Blog Barrage! Hunger by Felicity Heaton
Hunger, the latest
book in Felicity Heaton’s vampire romance series, Vampires Realm, is now
available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a
FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.
Betrayed by one of her own and turned into a vampire, hunter Eve is consumed by her hunger for vengeance and has spent five years surviving hell, driven to take the life of the man she once loved. But just as she is about to close in on the hunter-turned-vampire, an event is set in motion that threatens to see him slip beyond her grasp forever—the leader of her bloodline has sent an escort to bring her to the family’s mansion. To a nest of the very creatures she once hunted and loathes.
Felicity is
hosting a Facebook release party for Hunger on May 18th, so join her
then for amazing giveaways, Q&A, teasers and more!
Here’s more
about Hunger, including an excerpt from this action-packed hot vampire romance
novel.
Betrayed by one of her own and turned into a vampire, hunter Eve is consumed by her hunger for vengeance and has spent five years surviving hell, driven to take the life of the man she once loved. But just as she is about to close in on the hunter-turned-vampire, an event is set in motion that threatens to see him slip beyond her grasp forever—the leader of her bloodline has sent an escort to bring her to the family’s mansion. To a nest of the very creatures she once hunted and loathes.
A vampire assassin hardened by centuries of
service, Tor is a man of discipline and loyalty, never straying from his
mission or the rules set out for him, and has purged all his weaknesses,
including his emotions.
But the moment he meets the broken, fiery
female he is to escort to Oslo, something dangerous awakens in him, something
possessive and powerful, and when he is pulled into a deadly game of cat and
mouse with the man who betrayed her, Tor discovers he will do anything to
protect the woman slowly claiming his heart and give her the vengeance she
desires—even break all the rules.
Can Eve embrace her new vampire nature in
order to have her revenge and find a reason to live again in Tor? Can Tor and
Eve stop the man who betrayed her and the deaths of thousands of innocents? Or
will he succeed in creating a new army of hybrid vampires who will rise up
against the purebloods?
Hunger can be
read out of order with the rest of the series and is available from Amazon Kindle,
Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also
available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/hunger-vampire-romance-novel.php
5 stars*****
This is the third paranormal romance I've read by Felicity Heaton and once again I am completely satisfied! She writes the best male/female characters. I loved Tor and Eve... they were a perfect match.
Eve was a vampire hunter who was murdered and came back as the very creature she hated most. Tor was created and bred to be a hunter as well and is at the bottom of vampire society and looked down upon. With both of them being hunters they immediately felt a connection and understanding of each other. They were able to provide for each other those missing pieces needed to move forward and embrace something neither of them thought they could do. Eve, embracing her new life as an immortal and Tor embracing an opportunity for love.
After Eve changed she spent years living a tortured existence among the weakling vampires. Having suffered at their hands she rejects her existence and refuses to give in to her hunger for human blood. She lives in a constant weakened state.
Tor is sent to bring her home to her sister, who was also turned vampire, to take her rightful place with her bloodline family. Eve does not want to live surrounded by vampires because of her deeply embedded fears.
Tor and his ability to understand her as a hunter and having lived through a tortured past himself was able to provide her a soft place to fall. I simply loved his character! Tor is one of those tortured heroes that has a desire to be loved hidden under all of his hardened layers. Being looked down upon by his own bloodline as unworthy... love was never something he thought to be within his reach. Gosh, these are my favorite kind of characters in PR... I simply love seeing a character who feels unworthy of love... learning to embrace it instead. :)
Felicity has a way of attaching you emotionally to her characters... and I love this about her writing. It was easy for me to relate to the conflicted emotions going on with both Eve and Tor and that is a compliment to the author's writing style. It's not easy to do...
This is very easily read as a stand alone... in fact, this is the first book I've read in this particular series and I had no trouble at all enjoying the story coming in at book 8. But...now I need to go back to book one and start at the beginning cause I liked it that much.
Keep doing what you're doing FH... I am a fan... :)
Eve was a vampire hunter who was murdered and came back as the very creature she hated most. Tor was created and bred to be a hunter as well and is at the bottom of vampire society and looked down upon. With both of them being hunters they immediately felt a connection and understanding of each other. They were able to provide for each other those missing pieces needed to move forward and embrace something neither of them thought they could do. Eve, embracing her new life as an immortal and Tor embracing an opportunity for love.
