The moment
the demon King Thorne of the Third Realm set eyes on the mortal huntress Sable,
he knew she was his fated one. The fiery, dangerous female awakened hungers he
had never experienced before, a dark craving and passion that has consumed him
in their time apart. As the lunar cycle wanes, she enters his world again and
nothing will stand in the way of him claiming his forever with her—not the
relentless assault from the Fifth Realm or the dark elf male determined to
seduce her out of his grasp.
Intent on
achieving the coveted position of commander at Archangel, Sable leads her small
team into the dark underworld and the Third Realm, to a war where her allies
are the very creatures she normally hunts—vampires, werewolves, and demons. Her
eagerness to lead the deadly mission has everything to do with winning her
promotion, and nothing to do with the kingdom’s brash, lethally seductive demon
king—a king who stirred fierce desire and wildfire heat in her with just a look
and an innocent touch when they first met, and has been in her wicked dreams
ever since.
As the
gathering storm between rivals unleashes irresistible passion that flares
white-hot and the heat of the battle brings life-shattering realisations, can
Sable place her duty before her heart? Or will she surrender to her deepest
desires and be claimed by a demon king?
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Hi Felicity,
please tell us about yourself and your writing.
I’m a
British paranormal romance writer and I’ve been writing since 2005. I’ve
written over forty-five books in my career as a writer, and around forty of
those are still available. I love to write passionate paranormal romances, with
high-octane action, intense emotion, and heroes who will make your toes curl!
At the
moment, I have three series on the go and one I completed last year. The
completed series is the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, with the delicious
heroes of Vampirerotique, London’s premier naughty theatre for vampires. The
ongoing series are the Her Angel series with my take on sexy passionate angels
determined to protect their women from a terrible game between Heaven and Hell,
and the Vampires Realm series, which is packed with twisting plots, vampires to
die for, and is a huge world encompassing ten books at present, with the next
due out in May. And also my new series Eternal Mates, which is set in the same
world as the Vampire Erotic Theatre but it takes a look at the wider world
outside the theatre, with all manner of fae and demon species, and plenty of
hot-blooded alpha heroes determined to have their mates.
What
inspired your current book?
Claimed by a
Demon King is the second book in my Eternal Mates series. I was inspired to
write the Eternal Mates series because I wanted to explore the world of the
Vampire Erotic Theatre more and delve deeper into the lives of the other
species I had mentioned and touched on in that series. I also wanted to bring
elves into the world of paranormal romance and give a new spin on them, and
also on the concept of fated mates. Each species in the series has a different
way of knowing their mates and a different set of rules for courting them. I
love being able to explore this huge world and bring in a multitude of
paranormal species.
In Claimed
by a Demon King, I had a demon hero, a hunter heroine, plus dark elves,
vampires, werewolves, bear and dragon shifters, and witches too. It’s
incredible fun writing the characters in this series too. Every single one of
them has really captured my imagination and I’ve fallen hard for this world
because of them.
Please tell
us about your current work in progress.
I’m
currently writing the first draft of Tempted by a Rogue Prince, which is the
third book in the Eternal Mates series. I actually switched my entire writing
and release schedule for the year around in order to write this one sooner,
because readers really want the next book in this series, and I have been
desperate to write this story since I first came up with the concept for the
series. I absolutely adore the hero Vail, the mad elf prince. He’s dark,
tormented, and broken, and I’ve wanted to put him together with his fated
female since he first walked into my head, and straight into my heart. I’m
loving writing his story so far too, but I have to be careful to maintain the
balance between dark and light in this one.
Do you write
with music going in the background? What are some of your favorite types/bands?
I do write
to music, and often I have a playlist for each book I write, plus my general
one for different moods/types of scenes… like action / fight scenes, and
romantic or solemn ones. For those types of scenes, I tend to listen to
classical music as I find it more inspiring and find it draws the right
emotions out of me that I can then pour into the book to bring it to life.
When I’m not
listening to classical music, I tend to lean towards the alternative rock side
of music. I love bands like Three Days Grace, Lifehouse, Nickelback, Red,
Seether, 7 Days Away, OneRepublic, Thirty Seconds to Mars, 3 Doors Down,
Daughtry, The Fray, Green River Ordinance and many many more. I find these
bands really speak to me and there’s always a song or two from them that really
suits the book I’m writing.
