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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Oh those fangs!

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Let’s take a minute to consider them.
They come in all shapes and sizes and can do interesting things. Some are soulless undead, others sparkle. Vampires are featured in folklore spanning virtually every culture in every form imaginable. Their written concept dates back to the beginning of literature. Their origins vary according to the legend, and the list of their capabilities is as many and varied as the cultures in which they abound in an ever shifting world of changes depending on the decade they exist in.

Makes one wonder.

They’re sexy. Some are sex crazed.

They all have one thing in common, however: those delectable, utterly delicious fangs. Fangs have become synonymous with vampires. Technically, fangs are incisors and commonly referred to as ‘eye teeth’ or ‘canine teeth’. Let’s not sully the sexy with too much fact, though.

A vampire’s fangs can be used for so much more than simply biting holes in their victims. Lift a lip, snarl a little, let those pointy teeth show and you’ve got people shaking in their shoes or shivering for more. They can be used to lightly, or not so lightly, scrap along a lover’s skin, delivering a delicious tease or a playful nip when needed.

Jonas Forge is a small town homicide detective. He describes himself as the brawn, not the brains, of his group of friends. A description absolutely no one believes.
He is also a 240 year-old vampire and one of the stars of my novel, Electric Candle (book #2 of The Sleepless City, a series written with Anne Barwell). He’s had a lot of practice with this vampire business and uses his fangs for a variety of reasons ranging from comical, to everyday to just plain sexy.

Aggravate him and he’ll show a bit of fangs for just long enough to get his point across and make a person wonder, what did they see? He likes to pretend he’s a hard-ass, something else those who know him don’t believe. In reality the guy is a big sweetheart. One of his human friends, Ben, does nothing but roll his eyes when Forge attempts being scary.

It’s hard to believe a guy is frightening when you’ve seen him open beer bottles with those fangs.

Where Forge excels at using his fangs—he’s had lots of practice don’t forget—is in the seduction department. In Electric Candle when the fangs come out during sex no one dies; well maybe the other guy does just a little from the sheer hotness of it all and the desire to have more!

Forge isn’t a subtle man, a fact everyone who knows him absolutely believes. When he discovered the power of those fangs against skin, how they made his lover shiver and beg for more… well let’s just say he’s perfected his technique.

Fangs are powerful weapons when used to draw blood or skilled tools used to make love’s first kiss skyrocket to new heights of desire.

Vampires in our series have soul mates, and when they meet, the biological drive to bond is irresistible. Failing to do so could make a vampire insane. That doesn’t mean it’s love at first sight, bite, or anything else. For Forge, it’s a bit of a surprise. His soul mate turns out to be a brand new, shy, confused vampire who has no real clue as to what he is or what he is capable of.

What does this have to do with fangs? In The Sleepless City series, our vampires’ fangs are a part of their emotional expression. Both Forge, and his new found soul mate show their fangs to varying degrees when they are frustrated, angry, trying to prove a point or aroused.

In Forge it becomes an interesting mix of sweet and sexy.


When a vampire finds his soul mate, the bond is forever. It’s love at first sight. Or is it?
Flint, Ohio Homicide Detective Jonas Forge has been a vampire for nearly two hundred years. He’s fought wars, seen life go from the simple but hard colonial days to the modern high tech world. He’s evolved with the times, adapting with each new era, blending into each new life. The one constant is his best friend and lover, Declan.
Until Forge’s soul mate tumbles, literally, into his life.
Even though they’re not fated to be together forever, Forge and Declan are perfectly happy. Despite the pheromone attracting him to his soul mate, Forge isn’t thrilled with the guy, and the feeling seems mutual. While trying to adjust to his clumsy soul mate and equally awkward feelings, Forge is on the hunt for the serial killer who’s leaving a trail of bodies, and who witnesses can’t identify. But Forge better watch out. When his work collides with his love life, things really heat up.

Blair felt pin-sharp teeth trace a line down his neck and back up.
Blair groaned and dropped his head back onto Forge’s shoulder again. He moved one hand on Forge’s thigh to between his legs, and with the other gripped the hand Forge held against his belly. When they appeared in the mirror again, fangs visible, eyes glazed with color Blair shuddered. He pushed Forge’s hand down until it touched Blair’s leaking cock.
He gasped when Forge slid one hand under Blair’s waistband. Forge’s fingers moved along the length of his cock, smearing Blair’s precum all over it. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room for him to get a good breath, and he felt as if he might combust from the inside out. Forge shoved his shorts down and picked up one leg, then the other, shaking his clothes off.
One of Forge’s hands moved up. Forge curled his fingers in Blair’s hair, gripping and turning Blair’s head and pressing their mouths together. At once, Blair opened his lips to Forge’s tongue, at the same time pushing his into the other man’s mouth. Blair twisted in Forge’s arms to face him fully. As if reading Blair’s mind, Forge grabbed Blair’s wrists and held them behind Blair’s back, rendering him powerless to use them.
The rough material of Forge’s jeans brushed the oversensitive head of Blair’s cock and caused delicious pleasure boarding on pain to bloom and move through him. He ground his pelvis against Forge’s, seeking more friction. When Forge shoved one thigh between Blair’s legs and pushed up with steady force, Blair rubbed against him faster, with more pressure, wanting more of the sweet pain.
Forge nipped a path along the length of Blair’s throat. Blair panted, “You gonna fuck me? Please! I waa—”
“Not in here.” Forge cut him off, let go, and stepped away. Blair was left trembling, feeling abandoned.
Forge took a few steps back. At the same time, he reached out and took Blair’s hand, pulling him against his broad chest again. Blair went willingly. It made no sense, he barely knew this man, yet he wanted him so badly, his brain couldn’t process anything else. Blair pressed his mouth to Forge’s collarbone, sucking tentatively and testing his fangs against Forge’s flesh. When Forge groaned and pulled Blair closer, he knew he’d been successful. Blair licked Forge’s neck and scraped his fangs along the round, thick muscle of Forge’s shoulder.
“Oh, crap,” Forge moaned. “You want this?” He was walking them backward to the bedroom. “Really want?”
Blair surged harder against Forge. Getting braver with his teeth, he bit down on the dip just under Forge’s clavicle. “I’m naked, I’ve had a raging hard-on for a week, and I’ve been dreaming about you doing something about it. Yes, I want it!”

Author Bio:
Elizabeth Noble began telling stories before she actually knew how to write, and her family was very happy when she learned to put words on a page. Those words turned into fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M romance fiction. Her favorite books to write (and read) include all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural as well as a good mystery.

Elizabeth has three grown children and is now happily owned by an adorable mixed breed canine princess named Rosie, and two cats, Murphy and Yeti. She lives in her native northeast Ohio, the perfect place for gardening, winter and summer sports (go Tribe!) and using her trusty telescope. When she's not writing she's working as a veterinary nurse, so don't be surprised to see her men with a pet or three who are a very big part of their lives.

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