After Eve changed she spent years living a tortured existence among the weakling vampires. Having suffered at their hands she rejects her existence and refuses to give in to her hunger for human blood. She lives in a constant weakened state.
Tor is sent to bring her home to her sister, who was also turned vampire, to take her rightful place with her bloodline family. Eve does not want to live surrounded by vampires because of her deeply embedded fears.
Tor and his ability to understand her as a hunter and having lived through a tortured past himself was able to provide her a soft place to fall. I simply loved his character! Tor is one of those tortured heroes that has a desire to be loved hidden under all of his hardened layers. Being looked down upon by his own bloodline as unworthy... love was never something he thought to be within his reach. Gosh, these are my favorite kind of characters in PR... I simply love seeing a character who feels unworthy of love... learning to embrace it instead. :)
Felicity has a way of attaching you emotionally to her characters... and I love this about her writing. It was easy for me to relate to the conflicted emotions going on with both Eve and Tor and that is a compliment to the author's writing style. It's not easy to do...
This is very easily read as a stand alone... in fact, this is the first book I've read in this particular series and I had no trouble at all enjoying the story coming in at book 8. But...now I need to go back to book one and start at the beginning cause I liked it that much.
Keep doing what you're doing FH... I am a fan... :)
Hunger – Excerpt
The hotel room smelled musty. Or that might
be her. Her clothes were soaked and sticking to her skin. Tor reappeared from
the bathroom and handed her a white towel robe. Eve thanked him with a smile
that fell away when he turned his back on her and the scent of his blood grew
stronger, thicker in the air, a tangy coppery smell that called to her.
“You’re injured.” She took a step towards
him without thinking and he swung back to face her.
“It’s nothing. Just a little shrapnel.” He
reached over behind him and tugged his ruined black sweatshirt off over his
head. A brief tantalising flash of toned stomach muscles caught her breath in
her throat before his black t-shirt fell back down to cover them. He tossed the
sweatshirt and nodded towards her. “Change into that. It will make you feel
better.”
Eve looked down at the robe she clutched,
shame spreading through her. At times like this, she was almost glad she was a
vampire and couldn’t blush. It wasn’t the thought of changing in front of Tor
that would have had her cheeks heating. It was how pathetic she had been back
at the airport.
She had lost it.
It was all coming back to her now in
startling colour and detail. She had fallen apart while Tor had been the
picture of calm and efficiency, his reactions incredible as he had swept her up
against his hard, powerful body and sheltered her from the blast. If he hadn’t
been there, she would have been toast.
Then, he had carried her like some knight
in shining armour into the safety of the darkness and had tended to her, and
all the while she had mumbled stupid stuff like a damsel in distress. She
groaned internally at the way she had presented herself. When piled on top of
how she had been when Tor had swept into the club and quickly dispatched her
attackers for her, it made her want to bury her head in the robe and never come
out again.
No doubt Tor thought she was one of those
women who needed constant protection, a man on hand to do her battles for her
and keep her safe.
She had kept herself safe for twenty-five
years without the help of a man.
Death had torn apart the woman she had
been, stripping away her strength, throwing her into turmoil. She had become
the sort of weak and pathetic woman that had annoyed her when she had been a
hunter.
Eve resisted sagging onto the bed and
burrowing into the white robe.
She really had to man up.
Tor had offered her the shot at revenge she
wanted and she was going to take it.
She was going to pull herself together and
show him that she was a hunter born and bred, just as he was.
Eve turned her back on him, set the towel
down on the double bed in front of her, and stripped off her jacket. When she
pulled her t-shirt up, revealing her back, Tor uttered something in his foreign
tongue. She shivered as his gaze ran down her spine, heating her skin, and
frowned as his eyes left her. A chivalrous man? She hadn’t figured him for that
type.
His boots shuffled on the taupe carpet and
she continued to remove her wet things. She kicked her own boots off, struggled
to get her jeans down her legs, and even pulled off her socks. She left her
underwear on. A flimsy piece of protection she couldn’t quite bring herself to
shed, not even when she was certain that he had turned his back to give her
some privacy.