What is your
favorite book genre? Who are your favorite authors?
Paranormal
romance by far. Not just to write but to read too. Why? Because the
possibilities are endless in paranormal romance and if you set your mind to it,
you can create something unique that stands out from the other books out there.
You can make whole worlds of your own and pull readers into those worlds. Plus,
I find the characters in paranormal romance are often more detailed, more real,
and ones who will stay with you and make you care about them. I love to read
what I love to write, and I always go for the sort of authors who write the
same style of paranormal romance as I do.
I absolutely
love Lara Adrian. I would love to meet her. She writes the most amazing books
and I always have to get the signed copies when a new one comes out. I also
love to read series by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Larissa Ione, and sometimes
Christine Feehan and Lynsay Sands, and also Gena Showalter. I’m not enjoying
Gena’s latest books very much though. My TBR pile is crazy, but I always have
room for new books from these authors.
Do you have
a favorite character from your books? Who is it and why?
I’ve already
mentioned that I have a huge soft spot for Vail from the Eternal Mates series,
but I also have an equally large soft spot for Esher, who readers will meet
when the first Guardians of Hades book comes out later this year. I gravitate
towards the broken heroes with difficult pasts. The more broken they are, the
more I love them. Snow really captured my heart in the Vampire Erotic Theatre
series, and so did Julian from Love Immortal, one of my standalone vampire
romance books.
Who is the
sexiest man/woman alive and why?
I may have
to go with… Chris Hemsworth. I have a thing for him, and have done ever since
the first Thor film. He’s handsome, tall, and comes across as a genuinely nice
man with a good personality. He’s the whole package.
If you were
stranded on a desert island, what three modern conveniences would you take with
you?
My tablet, a
solar-powered generator, and a refrigerator.
Quick quiz:
Favorite food? Anything sweet with
cinnamon.
Favorite color? Purple
Favorite animal? Lemurs
Biggest pet peeve? Conceited people
Dream car? Audi R8
Claimed by a Demon King –
Excerpt
A ripple of heat travelled through Thorne’s muscles, sending a shiver of
awareness through him.
Sable.
He was turning before he knew it, his gaze seeking her, drawn to his
little female.
When it found her, his blood chilled and then burned for a different reason.
She was beautiful, resplendent with her long black hair twirled and
clasped at the back of her head and her lips rosy, but she did not wear a dress
of mortal fashion.
The long flowing blue garment reached her ankles, the sheer layers
parting as she walked, revealing glimpses of bare thigh through the gauzy
material that made him want to growl at every male in the room who dared to
look upon his female. In contrast to the loose skirt, the top was tight, the
blue bands of material held in place by elaborate arcs and swirls of brushed
silver metal that acted as a corset over them.
An elven dress.
The wretched elf male beside her raked an appreciative glance over her
body, blatant hunger in his purple eyes.
Thorne’s lips peeled back off his fangs and his horns curled in front of
his ears.
He stormed through the crowd, shoving demon, elf, vampire and werewolf
out of his path, picking up speed as he neared her and the male. Sable’s golden
eyes met his, a smile rising onto her lips. It faded when he growled low in his
throat. She tensed, her eyes going wide, and backed off a step. He pushed the
last obstacle aside and seized Bleu by his throat, barely registering Sable’s
gasp, and kicked forwards, using all of his speed to slam the male against the
stone wall behind her.
Thorne’s muscles ached, beginning to expand as his fury took hold of him,
ruling his actions. His dragon-like wings burst from his back and tore through
his shirt and his muscles strained against the now-tight white material. His
horns grew, curling around themselves and flaring forwards into deadly points.
His fangs descended, his lower canines sharpening to match them.
He heaved a breath and roared in Bleu’s face as he hauled the male up the
wall so his legs dangled above the floor.
Rage burned in his blood, the sounds around him drowned out by the rush
of it in his veins and the thunderous beat of his heart.
Bleu coolly stared down at him.
Thorne cursed him for it when a familiar burn raced through him. Sable.
She stared at him.
He slid his gaze to his right, looking at her out of the corner of his
eye. Her horrified expression spoke of her desire to separate them.
To protect the elf.
Her male.
