Tour Stop {Guest Post/Book Excerpt}: Blood Guilt by Marie Treanor

(Blood Hunters, Book 1)
By Marie Treanor
eBook coming 5th June 2012

The first of a new vampire romance series, a sequel to the Awakened by Blood trilogy.

Natural enemies, deadly attraction…

Mihaela, a fearless vampire hunter secretly haunted by loneliness and childhood tragedy, finds it difficult to adjust to the new world order where vampires are not always the bad guys. She's taking a much needed vacation in Scotland when she sees a little boy being chased through the streets of Edinburgh. Rescuing him brings bigger problems - two vampires from her past: Gavril, who killed her family; and the reclusive and troubled Maximilian, gifted Renaissance artist and one-time overlord of the most powerful undead community in the world. Maximilian once saved her life and now needs that favor returned.

The earth moves for Mihaela in more ways than one. From Scotland to Budapest and Malta, she  races against time to prevent a disastrous, vampire-induced earthquake and save an innocent yet powerful child – all while fighting a dreadful attraction to Maximilian, her only ally, whom she can’t afford to trust. For Maximilian, the hunter becomes a symbol of renewed existence, as he struggles to accept his past and rediscovers his appetite for blood and sex - and maybe even happiness.

Drinking with Vampires by Marie Treanor

Hello Katrina and Kindred Dreamheart readers! Thank you for having me here today! As you
may know, this week I’m celebrating a new release and a new series: Blood Guilt, first of the
Blood Hunters vampire romance series, came out this Tuesday, and I hope you’ll party with
me - cyber-champagne for all!
Have you ever wondered how much fun it would be to clink glasses with a character from a
book? I was brought up in the hard-drinking city of Glasgow, Scotland, so I suppose it’s not
surprising that most of my characters drink alcohol at some point – whether a dainty white
wine, elegant cocktail, rare malt whisky or down-to-earth beer. Even if the drinking isn’t
an essential part of the plot, I find it adds a bit of extra personality to my characters when I
know what they drink. For example, Chris, earthy Glaswegian busker in Guitar Man drinks
beer, the famous “pint of heavy” that makes my heroine wrinkle her nose in disappointment.
The brooding composer, John Maxwell in Ariadne’s Thread is partial to single malt whisky.
Jenny in Hunting Karoly will drink almost anything, having never quite grown out of
the “minesweeping” tactics adopted by many students in my younger days!
The difficulty starts when considering what vampires drink. Blood, of course! But can they
drink anything else? The blood is obviously more to them than a drink is to humans, and it
has to be processed differently by their bodies. So can they drink alcohol? Should they?
I once had a vampiress who liked to mix a drop of red-wine with a glass of blood, just to
give it a little buzz (Loving the Man in City of the Damned). And Saloman, vampire hero of
the Awakened by Blood trilogy (who also crops up in Blood Guilt), likes both red and white
wine, being particularly partial to champagne. In fact, my vampires are capable of getting
vilely drunk – I’m imagining the alcohol stays in their system for rather longer than it would
in a human, mixing with the blood that keeps them in continued, unchanging existence and
repairs any wounds to their bodies. So it would probably also have a more powerful effect.
As you can read in Blood Guilt . When we first meet Maximilian, my vampire hero, he’s
been on a bender and is almost killed by a bunch of much weaker vampires. What can I
say? There were special circumstances. He’s a much more exciting and winning drinking
companion the rest of the time…
What’s your opinion? Would you share a bottle with a vampire? Always keeping that stake
handy, of course!

(((((Warning... the following content is HOT!!!)))))
***Consult your doctor and/or parents before reading***

(Here, Maximilian is dying from loss of blood after a drunken fight, and Mihaela has made a
deal with him: her blood in return for his help…)

He lay perfectly still, watching her every move. Despite his tattered, modern clothes, he
looked like some decadent, talented Renaissance youth. Which he probably had been.
Mihaela sank onto the bed beside him, and, willing her hand not to shake, she placed the
point of the stake over his heart. Still, he didn’t move. It was possible that he couldn’t.
“I’ve killed many vampires,” she warned him, and wished her voice didn’t sound so husky.
A spark of humor, so faint as to be almost indistinguishable, lightened his pain-wracked
eyes. “Then you have another advantage. I’ve never killed a hunter.”

