The Melt Your Resistance, Seven Layers of Heaven Trifle
Recipe by Tara Fox Hall
Promise Me Series Book #6 Her Secret
1 capable blond country woman afraid to express her hidden desires
1 jealous blue-eyed werecougar, determined to hold onto the woman he loves
2 seductive vampire brothers—one dark, one fair—unwilling to relent in their pursuit
Add...a half vampire-half human child, the first of his kind in existence
1 faerie-demon mixed blood with cherrywood eyes and a flair for sorcery
3 villainous, powerful vampires planning a takeover of rare malevolence
Fold in carefully the magic of shared dreams, the fear of unrealized passion, and the hopes of love against all odds. Beat until just lightly mixed, then set aside.
Frosting (the BEST part!): Add together sultry, wanton conversation, the electrical charge of hot flesh meeting cool skin, and the satisfying lusciousness of orgasm (this ingredient may be doubled or even tripled, according to taste). Add a dash of romance and tension for seasoning, and beat on high until the sound of soft sighs and moans fill the air. Beat an additional thirty seconds or as needed, until the groans become screams. Then taper off carefully for a few seconds before removing the mixer from the bowl.
Layer cake and frosting alternately in seven layers, or to your liking. Just make sure to have enough frosting left for an extra big dollop on top!
Do not refrigerate. This is a dish best served fresh and warm, when the layers will be most inviting.
Set the table in our world, with enough real-life references to make yourself at home. Light some candles, put on some romantic music—like The Righteous Brothers—and have a book of poetry handy, for those impromptu passionate moments between bites.
1 jealous blue-eyed werecougar, determined to hold onto the woman he loves
2 seductive vampire brothers—one dark, one fair—unwilling to relent in their pursuit
Add...a half vampire-half human child, the first of his kind in existence
1 faerie-demon mixed blood with cherrywood eyes and a flair for sorcery
3 villainous, powerful vampires planning a takeover of rare malevolence
Fold in carefully the magic of shared dreams, the fear of unrealized passion, and the hopes of love against all odds. Beat until just lightly mixed, then set aside.
Frosting (the BEST part!): Add together sultry, wanton conversation, the electrical charge of hot flesh meeting cool skin, and the satisfying lusciousness of orgasm (this ingredient may be doubled or even tripled, according to taste). Add a dash of romance and tension for seasoning, and beat on high until the sound of soft sighs and moans fill the air. Beat an additional thirty seconds or as needed, until the groans become screams. Then taper off carefully for a few seconds before removing the mixer from the bowl.
Layer cake and frosting alternately in seven layers, or to your liking. Just make sure to have enough frosting left for an extra big dollop on top!
Do not refrigerate. This is a dish best served fresh and warm, when the layers will be most inviting.
Set the table in our world, with enough real-life references to make yourself at home. Light some candles, put on some romantic music—like The Righteous Brothers—and have a book of poetry handy, for those impromptu passionate moments between bites.
Taste Test
Devlin stepped off the bike, and came toward me. I was lost from the moment I looked into his golden eyes.
The garage remote dropped from my nerveless hand as I moved toward him, shaking slightly. I stretched out my arms to him, winding them around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. He kissed me lightly, nibbling the edge of my lips with his fangs.
“Miss me?” he said seductively.
I pushed my body tight against his, desire pouring through me. He groaned and clasped me to him, his soft kiss becoming intent and reckless. Suddenly he lifted me, his leather creaking as he carried me into the basement bedroom. He laid me on the bed, kissing my mouth passionately, delving into me with his tongue, then began to kiss his way down my body. I felt the brush of his fangs on my bare skin and shivered, letting out a wild cry.
He drew back suddenly to look at me, his eyes molten. He paused for a second as if he was going to speak, then seemed to reconsider his words. Instead, he kissed me again on my throat and shoulders, pulling down my loose sweater so he could run his fangs over my bare skin.
I tried to unzip his jacket so I could touch him, but my hands couldn’t seem to clasp the zipper. Devlin gently pushed my hands back, and unzipped it, throwing it to one side. He had on a black T-shirt underneath and I ran my hands underneath it, into his chest hair. His skin was cool under my hands, and my desire increased tenfold. He shut his eyes at the feel of my hands on his skin, his lips parting slightly in pleasure.