Thorne tightened his grip on Bleu’s throat and snarled in the demon
tongue, “She is not your ki’ara. You would know your fated female and would be
unable to ignore the urge to fight me. How dare you dress her as your ki’ara!”
Bleu’s hand calmly encircled his wrist and he looked as if he would allow
his armour to transform his fingers into claws and wrest Thorne’s hand from his
throat, yet he made no move to fight him.
Thorne needed to fight.
His blood pumped hard and hot, and his mind screamed with fury over what
this male had dared to do with his fated one. His female.
He wanted to throw him across the room, to rain blows down upon him until
his temper flared and he fought back. He wanted to snag the female with his
free hand, curl his claws over the metal bodice of her dress and rip the
offending garment from her body.
He yearned to kiss her until she knew that she belonged to him.
He could do none of those things.
Everyone was staring at him and clarity was beginning to pierce the red
haze in his mind like the rising sun drove back the darkest night, bringing
calm to all those its rays touched.
He had brought these elven folk and mortals to his world because he
needed their aid, and he was ruining his chance of keeping his kingdom safe.
For the sake of a female.
Thorne snarled, torn between tightening his grip around Bleu’s scrawny
neck and releasing him. His chest heaved with each harsh breath he sucked down
into his lungs in a fight to calm himself and his fingers twitched against
Bleu’s flesh. The urge to press his claws in, to draw blood and ignite the
male’s anger was hard to ignore. He wanted to tear into him with claw and fang,
to push him into responding, all to sate his need to ensure this male no longer
dared to pursue his female.
He needed to kill him.
Sable moved, taking a brave step closer, and shock rippled through him
when his rage lifted enough for him to realise that she looked only at him.
Broken words reached his ears, filtering through the red mist clouding his
senses.
She spoke to him directly and everything male in him demanded he listened
to his female.
He eased his grip and turned to her. She appeared small and delicate, but
formidable too as she stood with her hands braced against her hips, her bright
golden gaze locked on him in a scowl.
His female was fearsome. A warrior.
He wanted to grin at that.
A female fit for a king.
“Dial it back, Tiger,” she said.
He didn’t understand her strange words or why she equated him with a
savage animal of her world, but he knew from her gentle tone and softening
expression that she meant to calm him.
Thorne could only obey.
He lowered the elf to his feet and fought to convince himself to release
his throat. Sable continued to stare into his eyes, her gaze commanding his to
remain rooted on her. It took a few seconds before he managed to uncurl his
fingers from Bleu’s neck, and only a few seconds more than that for him to
notice the ragged state of his clothes, the horrified expressions of the
mortals surrounding him, and the barely concealed anger flashing in the eyes of
the elves.
Thorne turned away from Sable and shoved past Bleu, heading for the door
beyond the mortals. They scurried out of his path, their fear tainting their
scents.
He growled and tossed over his shoulder, “I will return. Prepare the feast.”
He stormed out of the great hall, needing space to rein in his anger, and
requiring a change of clothes. There was little point in donning a new shirt
until he had his temper back under control though. He growled and snarled as he
stomped along the torch-lit corridor towards his rooms, his mood degenerating
again, thoughts of Sable with Bleu dragging him back towards the red mist. He
female was there with the elf, no doubt checking on the male, touching his
bruised throat and speaking words of concern and tenderness.
Thorne threw his head back and roared until his throat burned and he had
no breath left. He dragged his claws along the stone walls, craving the pain
and aching with the need to unleash his anger on something. Anything.
He reached his rooms and barged through the arched wooden door, slamming
it shut behind him. He paced from one side of the expansive bedroom to the
other, his gaze locked on the floor, his footfalls shaking the timbers. He
snarled and tore at his ruined shirt, and only grew more frustrated as it
snagged in his wings. They wouldn’t go away. Not while he skirted the edge, on
the brink of losing his mind to the rage pouring through him, eating away at
him, filling his head with images of Bleu and Sable.
Thorne roared again and ripped the remains of the shirt from his body. He
tore it to shreds, threw it to the floor and flexed his claws as he paced, his
wings shifting with each step. His bones ached as his body expanded again,
muscles tight against his skin, and his teeth hurt as he clamped them together.
He snarled and turned on his heel to stomp back towards the door, feeling like
the beast his female had called him.
