Bookin’ It Reviews is proud to present in cooperation with Bewitching Blog Tours Caressed By Moonlight by author Amanda J. Greene. And today we are in for a treat because not only is Ms. Greene here but she brought both Dorian and Victoria with her! So brag a nice beverage and settle in to help me welcome them here to Bookin’ It. Make sure to catch the book blurb and excerpt at the end of the interview!
Today I have the privilege of interviewing Dorian and Victoria Vlakhos, the main characters in Caressed by Moonlight (Rulers of Darkness #1) Dorian and Victoria have agreed to meet with me to answer some questions about their love story before heading off to celebrate their anniversary.
Amanda: Thank you so very much for meeting with me. I know you are very busy and are getting read to celebrate your one hundred and ninety-seventh anniversary. Congratulations.
Victoria: (Glancing over to her husband, her lips turning with a smile) Thank you.
Dorian: (Takes his wife’s hand)
Amanda: Do you have any plans?
Dorian: We are hoping to get away for a few days.
Amanda: Where do you plan on going?
Dorian: A friend of mine owns a hotel and casino in Las Vegas Nevada.
Amanda: Gabriel Erhard, that is his territory, correct?
Victoria: He sailed not long after Dorian and I met.
Amanda: (nods and writes down some notes) So, Dorian, can you explain to me why you left your home and your clan to go to London in 1814?
Dorian: (His jaw clenching, he shifts in his seat) At that time, the Red Order witches were slaughtering my people. I headed to London hoping they would follow me. I wanted to draw them away from my lands and decided the best way was to use myself as bait. They followed. While I was in London, and not chasing after Victoria, I was hunting the hunters. (He gave a light laugh.)
Amanda: Why did you pick London?
Dorian: I wanted to go to a city that was far from my clan, a place off the European continent. Then, like now, London was one of the most populated cities. Having a powerful, hungry vampire amongst so many mortals…well, you can see why the hunters would come after me.
Amanda: (I could sense Dorian did not want to discuss the hunters.) Can you tell me about the night you met?
Dorian: (His features relaxed) I will never forget that night.
Victoria: We met under the moonlight, both looking to escape a stuffy ball and all the gossips.
Dorian: Victoria wore an emerald green dress, the same color as her eyes.
Victoria: (Giggles) Dorian found me quit irresistible.
Dorian: (Laughs) I was not the one who could not remember my name.
Victoria: (playfully hits him on the arm) It did not help that you were trying to seduce me, you rake.
Amanda: Was it love at first site?
Victoria: More like lust at first site?
Dorian: You felt that too? And all this time, you claimed otherwise.
Victoria: (Rolling her eyes) For me, I believe it was love at first site. I tried so hard to fight my feelings. You must understand. Dorian was not…a suitable man for me at the time. I needed to find a husband, not a bedmate.
Amanda: And a vampire…
Victoria: I learned that bit of information after were married. It was quite the shock.
Dorian: Some men stop putting the toilet seat down or start burping and scratching themselves in inappropriate places at inappropriate times after marriage. (He shrugs) I just started letting my fangs down.
Amanda: (laughing) How did you feel when you found out your husband was a vampire?
Victoria: I was an emotional mess. I was terrified, concerned, worried for him, and yet I was drawn to him.
Dorian: She was the one unable to resist then.
Victoria: Need I remind you of what happened that night? You were not the most charming man.
Dorian: (Smiles) My inner beast had gotten the best of me. I had not fed and bloodlust was driving me crazy. I was worried that if I took Victoria’s blood I would kill her. (He lovingly squeezed her hand) I almost did.
Amanda: Is that when you realized she was your mate?
Dorian: I think I knew before but did not want to allow myself to believe it. All the vampire rulers that came before me have been victims of the curse. There was nothing to make me think I would be different, until I met Victoria.
Amanda: This is all very interesting and I would love to ask you more questions but we are out of time and I don’t want to give too much away to the readers. Thank you very much for your time.
Dorian: Thank you for coming.
