshole self.

He’d work more on that later. Thankfully, the timing wasn’t appropriate for his personality issues to take precedence.

Facing Stephanie so she would be able to see exactly what he did–and so he could maintain eye contact with her–he placed his hand behind the man’s neck and pulled him to his lips. As he sank his fangs into his meal’s flesh, something shifted inside Johnathan. He locked gazes with Stephanie, and for the first time in his immortal life, he didn’t feel as if he were stumbling aimlessly through his existence.

He didn’t feel lost and alone.

Warm, tangy blood filled his mouth as he sucked then it glided down his throat. The man moaned in his arms, arousal shooting off the mortal in waves. Apparently he was used to being fed on by male vampires. Johnathan opted not to listen to his thoughts, though.

If he wasn’t mistaken, Johnathan could have sworn a feeling of peace enveloped him for a few seconds–like the reverie his sire always spoke of.

Stephanie inched closer, her eyes still clear of the bloodlust. She watched intently, licking her lips occasionally. Her hand slithered along Johnathan’s arm and upward into his hair. She closed the space between them until her lips touched his cheek in a soft kiss. Then she shut her eyes as if to focus on another of her senses, most likely listening to the male’s heartbeat.

Another moan emanated from the man when Johnathan sucked in again. The ticking heart in the human’s chest slowed ever so slightly and dizziness radiated from him. Johnathan swallowed one last time then pulled his fangs out completely, sucking at the lingering blood on the man’s skin. With a slow lick, he sealed the two puncture wounds, and then helped the male back to his seat. A look of pure bliss softened the mortal’s masculine features.

The moment Johnathan turned back to Stephanie, she threaded her fingers in his hair again and tugged him to her. Her kiss was passionate, erotic, and his cock reacted, growing hard immediately.

If all the chaos and past issues were put to rest, they could have an amazing life together.

She backed away too quickly. “I’m hungry.”

The husky sexiness in her voice didn’t help with the problem in his jeans. He kept his back to their meals but motioned for the woman to stand.

Hell, he hadn’t thought it through this far. If the woman became as aroused as the man had, the sight of Stephanie taking her neck would drive him over the edge.

As he offered the female to Stephanie, he reminded her to be gentle, his voice raspy.

When she winked at him and slipped her arm around the woman’s waist, he knew he was in for it. Stephanie used her free hand to brush her meal’s long dark hair aside to expose her slender neck.

Johnathan’s cock ached.

Stephanie’s lips parted and she leaned into the woman’s throat but kept her eyes fixed on his. She sank her fangs in, and as she sucked, she pulled the woman tighter, holding the small of her back and grasping her hair. The woman moaned and writhed in Stephanie’s arms.

Johnathan scrubbed a hand over his face. Damn, she’s trying to kill me.

Was it getting hot in there? Was the oxygen being sucked out of the room?

Granted, he didn’t need it to survive, but at that moment, it felt like he’d suffocate from his inability to breathe.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and moved closer just as she had done.

Two could play at this game.

He fisted Stephanie’s hair and licked a trail along her throat. If she were more experienced and he didn’t have to worry she might drink her meal to death, he’d have bitten into her instead of just kissing where he had licked.

This time, Stephanie moaned, and Johnathan fought the urge to rip the woman out of her arms. He stifled a groan then did his best to refocus his attention on the mortal’s heartbeat and feelings.

A few seconds later, it was time for Stephanie to stop, but before he could tell her, she released the female. Stephanie’s tongue darted out and dragged a slow line along the woman’s throat, eliciting another moan as her wounds healed.

Johnathan let go of Stephanie and clenched his fist, biting back his desire.

Stephanie helped the woman sit then looked to Johnathan and licked her lips–slowly. “How did I do?”

A strangled noise escaped him, as did the ability to form coherent words. She laughed and sauntered to the bed. After she sat, she ran her hand suggestively up and down the corner post.

He pressed his lips together, his fangs digging in the bottom one, trying like hell to reign in his libido.

© Lorraine Pearl

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Now what I want to know is, for those of you who aren’t turned off by the blood drinking, did you find this scene erotic or sensual at all? And if you normally are put off by the blood drinking, were you able to enjoy this scene anyway?