Eve donned the white robe, tied the belt
around her waist and moved to face Tor.
He had turned his back. He stood facing the
bathroom and her gaze immediately catalogued all the cuts in his black t-shirt.
She walked forwards, her bare feet silent on the carpet, and reached towards a
short gash on his right arm.
Tor tensed the moment her fingers made
contact, his muscles flexing in response to her touch. She bravely ventured
onwards, running her fingers down the line of the cut, one on either side of
the angry wound.
“How many have metal in them?” she said and
scanned his back for the worst. It was hard to tell with his t-shirt concealing
them. “You’re going to have to let me take a look.”
He didn’t argue or hesitate. He grabbed his
t-shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor at their feet.
Eve sucked in a sharp breath at the sight
of his muscular back, and not because of all the places where pieces of the jet
had struck him. There were so many scars.
She absently raised a hand and ghosted it
over the thick ragged scar on his right shoulder. It cut down from the
delicious dip in his muscles beside his deltoid, as wide as two of her fingers
together, and tapered to a point just beneath his shoulder blade, close to his
armpit.
“The hunter did this?” She didn’t need to
ask to know, but it felt too intimate standing like this with him, touching him
in silence.
He nodded.
Eve moved a step back and assessed the new
wounds, shutting out all the scars that littered his back, even the thick
circular ones that sickened her. Someone had made him acquainted with holy wood
and more than once. She counted at least five points where he had been stabbed
with stakes and burned by them.
She shut them out, not wanting to wonder
whether the same hunter who had attempted to take his arm and his life had done
this grim work on him.
“You’re going to bleed when I pull these
fragments out.” Eve touched one and expected him to hiss as she felt the metal
buried in his flesh beneath his skin.
He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t even
tense.
“You do not need to. My body will reject
them.” He stepped away from her and pinned her with his cold blue eyes, no
flicker of emotion in them.
“In days maybe… why live with them for
days?” She searched his pale eyes but they didn’t answer her and neither did
he.
Tor turned away from her and she wasn’t
having any of it. She grabbed his wrist and he paused and looked down at her
hand on him. His pale blond eyebrows drew down, narrowing his eyes. She wasn’t
going to release him so his veiled threat was pointless.
“Why?” She wouldn’t ask him again. He had
to have a reason. No hunter, no matter how hardened they were to pain, lived
with something they could easily fix with another’s assistance. It was madness.
The metal had every chance of burrowing deeper before his body began to heal,
pushing it out. The process would be painful and drawn out over days.
Madness.
Tor lifted his icy gaze to meet hers. “It’s
not your place.”
He tugged his arm free of her grip and
walked into the bathroom. If he thought they were done on the subject, he was
sorely mistaken.
Eve followed him into the white tiled room,
avoiding the huge mirror hanging above the vanity unit in front of her. She
turned to her left, towards Tor, and her eyes widened as he shoved his black
jeans down, shamelessly revealing his bare backside.
Eve swiftly spun on her heel, giving him
her back.
She searched for something to say and her
eyes fell on the small, rather atrocious, bathroom supplies offered by the
hotel. Nothing more than some shampoo and shower gel. No vanity pack. She went
back into the bedroom, unzipped her bag, and pulled out her small shiny red
satin bag that contained her scant pieces of make-up and other beauty items. She
took out her tweezers, dumped her stuff on the bed and went back to the
bathroom door.
Tor growled something dark and grunted.
Eve steeled herself, preparing for the
sight of him, and then stepped inside. She frowned at him. He stood with one
hand braced on the vanity and the other reaching under that arm, fingers
digging in a wound on his back. Blood smeared around the wound and rolled down
his fingers, dripping on the floor, leaving a stark crimson splatter on the
white tiles.
“God almighty… will you stop? You’re making
it worse.” She grabbed his hand and shoved it away.
He snarled at her and her heart leaped into
her throat.
“I thought you were just going to let your
body push the fragments out?” she snapped and ignored his answering growl. She
felt the warning in that one. Her vampire instincts knew he had threatened her
and meant to keep her away from him.
Eve didn’t give a damn.
She didn’t care that it wasn’t her place to
help him, whatever that crap meant.