Victoria: You are welcome here anytime.
Amanda: Thank you again and I hope you have a wonderful anniversary getaway.
Caressed by Moonlight
Book 1 Rulers of Darkness Series
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Dorian Vlakhos is no ordinary aristocrat. He is a vampire king, who will do anything to save his clan from complete annihilation, before an ancient curse can claim his immortal life.
Penniless and orphaned, Victoria Kingston has nothing to bring to a marriage, yet she must shackle an unsuspecting gentleman into marriage by the end of the month or forfeit her rights as guardian of her younger sister. With the help of her dearest friend, Victoria begins her hunt, and vows to stay far away from the dark, mysterious, Dorian Vlakhos.
After meeting the beautifully innocent Miss Kingston, Dorian had to have her. He would do absolutely anything to make Victoria his. One sweet stolen kiss would bring them together while a force, more powerful than any vampire would bind them for all eternity. But treachery, war, and death rule Dorian’s dark world and Victoria would be fortunate to survive.
Caressed by Moonlight
A Lustful Meeting
Dorian despised parties. He hated the young girls fighting for his attention and he hated the jealous men. But he could not serve his Clan if he wasn’t seen. He had to mingle with society if he was to draw the attention of the hunters away from his family.
Women smiled at him, fluttered their lashes, and even winked at him as he made his way through the room. Some were even bolder. They pressed against him and quickly whispered their names and addresses in his ear. It was the same everywhere he went. Even when he had been human, women would beg for him to take them to his bed.
Ever since it got out that Lady Tillman had paid him a strictly social visit, he was now the talk of the ton. He had been interested in renting one of her properties to stable his horses and, naturally, the bored, twisted minds of the aristocracy would have to distort it into an afternoon tryst. Whoever had spread the gossip must have completely forgotten that Lady Tillman had entered and departed his home in the presence of her full-grown nephew, who had taken over her financial affairs since the passing of her husband.
There was no possible way he could not deny that he had taken lovers within the last month but he preferred his own kind. Humans could be so fragile. His few tumbles had been with vampires and those very talented gypsy women.
Dorian shook hands with a few of the men and exchanged pleasant words with a few of the more respectable ladies before he dashed outside. He took in a deep breath of the fresh night air and spared a glance up at the moon. The sky was not as clear as it was back home and he found it irritating. The one thing that had ever given him peace was the brilliant shine of the moon.
“It isn't as clear as the country.”
“The sky. It is clearer in the country,” Victoria said as she stepped from the shadows of the trees.
The man turned to face her and she gasped as if she had been struck. He was tall, taller than any man she had ever seen, muscled and thick. Strands of deep brown hair fell across his angelic yet masculine face, her fingers twitched with the desire to brush them away from his magnificent eyes. Those fathoms of blue were like the sea after a tremendous storm, piercing, penetrating, and exotic. His jaw was straight and square, his lips thin and alluring. He was absolutely beautiful, in a dangerous, very masculine way.
“Yes.” Dorian’s delicious lips turned up in a smile.
His husky voice moved over her skin like a caress, her entire body was aflame as his smoldering gaze that roamed over her, leaving nothing untouched.
Dorian was swept away by this young woman's beauty. She looked like an ancient goddess. Her nearly black hair sat in tight ringlets atop her head. He could see every detail of her face in the moonlight. Her deep, green eyes framed with long, flirting lashes, her slim nose, perfectly molded cheekbones, and lush lips that would tempt any man. His eyes slowly moved down the length of her bare neck, over her slender shoulders, and paused for the briefest of moments on her full breasts then continued their journey across her waist and hips, all the way down to the hem of her gown.
Victoria shook her head trying to remember why it was she had come outside. She commanded herself to think and forced the thick, sensual haze from her mind. She turned her eyes back to the man and found that his had never once left her. The way he studied her was beginning to grow irksome and she had the sudden desire to slap that satisfied smirk off his face.
“I do believe you are staring, sir.”