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Midnight Confessions: Excerpt 2

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Bastian was shocked. Part of him wanted to tell Nicole to fuck off for talking to him like that, but the other—more dominant—part wanted to grab her and tell her how much he needed her. That temper of hers did things to his libido he’d never experienced before. Normally he liked his women timid, with a wild streak only in bed, but her strength turned him on in ways he hadn’t known possible.

He had to have her now—no matter what.

As he strutted out of his room, his brother’s voice echoed in his head, spouting things about Bastian’s impulsiveness always getting him into trouble and how he was doing the same damn reckless behaviors as usual. He stopped in his tracks, knowing exactly what would happen if he followed through.

This wasn’t like it had been with Elise. He’d known her much longer, loved her deeply. She was worth the risk. Although, the risk had led to her death. Even if he didn’t love Nicole yet, he couldn’t put her life in danger because he was horny.

But he didn’t want her to leave thinking the worst of him. He was a better man than that—or at least he was trying to be. She needed to hear him out. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he wanted to say.

He flew down the stairs at vampire speed and slammed the door closed just as she opened it. “Wait, please. Don’t leave like this.”

She gasped and dropped her purse then turned around. “You scared the hell out of me. I didn’t even hear you coming.”

When she smacked him on the chest, he grabbed her wrist. The thought of backing her up against the door and taking her right there crossed his mind, but he pushed it aside before he lost control once more. “We need to talk this out. I didn’t mean what I said. I’m just…”

“There you go again. What do you expect me to think when it’s obvious you’re hiding something?” She tugged her arm free. “What, do you have another girlfriend? Or a wife?”

How can she think that about me? “No. I most certainly do not.”

“Then what is it? Tell me I didn’t see what I thought up there in that mirror. Tell me that I didn’t feel fangs when we kissed.” She stomped forward, backing him down the hall, stopping at the living room. After an awkward silence, she turned on her heel and tromped over to the couch, then flopped down and propped her feet up on the coffee table. “I’m waiting.”

What the hell could he do? He was in deep shit. As much as he didn’t want to, he listened to her thoughts in hopes of figuring a way out of this. She wanted him to have some kind of believable story because the alternative frightened her.

As it should.

He needed to convince her it really was her imagination. In truth, though, he didn’t want to lie any longer.

With a deep breath and racing heartbeat, he ambled into the room and sat on the edge of the coffee table. She moved her legs so he could scoot directly in front of her, then leaned up and stared at him intently.

Taking her hands in his, he made a decision he hoped not to regret. “What do you think you saw?”

She licked her lips and swallowed, waves of anxiety rolling off her. “I…I don’t know. I want you to tell me what I saw.”

“I could easily say I don’t know what you’re talking about, or that if you think you saw something out of the ordinary, you must have imagined it.” He stroked the backs of her hands with his thumbs. “I could, but I won’t. If we do this, I hope you’re prepared to spend the night because we will have a lot to work through, a lot to—”

The wall clock chimed as it struck midnight, and Nicole shuddered. Her heartbeat pounded deliciously.

Bastian did his best not to focus on it or her body—at least, not yet. “Anyway, if you want to know what I’m hiding, you must be willing to stay up all night talking.”

Her hands trembled. “I’ve noticed things before, things I tried to pretend I didn’t see. Some at work, some at Surrender, and some with you.”

“I know you have. And you’ve done what most people do. You passed it off as an overactive imagination, tricks of light, and whatever other excuses made you feel better. It’s human nature.” He moved closer and lowered his voice. “Do you believe you’re ready to know the truth?”

“No, but I need to know. Especially if it’s going to come between us the way it did tonight.”

He released one of her hands and caressed her face. “So strong and brave. I only hope you still want to be with me after I confess all to you.”

She leaned into his palm. “So do I.”

“Can I have one more kiss first?”

When she nodded, he threaded his fingers into her long dark hair and drew her in for a passionate kiss. Her soft lips and sweet tongue teased his heightened senses. His body tingled with desire, and he didn’t fight the natural reactions sweeping over him. His cock stiffened, his fangs descended, and his eyes built with slight pressure as they shifted. Then he pulled away slowly, parted his lips, and waited for Nicole’s reaction.