The sight of his fang tips made me sigh in eagerness, my rapid breathing speeding up still more. “Please.” I tried to pull him onto me.
Devlin looked down at me through lowered eyelids. “Danial was right,” he said seductively. Oddly, there was a sad undercurrent beneath the desire.
“Don’t be sad,” I murmured eagerly. “I want you. God, I want you so much!”
Devlin pressed his body to me. I felt his shaft hard against my groin, so wonderfully long and ready for me, and instantly forgot everything else. I arched my back, trying to push my body that much closer to him, baring my throat to him.
“Don’t worry, Sar,” he murmured to me between kisses. “I’ll give you what you’ve been wanting.” He bit me gently, not breaking the skin. At once, my lust roared up inside of me as I gasped, writhing beneath him. I hadn’t felt The Lust in months, not like this. The pills had kept it at bay, but I’d gone off them…
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Dev, I need you!”
“I know what you need, Sar,” he murmured. He held me to the bed with one hand and began to kiss me, running his fangs over my neck. He breathing quickened as he pulled up my shirt, and unclasped my bra, moving it aside as his mouth came down over my breasts, his fangs pressing down slightly as he kissed and sucked at my skin.
It was sweet torture. No matter how I begged and writhed, he seemed to foresee my movements, speedily avoiding my efforts to impale myself on his fangs. Finally, I was near tears with frustration, crying out repeatedly in desperate need.
“No,” he said teasingly, drawing his lips from my reddened breast. “I’m not done with the foreplay, Love. You’ll have to wait.”
The garage remote dropped from my nerveless hand as I moved toward him, shaking slightly. I stretched out my arms to him, winding them around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. He kissed me lightly, nibbling the edge of my lips with his fangs.
“Miss me?” he said seductively.
I pushed my body tight against his, desire pouring through me. He groaned and clasped me to him, his soft kiss becoming intent and reckless. Suddenly he lifted me, his leather creaking as he carried me into the basement bedroom. He laid me on the bed, kissing my mouth passionately, delving into me with his tongue, then began to kiss his way down my body. I felt the brush of his fangs on my bare skin and shivered, letting out a wild cry.
He drew back suddenly to look at me, his eyes molten. He paused for a second as if he was going to speak, then seemed to reconsider his words. Instead, he kissed me again on my throat and shoulders, pulling down my loose sweater so he could run his fangs over my bare skin.
I tried to unzip his jacket so I could touch him, but my hands couldn’t seem to clasp the zipper. Devlin gently pushed my hands back, and unzipped it, throwing it to one side. He had on a black T-shirt underneath and I ran my hands underneath it, into his chest hair. His skin was cool under my hands, and my desire increased tenfold. He shut his eyes at the feel of my hands on his skin, his lips parting slightly in pleasure.
The sight of his fang tips made me sigh in eagerness, my rapid breathing speeding up still more. “Please.” I tried to pull him onto me.
Devlin looked down at me through lowered eyelids. “Danial was right,” he said seductively. Oddly, there was a sad undercurrent beneath the desire.
“Don’t be sad,” I murmured eagerly. “I want you. God, I want you so much!”
Devlin pressed his body to me. I felt his shaft hard against my groin, so wonderfully long and ready for me, and instantly forgot everything else. I arched my back, trying to push my body that much closer to him, baring my throat to him.
“Don’t worry, Sar,” he murmured to me between kisses. “I’ll give you what you’ve been wanting.” He bit me gently, not breaking the skin. At once, my lust roared up inside of me as I gasped, writhing beneath him. I hadn’t felt The Lust in months, not like this. The pills had kept it at bay, but I’d gone off them…
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Dev, I need you!”
“I know what you need, Sar,” he murmured. He held me to the bed with one hand and began to kiss me, running his fangs over my neck. He breathing quickened as he pulled up my shirt, and unclasped my bra, moving it aside as his mouth came down over my breasts, his fangs pressing down slightly as he kissed and sucked at my skin.