“I am,” he said, his smile widening. And he wasn't finished. He looked her over once more, much to Victoria's aggravation. “Do you belong to anyone?” he asked.
“I don’t believe that is any of your business.”
“Ah, no one?” he said, his interest rising.
“That is not what I said.”
“And why is it that such a beautiful woman belongs to no one?”
“I'm not married or engaged,” she stated then snapped her mouth shut. She should not have given this seductive man that information. In his hands the knowledge could be dangerous.
“I concluded that, but surely your parents…”
Victoria tilted her chin up. “My parents have recently passed away.”
“I'm sorry,” he apologized, his smile gone.
“Why should you be? You didn't know them,” she stated, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. Now was not the time to cry, not in front of him, even if she had the desperate desire to feel his strong arms around her.
“The little kitten has claws,” Dorian said intrigued. “I like that.”
She laughed. It was a warm sound that made him want to kiss those rich lips of hers.
“You are trying to make me blush, but it won't work. I’ve dealt with men like you before.”
It was Dorian's turn to laugh now. She had never dealt with anyone like him. He was no ordinary man. He was a vampire king.
“Men like me, kitten?” he asked when he had finally gained control of his laughter.
“Yes,” she said with a nod, her irritation growing. He had laughed at her. Did he think she was a young naïve chit who knew nothing of men and their ways?
“You are the rakish type whose only talent is seducing innocent girls.”
“That is not my only talent. Although I must admit,” his smile turned devilish, “it is one of my favorites.” He took a step forward. “Tell me your name, sweetheart,” his voice was bewitching, smooth, and elegant.
Her name? Her name? Her mind was a whirlwind of sinful images, tender caresses, and feather light kisses. Her name? How could she have forgotten her name?
Dorian chuckled at her confusion. She looked so sweet, her emerald eyes glazed over with passion. Her lips parted and moist, and he took another step.
“Please, a name, my lady,” he begged, moving closer.
“My name?” she asked herself. “I–My–” She shook her head, clearing it of its sinful haze and announced, at long last, “Victoria Kingston.”
“Victoria,” he repeated with a nod. “A gorgeous name, it suits you well.” Another step, now they stood a breath apart. He could feel the heat from her body; her rapid heartbeat was music to his ears. This woman was a treat and it appeared that he would no longer need to amuse himself with gypsies and vampire whores. His policy was to not bed women who were members of fickle court life but he was more than willing to make an exception for this girl. She was a delicacy and everyone deserved a little indulgence once in a while.
Victoria backed away; she could not allow herself to be so close to him. He was a libertine and she could not afford to be seduced.
She cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, he announced, “I am Dorian Vlakhos.”
Her eyes flew wide. This was the man about whom Lady Wisten had warned her. This was the prince who had caused such a stir. Now she understood why the women were fawning over him. He was everything he was said to be, a devilishly handsome man with who had seduction on his mind and she was out on the terrace alone with the rake. He could ruin her. He could tarnish her good name. Panic began to flutter in her belly.
“Well, Your Royal Highness–”
“Call me Dorian.”
“Your Royal Highness–”
“It’s much less of a mouthful to say.”
“As you please,” he said with a shrug.
“Your Royal Highness,” she snapped. “I really must be getting back to the party. My friend is waiting.” She moved to step around him, but he caught her arm and pulled her back.
Victoria sighed in exasperation. “Prince Dorian, I have no desire to become another one of your conquests for this season.”
“I just want us to become better acquainted,” Dorian stated. “And we will,” he added with a raised brow.
“No,” she declared, yanking her arm back. “We won't.” She turned on her heel and stormed back into the house.
Dorian watched her with a smile on his face. He could not remember the last time he had smiled and this girl had him smiling like a fool. He fought the urge to go after her, pull her back outside, and into the shadows where he could make good his promise.
Victoria Kingston was going to be a tough skirt to catch, but he was not a man who backed down from such a challenge, especially not when the reward was so sweet.
Amanda J. Greene is an erotic paranormal romance author. When she is not writing, she can be found playing the role of a full time university student, who works part time.
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