© Lorraine Pearl

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Oooh, don’t you want to know what happens next? If you would like more information and the purchase links to this and the other books in the series, please visit The Nocturnal Surrender Series website.


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Auburn Lust: Excerpt 1

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Laureline was grateful Christof hadn’t wanted her to join in, not that she thought he would after all these years. And there was somewhat of an unspoken agreement between her and Rochelle. Christof was off limits other than a little foreplay. If he would have agreed to her proposal, she’d have come up with a way out. Laughed it off as a joke.

Truth was, she had someone else on her mind, and she’d called to let him know of her availability the moment Rochelle led Christof away.

Donovan Evanko sat waiting, much like Christof had been earlier, glass in hand. She had no idea what the men preferred to drink. Not her area of expertise. Stefan took care of the whims of their clientele. But she did know what they favored in other areas.

And Donovan always liked the sex with Laureline to be a little rough—and so did she. Being older than him made her stronger, able to take whatever he gave.

As the owner of the sanguinarian nightclub, Nocturnal Surrender, he undoubtedly had an endless supply of willing humans to feed upon and take to his bed if he chose. For some reason, though, he never struck her as the type to use women in such a way. Mind control to obtain sex? No, definitely not him.

He is a good man.

And hot as hell.

She admired his long blond hair as she slinked up behind him. How she loved grabbing it and riding him ruthlessly. Warm desire pulsed through her at the thought of him inside her, filling her completely.

He didn’t turn to her when he said, “I’m glad you called.” After sitting down his drink, he stood and strode around the couch.

Laureline braced herself. The desire in his eyes let her know foreplay was not in the cards with him.

Donovan’s eyes shifted from pale blue to silver and his fangs descended the second he stepped in front of her. She reacted in kind.

He grabbed her waist and pinned her body to his then kissed her with dominance. She moaned into his mouth as his fangs punctured her lip. Her core throbbed when he sucked at the drops of blood.

Holding her firm with one hand, he trailed the other up her back and into her hair, fisting it tightly as he devoured her mouth again. He turned and guided her until he pushed her into the wall. She gasped from the force, and from his erection grinding against her. At this rate, they would be lucky to make it upstairs. But with Rochelle otherwise engaged, and the staff’s well-trained discretion, it wouldn’t matter.

He can take me right here.

Donovan’s hands slithered downward until he lifted her dress. Then he grabbed her legs and hoisted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, thankful the new position allowed his cock to press against her clit. Pulses of longing surged through her each time he thrust forward.

At times like these, she hated her job. She’d rather have torn his pants off and forced him inside her. But this was about him. Nothing could happen until he was ready, even if she died from need in the meantime. She hadn’t been servicing him long enough to take control—yet.

He feathered kisses along her jaw then her neck. His fangs scraped a trail of white heat down her throat and she ran her nails up his back, trying not to shred his shirt in the process. He groaned into her flesh.

“Please, Lori… Now…” His voice was hoarse as he inched their bodies apart.

She reached between them and undid his pants with preternatural speed. His fingers slipped into her panties and her breathing hitched. He yanked them to the side and shoved his shaft into her. She’d barely had the chance to guide it and get her hand out of the way.

He slammed her repeatedly, clutching her hair in one hand and gripping her ass firmly with the other, squeezing at times. Completely dominating her. She gave herself over to him, enjoying the rhythmic friction of his cock gliding in and out.

Finally he eased his hand toward her throat, encircling her neck and rubbing his thumb up and down the front. She had told him she liked that during their last encounter, hoping he’d remember. Though she didn’t need to breathe, she allowed his firm grip to make her gasp for air slightly.

Her core throbbed harder in response. “Yes, Donovan… That feels…so good.”

© Lorraine Pearl

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This erotic short story is only $0.99. If you want a hot, quickie read full of sexy vampires getting down and dirty, with a little emotion thrown in for good measure, then you’ll enjoy Auburn Lust.

For more information on the books in this series and for purchase links, please visit The Nocturnal Surrender Series website.

Check out these awesome reviews of the next book in the series, Nocturnal Surrender:

“The chemistry between Bastian and Nicole is off the charts HAWT! WOW!! The world building is interesting and the plot is very intriguing. I love the author’s writing style and the editing was spot on. If you are a fan of Erotic PNR, you are going to love this series. It’s kind of like Laura Wright meets Lora Leigh with a pinch of JR Ward thrown in the mix.” Danie – Amazon Kindle reviewer about Nocturnal Surrender.