It was sweet torture. No matter how I begged and writhed, he seemed to foresee my movements, speedily avoiding my efforts to impale myself on his fangs. Finally, I was near tears with frustration, crying out repeatedly in desperate need.
“No,” he said teasingly, drawing his lips from my reddened breast. “I’m not done with the foreplay, Love. You’ll have to wait.”
Buy Links:
Amazon-Amazon UK-Smashwords-Goodreads
Melange Books (PDF, print-Lulu, and HTML):
Lybrary-Barnes and Noble
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, horror, suspense, erotica, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She also coauthored the essay “The Allure of the Serial Killer,” published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). Her first full-length action-adventure novel, Lash, published in April 2012. Her vampire series begins in June 2012, with the 1st novel Promise Me. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.
Connect with Tara Fox Hall
Amazon|B&N|All Romance EBooks|Smashwords
GIVEAWAY
first place: Her Secret Tshirt (size XL, black with cover of Her Secret on the front)
first place: Her Secret Tshirt (size XL, black with cover of Her Secret on the front)
second place: Her Secret Notepad.
Thanks for having me here today, Sharon! :) Hello everyone
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I could handle 4 "layers", but I'd cheerfully start with 3 and work my way up.
ReplyDeleteThat's the best way to start, Anne...one bite at a time:) Good luck!
DeleteI'm not sure but I am positive I would give it my best effort to enjoy and relish in those 7 layers and the frosting. If I died trying....I died happy! LOL
ReplyDeleteHi CBarton :) Yes, its kind of like Death By Chocolate that way, lol! :)
DeleteTHANKS TARA HOW ARE YOU?
ReplyDeleteI'm good! :) How are you doing? Hope your Sunday is going well!
DeleteThat frosting! It sounds positively yummy :D
ReplyDeleteHi Cerian. What a beautiful uncommon name! :) Yes...the frosting is the best part! :) Good luck!
DeleteOhhh the frosting sounds wonderful...seven layers...well, I will need to fast to take all that on.
ReplyDeleteHi Shari :) When we've had a winter like this one, 7 layers seems just the right amount! :) Good luck!
DeleteI could devour that whole 7 layers along with that DELISH frosting and even have some room left over for some yummy Daniel, Theo, Devlin and even some left over for my boyfriend lash! OH YEAH BABY!
ReplyDeleteLove your enthusiasm, Jessica! :) LOVE IT!
DeleteI don't know... those 7 layers sound good... Don't know if I could handle all of them lol
ReplyDeleteI think you could do if you 'had' to ;)
DeleteI second Sharon's comment....its a duty to try at least! ;) Good luck!
DeleteClever post! Yum. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Diana! I credit Sharon S. with the wonderful idea--I'm so glad she suggested it to me! :)
DeleteI'll take all seven layers, please.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT's my kind of comment! Go Michelle! Wootwootwoot! :)
DeleteOop were-cougar. I. Am. In. That's so my type of read!
ReplyDeleteThose Shifters are irresistible Good luck...and love your handle! :)
DeleteI would try all 7 layers.
ReplyDeleteAnother courageous women! Woot woot! :) Tasting is necessary! Good luck!
DeleteI haven't visited the diner before, interesting. Do we get refills? ;)
ReplyDeleteBea, if you can take all 7 layers plus the frosting, I'll give you a free refill out of sheer awe! :)
DeleteI would start with three and work my way up.
ReplyDeleteA great plan, Catedid....that's how I would approach it also! :) Saving a hunk of frosting for last of course...:)
DeleteSeven layers, please!
ReplyDeleteYour wish is my command! :)
DeleteLovely recipe! Thanks Tara.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Aurian...what a beautiful name! :) Thank you and good luck! :)
DeleteI'd probably pass out before I made it through all 7 layers but I would give it a go!
ReplyDeleteTrue Texas grit! :) Awesome! Good luck!
DeleteI would try the seven layers but odds are could only do about 4, lol.
ReplyDeleteLOL! It's all in the pacing, Steph. :) There is no rule that says you can't split it in two pieces...for more manageable satisfaction. Good luck!
Deletemaybe start with 3
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you, BN100 :) Today would definately be a day to take little bites....Good luck in the giveaway!
Delete