Watching him for any sign of sudden attack, she leaned slowly over him, angling her head
to offer him her throat. As his face disappeared from her vision, her tingling skin seemed to
grow tighter. Since he had no breath, there was no warning before he touched her throat. She
couldn’t suppress her gasp or her jerk of surprise. But still he didn’t move, just waited for
her to settle and return to the same position. Again, his cool lips touched her neck. Shards of
fear sprayed outward to every nerve-ending she possessed. At least she called it fear, because
even that was easier to bear.

Tensing even further, she curled her fingers into a fist, around the air, around the stake, and
waited for the pain of his bite.

Concentrate on the stake. It’s all that could save your life. Her neck prickled with sensation.
It was his tongue, licking over her vein.

Oh Jesus Christ, help me…

“It will numb the pain,” he said unexpectedly, and the movement of his lips against her skin
made her shudder. She managed to nod, and then his lips closed more strongly, like a lover’s
kiss. It was hard to keep still, to ignore the damp heat forming between her thighs. His teeth
grazed her vein, and bit.

Her mouth opened without permission, but at least her cry was silent. There wasn’t even pain
to speak of, just the shock of his teeth sinking into her, and then the faint, strangely sensual
pull of his mouth against her skin, scattering novel sensations through her entire body. Her
vein seemed to contract; she could feel the blood being drawn out of her and into him. It was
weird, cold, intriguing…and achingly pleasurable. His lips moved on her skin, his tongue
lapped, his suck deepened and strengthened; and everything inside her, her very womb,
seemed to pulse under the insistent tug of his mouth.

A tiny sound gurgled deep in her throat. She clung on to the stake, as if to sanity, while her
free hand clutched at the quilt and then at his shirt for support. And then, it seemed, it was

The draw of blood stopped; his teeth detached from her throat, and he raised his head to
examine her. His face seemed cloudy; his gray eyes had darkened and yet somehow blazed
almost silver with a lust that drove straight between her legs.

“Hunter blood is sweet,” he whispered. “You taste…good.”

Without warning, he pushed her down onto the pillow and loomed over her. Panting, she tried
to reposition the stake, but he was too close, and he gave her no time.

“More,” he said huskily and returned to her throbbing throat.

Since he half lay across her, heart to heart, there was little she could do. Her stake lay on its
side between them, useless until she could draw it free and plunge it into his back. Except,
God help her, she didn’t want to.

The slow, delicious pull of his mouth on her throat began again, but stronger this time and
more rhythmic. It couldn’t have been more different from the act of violence she’d witnessed
earlier when he’d killed a vampire almost instantly with his bite. The strong, slow, beats of
his undead heart vibrated through her chest, as if speaking to her own, galloping pulse. Cords
of pleasure seemed to have formed between his mouth and her sensitized breasts, squashed
beneath the hardness of his chest, and all other pleasure points of her body. Between her legs
was throbbing, aching lust. She began to move under his mouth, rubbing her breasts against
him, circling her hips in search of the comfort she needed deep inside her.

My God, I’m going to orgasm from his bite. This isn’t possible. Oh God, he’s killing me, and
I love it.

She couldn’t just give in to this urge to do nothing, to reach for more. It wasn’t in her nature
to surrender, but she had never imagined it would be this hard to resist being slaughtered.
Forcing herself, she dragged her hand and stake free from between their bodies. She found
his back, and through his T-shirt, counted his vertebrae with her fingertips until she found the
position of his heart.

His back, his whole body moved, undulating with the passage of her fingers, as if he
welcomed her attentions as caresses. Delicately, she placed the pointed end of the stake…

About The Author:

Marie Treanor lives in Scotland with her eccentric husband and three much-too-smart children. Having grown bored with city life, she resides these days in a picturesque village by the sea where she is lucky enough to enjoy herself avoiding housework and writing sensual stories of paranormal romance and fantasy.

Marie Treanor has published more than twenty ebooks with small presses, (Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press and The Wild Rose Press), including a former Kindle bestseller, Killing Joe. Blood on Silk: an Awakened by Blood novel, was her New York debut with NAL.

Tour Courtesy of Bewitching Book Tours!


  1. Katrina, thanks so much for having me on your blog - which is lovely, by the way - those dresses are gorgeous:)


    1. Thank! :D Thanks also for visiting & allowing me to showcase this awesome book.

  2. I'm doing a blog tour for this book soon :D


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