“I am digging this Novella series by Lorraine Pearl. I finished Nocturnal Surrender & immediately purchase the next book in the series, Midnight Confessions. Great back story, character & story development. Oh, and let’s not skip over the hot and I mean incredibily hot sex between Bastian & Nicole that makes you weak in the knees & tingly all over.” Sharon – Amazon Kindle reviewer about Nocturnal Surrender.


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WIP Erotic Excerpt Teaser: Night Therapy

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I had planned on waiting to start posting teasers from Night Therapy since I won’t have it ready for release until late summer, but when I wrote this scene, I couldn’t resist. Keep in mind this is still a rough draft and is unedited.

In this scene, Johnathan and Stephanie are preparing to make love for the first time, but they each have such strong personalities that they clash at times. I must admit that I’m falling for these characters even more with each chapter I write. If you liked Bastian and Nicole, then you’ll love Johnathan and Stephanie, too.

But don’t worry, Bastian and Nicole are still around in Night Therapy–and the entire series.



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Still pinning her arms over her head, he slipped his free hand down until he teased the sensitive skin just above the waistline of her pants. After easing inside the material, he walked his fingers slowly along her swollen flesh, dipping one then two inside her slightly. She arched into his touch, but he stopped his maddening motion in response.

“No. You had your chance. Now I’m going to make you pay.” He pulled his hand from her pants and licked his fingers then plunged them back inside the fabric and palmed her entire pussy. “Mine,” was all he growled before his fingers shot inside her.

He was so damn sexy when that other side of him took over. Dominating, but somehow still vulnerable and sweet. It made no sense that he could be such a dichotomy, but then again, she was now, too.

Apparently he wasn’t happy with her mind wondering off again because he hissed her name and thrust his fingers in and out with a speed she had never imagined possible. With a vampire like Johnathan, she’d never need batteries again. His fingers vibrated in her core and coherent thoughts fled.

She might have cried out, moaned, or something, but as her eyelids fluttered open and closed, she couldn’t comprehend anything except the electric sensations shooting through her body.

His thumb massaged her clit relentlessly, pulsating at times. Just as the muscles in her core clamped down, he stopped abruptly and removed his hand to lick his fingers once more.

Short pants leapt from her mouth. She was right on the verge of orgasm…and he’d left her there writhing in need.

Cruel bastard.

© Lorraine Pearl

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Midnight Confessions: Excerpt 1

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Nicole intentionally showed up at Bastian’s house unannounced and it had paid off. She licked her lips when he opened the door. He must have just finished showering and not had enough time to dress properly—or to dry off completely.

It was her lucky night.

Most of the time he preferred to meet her at the sanguinarian nightclub, Nocturnal Surrender, and therefore had those damn vampiric contacts and fangs in. There had only been a handful of times in the few months they’d dated when she had seen him without them. But tonight, although his mesmerizing sapphire gaze drew her in, the lack of vampire prosthetics took a backseat to something else.

His body-builder frame filled the doorway, covered only by low-riding jogging shorts that deliciously clung to his hips. The defined cuts of his abdomen drew her gaze to the patch of hair teasing at the edge of the material. Lower, the perfectly outlined bulge begged to be touched. Somehow she wrenched her attention away from what hid beneath his shorts and examined him further.

His broad chest glistened, his muscles flexed, his golden hair was slung wet and sexy against his stubble-covered face, and he held a damp towel. “Nicole!” His eyes grew wide. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I’d have—”

She held her fingers to his lips as she stepped forward, giving him no choice but to back up. After making her way inside, she closed the door behind her. “Oh no. If I’d have warned you, you would’ve wanted to meet at your brother’s club even though it’s your night off. I barely ever get to see you outside of that place.” To see the real Bastian. “And besides, I definitely like how you look when I catch you by surprise.”

A flash of heat spread through her as her eyes roamed over him once more. She ran her hands along his warm arms then slid them inward to caress his hard pecs. The woodsy scent of his cologne filled her nostrils. She wanted to bury her head in his chest and breathe him in. To have him wrap his arms around her and hold her so tight there would be no space between them. To feel him hard against her.

