"4 Stars!...Delphyne DeRouge’s offering in the Creatures of the Night collection, Blood Songs brings the reader a fast-paced vampire paranormal short story. The story’s hero, Seaton, suffered the loss of the love of his life in a rather tragic way. As a result, he has been reluctant to allow himself to fall for anyone again. Ghislaine, however, proves to be a strong force and he can’t resist her allure for long. Both main characters are appealing and likable and their love scenes are hot. The action in this short story moves quickly, yet it does not feel lacking. This is one short story that will appeal to Ms. DeRouge’s fans as well as to lovers of vampire paranormal romance.”—Mireya Orsini, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Ms. DeRouge has written a vampire story with hot and spicy love scenes. Seaton is a sensual and appealing character and the sexual interactions between he and Ghislaine are explosive…this is an enjoyable short story.”—Jennifer Brooks, Coffee Time Romance
“Blood Songs has a lot going on in the story, and was an entertaining book to read…fast and furious sex.”—Julia, The Romance Studio
“Blood Songs is a sizzling hot, erotic story. Perfect for cold nights when you need a little something to heat up your bedroom. A short forty pages, you can easily go from chilly to sweltering in an hour’s time. Seaton and Ghislaine are an extremely hot couple whose chemistry jumps off the pages and into the reader’s imagination...if you’re looking for a quick, erotic read that will most assuredly heat you up, Blood Songs is just the book to do it!”—Kathi, Fallen Angel Reviews
“...A novella that has elements of lust, love and betrayal. Delphyne DeRouge has packed a lot into 31 pages...Blood Songs is a quick and enjoyable read.”—In The Library Reviews
...Ghislaine growled against his mouth.
He continued down the hall in athletic strides, finally stopping before the door to his private apartment, which he kicked open with a booted foot. Past the lacquer Oriental furniture and black silk wall hangings and draperies he carried her, not stopping until he’d reached a satin-swathed, over-sized chaise lounge.
Still holding her in his arms, he barred his fangs and punctured her neck, drawing deep upon her life source. A panoply of images streamed from her along with the blood. Ghislaine as a pigtailed child, the evening she’d been made by an ancient vampire in Colonial America, her first mortal kill soon after. He felt her veins swell, heard her pounding heart, smelled her yearning. Rippling, palpating warmth connected them as securely as their coupling was about to unite their bodies.
Ghislaine’s fangs nicked one lobe and her nails scratched his back.
He flung her onto the daybed and she hissed up at him. “Fuck me, Seaton.”
Grinning, he grabbed the top of her dress, wrenching it from her lissome body in one easy pull. He leaned back to study his handiwork.
A banquet of ivory flesh lay before him, only concealed by a tiny pair of purple thongs and her stiletto heels.
“Open yourself to me,” his deep voice rumbled.
Her eyes flashed gold at the order. “Make me.”
Muscular legs propelled him onto the chaise next to her. He rose over her, pinning her arms above her head, forcing her legs apart with his own. She used her considerable vampiric strength to attempt wrenching away from him, but he was no match for her.
Ghislaine lay beneath him, her breasts rising and falling as she panted her excitement.
Seaton chuckled to himself. She played the game like a master, knowing full well her struggling incited them both. This would be no easy conquest. She’d make him work for her, and he was more than happy to oblige her.