Not Your Stereotypical Vampire by Silvia Violet

I like to think of myself as non-judgmental. I’m trying to raise my children with the mindset that everyone is equal. I’m proud of the fact that to them a family with two moms or two dads or different skin color from ours are no different fundamentally than their own family. But in reality I judge people everyday in all kinds of small ways based on their clothing, where they live, what music they listen or any of the other myriad things that feed into our mental image of who people should be.

It’s easy for us to fall into judging people based on stereotypes. We all know someone who fits some of the most common stereotypes, but I love when I meet someone who blows a stereotype out of the water. A mom who attends a very conservative church but accepts me for who I am (even my writing and my views on religion) and is happy for our children to be friends. A 15 year old skater boy who looks me in the eye, has lengthy well-informed discussions, and wants to go to medical school. A werewolf who’s a vegetarian and teaches first grade. Okay so I’ve never actually met a werewolf but I keep hoping. J

I have to admit to getting a thrill when I break other people’s stereotypical assumptions. I’m a stay-at-home mom and I look the part. When I tell people I write erotica and go on to explain that my most recent works are gay erotica most people are blown away by what they see as a contradiction. Imagine if I then confess to watching porn. Gasp! Shudder!

In Sex on the Hoof, vampires are feared and hated by most people in society. The stereotypical vampire cares only for himself, has no use for humans outside of blood and sex, and would as soon kill you as look at you. Jason Fleetfoot has accepted this stereotype his whole life, but as a shifter he knows what it’s like to have people make unwarranted assumptions about your character.

Jason’s thoughts on vampires are turned upside down when he meets Drew Danvers, a homicide detective and vampire. The very fact that Drew works for the good guys turns the vampire stereotype upside down. When Jason finds himself disturbingly attracted to Drew, he has to confront his assumptions about vampires and see if he can consider that this man might be different.

I enjoyed taking a man who should be evil according to the stereotypes of his world and making him someone who fights for justice. Drew is tough and dominant but he has the capacity to care deeply for others and he’s willing to put his life on the line to bring down a killer.

Sex on the Hoof by Silvia Violet

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Excerpt:

I’m Jason Fleetfoot. I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. The stupidest of all was taking a job with some assholes intent on manufacturing illegal chemical weapons.

My sister, Natalie, lost her job when her company folded, and I lost mine because my fucking boss was a bastard. I’ve got authority issues. And control issues. Alright, I’m seriously fucked up, but I wasn’t going to let my sister starve because I couldn’t keep it together.

So I made a deal with the devil and damn near got myself and Natalie killed. She saved me, she and her cop boyfriend, Wolf. The name’s not a joke. He’s a werewolf. Did I mention we’re shifters, Natalie and I. Deer shifters. If you think my human form is impressive, you should see me as a ten point buck. So yeah, a werewolf and a deer shifter. Somehow they’re making it work.

As much as I hate being beholden to Wolf, I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for him. Once the cops cleared me, Wolf helped me get a job in the crime lab where I can use my knowledge of chemistry and computers for the good guys.

As the newest hire, I work nights, babysitting the equipment and working on what comes in during the wee hours. For the most part, I like it. It’s quiet and I get a chance to play around with new techniques and do a bit of programming. There’s only one problem, Detective Drew Danvers.

He works nights too. Not because he’s new, because he’s a God-damned vampire. They say he was Changed against his will. But what the hell was he doing picking up a vampire at a bar? I certainly have no intention of fucking a vampire. No matter how damn fuckable Drew is. Yeah, I like men, what of it? And Drew is a fine specimen of a man, like some Viking warrior. He’s at least 6’3” with sculpted arms and pecs that make him look like he could lift a truck one-handed. Considering he’s a vamp, he probably can.

Getting involved with Drew would be stupid on too many levels to count. And I’m finished with making stupid decisions. So why does my body want so desperately to be impaled on him – his cock, his fangs, anything he’d like to stick in me. Natalie’s right, my dick really doesn’t communicate with my brain. I don’t just want to fuck him, I want to be taken by him, and I never want that. Like I said, I have control issues. But with Drew . . . No, there’s never going to be anything with Drew.

I hear the buzz that signals someone entering the lab. I glance around from behind the mass spec machine. Shit! Speak of the devil or in this case his undead minion.

My pride will not let me hide even though I want to. I’m not afraid of him, even if I should be. I’m just afraid my unruly cock will give away my interest.

His gaze slides up and down my body. He’s looked at me like this before. But I have never been sure whether it’s sexual interest or him salivating over me like I’m a piece of the lush chocolate cake my grandma used to make on Sundays. “You alone in here, Fleetfoot?”

Shit, maybe he does mean to make a meal out of me. No point in lying though. He probably already knows the answer. Aren’t vampires supposed to be damn near omnipotent? “Newton called in sick, and everyone else is out in the field.

“Good.” Danvers smiles, still eyeing me like I’m prey. If I was in deer form I’d bolt, white tail flagging danger. But I’m a man and his ice blue gaze has me glued to the spot. God above, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. My cock is starting to get uncomfortable in my jeans.

My heart pounds as I try to interpret his response. Does he mean “good I’m going to give you to the best fuck of your life” or “good I’m going to drain your blood and leave you for dead”.

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