All she cared about was getting the pieces
of metal out of his flesh in the least painful way and seeing he healed.
She shoved him in the shoulder. “Face
forwards and shut up.”
Surprisingly, he did as ordered. Eve went
to work on his back, feeling each wound and then using the tweezers to remove
the metal if there was any embedded in it. She dropped each shard into a glass
on the counter beside her and had filled the bottom of it before she had
covered half of his back.
She couldn’t believe he had been willing to
live with so many sharp pieces of metal in his skin.
“Tor?” she whispered as she carefully
tugged another sliver free of his flesh and dropped it into the glass. “What
did you mean by it isn’t my place? I get that you work alone… I understand what
it’s like… but why refuse help?”
He lowered his head and braced his hands
against the counter in front of him.
Eve worked lower and her gaze dropped to
his bare backside and the twin delicious dimples above it. She dragged her eyes
back up, trying to get control of herself. He had been kind enough to give her
some privacy when she had been changing. It was rude of her to ogle him when he
was accepting her help. She felt as if she was taking advantage of him somehow.
“You shouldn’t touch me.”
She frowned at those low spoken words. “Why
not?”
He turned his head slightly towards her,
enough that she could see he had his eyes closed, his eyebrows drawn down above
them. His shoulders tensed as she pulled a long shard out of his side and she
mumbled an apology.
“Because it isn’t right,” he said and she
wished he would tell her straight and stop dancing around the reason.
She pulled another piece of metal out, her
actions rougher this time, her irritation getting the better of her. He hissed
as he sucked in a breath and blood trickled down his back.
“Sorry,” Eve said, immediately regretting
what she had done. Guilt swept through her and on its heels came an instinct
she fought hard to deny.
She would not lick the blood or seal the
wound for him.
She grabbed some tissue and pressed it to
the wound instead, and closed her eyes, shutting out the sight of all the blood
on his back. She struggled against her instincts, desperate to shut out the
voice that tempted her into running her tongue over Tor’s back, capturing every
stray drop of his strong blood. She wanted it. She needed it.
She had to take it.
Tor wouldn’t argue.
He wouldn’t deny her. He would let her
crawl up his magnificent body and sink her fangs into his throat, drinking deep
of his blood. He would enjoy it.
Welcome it.
Eve turned away and shoved her palms
against the cool wall tiles as her head spun, the sudden onslaught of dizziness
threatening to sweep the ground out from under her and take her down to her
knees.
Tor’s strong hand caught her upper arm.
“Eve?”
The sound of her name in his deep accented
voice sent heat rolling through her and caused her trembling to increase. Her
knees turned to jelly, too weak to support her weight. His other hand clamped
down on her side and he lifted her. The spinning in her head worsened and she
gasped as her backside hit something hard beneath her.
“Eve?” Tor’s hands grasped her shoulders
and he held her steady, and she wished she could find her voice to thank him
for it. She clutched his biceps, holding herself upright on the counter of the
vanity unit. “Eve?”
She nodded to let him know that she was
beginning to feel better. The hunger was passing. She was winning.
She sucked in a deep breath and held it in
her lungs, trying to shatter the final threads of the hunger’s hold on her.
“You need blood.” He released her arms.
Eve tightened her grip on him, fear
bringing her claws out. She pressed them into his flesh, desperate for him to
stay, unwilling to let him move. She couldn’t let him go for blood. She
couldn’t. He wouldn’t understand.
“I’m fine.” She pushed the words out,
trying to sound normal, sure that he hadn’t heard the wobble in her voice. “I
think this whole evening has taken its toll on me.”
Eve risked opening her eyes and meeting
his.
The ice glittering in them said he wanted
to call her on her lie, that he knew she needed blood and hadn’t fed recently.
He stepped back instead and Eve quickly
averted her gaze when his actions gave her a dazzling reminder that he was
naked.
Books in the Vampires Realm paranormal romance series:
About Felicity
Heaton:
Felicity Heaton
is a USA Today and international
best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books
she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense
emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly
vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot
demons!
If you're a fan
of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena
Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your
angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you.
If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm
series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for
vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the
best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed
worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons
to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates
series.
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