A feral tiger trapped within a cage, wild and driven to pace the cramped
confines to unleash his energy lest he go insane.
A soft knock sounded.
Fargus, no doubt. The fool was the only male mad enough to approach him
when he was in a rage.
Thorne stopped at the door and yanked it open, ready to bite his
commander’s head off about the disturbance. No one was there.
His gaze dropped several inches.
He stilled right down to his heartbeat.
Sable.
Her determined expression faltered and she looked uncertain, as if she
had forgotten why she had come to him.
She had come to him.
Her golden-brown eyes fell to his bare chest and his horns curled at the
way she slid them over his flesh, her pupils dilating and gaze growing heated.
Could she desire him?
Was she not Bleu’s?
“What do you want?” he brusquely said and cursed himself for snapping at
her. Just the name of the bastard elf in his mind had been enough to sour his
mood again, destroying the calm that had come over him upon seeing Sable.
She cleared her throat and inched her eyes back up to his. “I get the
feeling I did something wrong and I wanted to apologise. I didn’t mean to
offend you.”
Curious little female. “You did not offend me. The elf did.”
“How?” She frowned at him and her question surprised him. No female had
ever dared to question him.
Was this some sort of ruse? Perhaps she was trying to discern the truth
by taking the blame for his outburst. Did she desire to know why he had lost
his mind and had attacked her male?
He would tell her.
“The male attempted to claim what is rightfully mine.”
Confusion flickered across her pretty face.
Thorne spelled it out for her by catching hold of her metal bodice,
yanking her to him and grasping the nape of her neck to keep her still. He took
a deep breath for courage and then dipped his head and claimed her mouth.
She stood frozen with her hot hands pressed against his bare chest,
burning into him, and he thought she would push him away.
The moment his female’s lips yielded to the hard demanding press of his
and their tongues touched, pleasure nearly felled him.
He focused all of his will on holding back his strength, fearing he would
hurt his little mortal with it, and tore the pins from her hair with his right
hand. He sifted his fingers through the soft black strands, groaning at the
feel of them slipping over his flesh. With his left, he clasped her against
him.
Her dress was silk and her warm curves giving beneath his hand. He slid
it lower and clutched her backside, pinning her against the full length of his
body as he laid claimed to her mouth. She tensed and then melted into him, her
lips parting to allow their tongues to touch again. Hers stroked his, dizzying
him and driving him to kiss her harder. He gave in to the urge, unable to deny
his hunger to taste her. So warm and sweet. His female tasted like ambrosia of
the gods.
His knees loosened, threatening to give out as pleasure he had never
experienced before flowed through every inch of him. It was stronger than he
ever could have imagined, consuming and owning him, dragging him into a drugged
daze where there was only fierce sensation and emotions, and the connection
bursting to life between him and his little female.
Did she feel as he did? Did her limbs tremble from the pleasure
overloading her and her blood run hot, thundering in her veins as desire blazed
through her? He wanted to know, ached to draw back and look deep into her eyes
and see that she was his now and he wasn’t alone in his passion and desires,
but more than that he didn’t want this kiss to end.
Thorne clutched her more tightly, pulling her closer, obeying his
instincts to possess her and claim her as his forever. His fangs dropped.
His female tensed, planted her hands harder against his chest and shoved
him back, pinning his spine to the doorframe behind him.
She released him, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and squared up
to him, fire flashing in her eyes. His female was not pleased.
“I came here to apologise because I thought I had done something wrong
again. Well, now it’s your turn to apologise.”
Thorne growled. “I will never apologise to the elf.”
Her slap caught him off guard. His left cheek buzzed fiercely and he
tasted blood. He ran his tongue around his mouth, finding the source of it on
the left of his lower lip. She had struck him hard enough to cut him on his own
fangs. He growled again, opened his mouth to warn her not to defend the male
around him, and frowned as he realised she was storming away from him, heading
back towards the great hall.
“Men,” she muttered darkly. “Doesn’t matter what species they are…
they’re all bloody idiots.”
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.
If you want to know more about Felicity,
or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
Your Eternal Mates series sounds great and love the covers. Thanks for telling us about them.
ReplyDeleteHi Felicity,
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the Snarkology and thank you so much for sharing your story with my readers. :-)