As if in response, he dropped the towel, grunted, and pinned her to the door before she could blink. His long body pressed into her exactly how she’d wanted. He grabbed her arms and raised them over her head, holding them together with one hand. The longing in his eyes—the fire—burned her to the core.

With his free hand, he feathered his fingers down the sensitive flesh on the underside of her arm. The touch so soft it almost tickled. When his hand came to rest at her side, right at her breast, he slipped his thumb between their bodies and played with her nipple.

Her heart sped. A deep breath helped calm her momentarily until she caught another whiff of his spicy scent. He touched her chin softly, tilted her head upward, and brushed his full lips over hers. Slipping his hand behind her head, he fisted her hair and pushed his hard shaft against her belly.

He groaned, only it wasn’t his normal pleasured sound. More like he was in pain. He pulled away even faster than he’d closed in.

Nicole dropped her arms, let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and panted for a few seconds. Bastian bolted out of the foyer and into the living room before she steadied herself enough to walk.

By the time she entered the room, he stood at the brick fireplace with his back to her, one arm outstretched, hand on the mantle. He leaned on it, breathing heavy. She stopped, unsure if she should give him a minute or go to him and see if he needed help.

“Bastian, are you okay?” Her voice cracked from concern.

He cleared his throat and held up his hand as if to tell her to stay back. “Just give me a minute. I’ll be fine.”

The rasp in his voice made her heart sink. He didn’t sound fine at all. Both his hands were planted on the mantel now. He coughed a few times.

She ran to his side and rubbed his back. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

After a few deep breaths, he lowered his arms and stood up straight. “Nothing. Give me a little space, will you?” He strode away without turning to her.

She followed as he retrieved the towel, but when he ignored her and charged up the stairs, she looked around dumbfounded. He’d never been short with her like that. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, fighting back tears.

What did I do wrong?

Not wanting to be the pushy girlfriend, she gave him the space he’d asked for and waited in the living room.

Her single visit to his house before this had lasted only five minutes. They had come back from Nocturnal Surrender, and he had stopped at home to remove his contacts and fangs before they went dancing. He hadn’t taken the time to show her around because they were having such a good time and wanted to get on with their date.

A quick glance around the room didn’t offer much new information about her lover. There were no pictures, no decorations or knickknacks—not that she thought someone like Bastian would have those. The only sign of the man who lived there was an empty beer bottle on the dark coffee table.

She hadn’t noticed the first time, but the theme of the entire room was dark. Brown leather couch and chairs, mocha walls, wood floor. Even the curtains looked more like they were meant to keep the sun out rather than make the place homey.

The room almost gave her the creeps. She sat on the edge of the couch, bouncing her leg. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t lived here long enough to spruce up the place.

That had to be it.

Still, she needed to get out of the living room. Nearly fifteen minutes had gone by and Bastian hadn’t come back down. She went out to the hall and called for him but got no response. In fact, she hadn’t heard any sounds at all since he’d ran up there.

Could something have happened to him? What if he needed help?

She bit her lip and paced, contemplating if she should invade his privacy and go find out.

What the hell am I doing? He could be lying up there having a heart attack or something. Sure it was unlikely for someone so young and healthy, but what if?

She took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh then headed upstairs to take care of her man.

© Lorraine Pearl



For more information on the books in this series and for purchase links, please visit The Nocturnal Surrender Series website. Check out these awesome reviews of the previous book, Nocturnal Surrender:

“The chemistry between Bastian and Nicole is off the charts HAWT! WOW!! The world building is interesting and the plot is very intriguing. I love the author’s writing style and the editing was spot on. If you are a fan of Erotic PNR, you are going to love this series. It’s kind of like Laura Wright meets Lora Leigh with a pinch of JR Ward thrown in the mix.” Danie – Amazon Kindle reviewer about Nocturnal Surrender.

“I am digging this Novella series by Lorraine Pearl. I finished Nocturnal Surrender & immediately purchase the next book in the series, Midnight Confessions. Great back story, character & story development. Oh, and let’s not skip over the hot and I mean incredibily hot sex between Bastian & Nicole that makes you weak in the knees & tingly all over.” Sharon – Amazon Kindle reviewer about Nocturnal Surrender.

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