Thanks so much for having me as a guest for Romp vs. Stomp! I’m a proud member of team Romp and ready to bring the heat. A good fight scene is great and definitely has its place in paranormal romance, but nothing gets your blood pumping like a hot and steamy sex scene. Throw a vampire into the mix and I’m more than ready to sit down and read. Here’s a steamy excerpt from THE LAST TRUE VAMPIRE. Mikhail could bite me any day! 😉

Almighty gods…

Mikhail sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze landed between Claire’s thighs. The nest of curls was trimmed short, almost shorn completely, allowing him an unfettered view of her glistening sex. From between the swollen lips, her stiff bud protruded proudly, as though begging for more of his touch. The scent of her arousal enveloped him, drove him mad with need, thirst, and lust. He tore his own shirt from his body, popping the buttons in his haste to feel his bare skin against hers. His slacks were next, and Claire leaned up, her hands shaking as she reached for him and helped to free his cock from the restraining fabric.

“I can smell you.” Wonder accented the words spoken between pants of breath and her eyes shone in the dark like gold coins. “That scent…spicy and sweet. It’s driving me crazy.”

Human senses weren’t acute enough to pick up on the subtle scents that a vampire’s could. She smelled his desire, the mating urge that he could do nothing to hide. His body was sending out pheromones that a human might register on an unconscious level, but Claire recognized it. Responded to it. Further evidence that she was so much more than a mere human.

Though he wanted to savor her, taste every inch of her, acquaint himself with her body, urgency dictated that Mikhail take her, hard and deep. Sink his fangs into her flesh and join their bodies while he took her blood.

He gripped her hips in his hands and angled her up as he lowered his body to the cool grass. He was starved for her. Mindless with want. A low moan vibrated in his throat as his mouth met her sex and he lapped at her greedily, taking the sweetness of her arousal on his tongue. Claire rolled her hips, grinding against his mouth. Her back arched up from the grass and she wound her fists in the strands of his hair, holding him fast against her.

“Don’t stop.” The words left Claire’s mouth in a low, drawn out moan that caused Mikhail’s balls to grow tight. It had been so long…centuries since he’d sunk his cock into a female’s flesh. He was about to take her outside on the lawn like an animal, yet he couldn’t be bothered to care. Wild as any beast roaming the forest, he was guided by something larger than himself. The need to couple with this female—possess her—steered his singular thought. He behaved like an animal because he was one.

Claire writhed beneath him, her cries of passion filling his ears and sending him further past reason. His fangs throbbed in his gums, his throat burned as his thirst remained unsated. Mikhail’s breath sawed in and out of his chest as he pulled away, dragging his open mouth along her inner thigh. With a low moan, she spread her legs wide. “Do it. Bite me, Mikhail.”

At the moment his fangs punctured her skin, Mikhail slid two fingers into the slick heat of her pussy. Claire cried out, her back bowing as she threw her arms out beside her as though to anchor herself to the ground.   

Her blood flowed over his tongue, the sweetest ambrosia that intoxicated him in an instant. He’d taken the vein of her throat not a moment ago, yet he was starved for her, each swallow only igniting his thirst rather than quenching it. As Claire continued to writhe beneath him, he feathered his thumb over her stiff and swollen nub. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as her hips bucked and his name burst from her lips on a ragged scream.


Gods, the power. It surged within him, ignited every nerve in his body. It took an effort of sheer will to disengage and close the wounds. He wanted to drain her. Drink from her until her heart ceased its beating. Feed her from his vein and watch as she was reborn and made his forever. Mikhail needed to tread lightly. He couldn’t allow himself this fantasy of turning her until he was certain. Already his tenuous hold on her balanced on a razor’s edge. One misstep could send her running and it would be his ruination.

Mikhail’s cock throbbed between his legs, so hard that it caused him pain. He ached for release, to spend his seed inside of her, to join their bodies as one. A low moan of pleasure answered him as he came up on his knees and grabbed Claire’s hips, jerking her toward him. He fisted his cock, guided the engorged head to her entrance and sucked in a hiss of breath with the shock of wet heat that welcomed him.

“Yes.” Claire thrust her hips up to meet him, a frustrated groan escaping from between her clenched teeth. “I need you inside of me, Mikhail. Now. Please. God, now!”

She raked her hands through the long tangles of her hair, her eyes wild with passion. Every bit the animal he was, she worked her slick flesh over his cock, pleasuring herself with each thrust of her hips. Mikhail’s body went taut, the sensation so intense, he didn’t want her to stop. When her cries became more desperate, impassioned, he knew she was close to orgasm and he refused to let her come until he was buried to the hilt inside of her.

“You will wait for me, Claire.” Mikhail pulled away despite her protests, bracing one arm beside her while he cupped the back of her neck with the other. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with a furious desperation that she answered as she slanted her mouth over his. One fang nicked her bottom lip and he groaned into her mouth as he savored the taste of her blood on his tongue. He probed at her opening, easing in inch by torturous inch. She was so tight, she squeezed him like a fist and his body trembled with restraint.

Claire’s impatience won out over his caution. She impaled herself on him with a desperate thrust of her hips and Mikhail held her steady as she panted through a moment of stillness, a low whimper of pain pushing past her parted lips.

Her eyes drifted shut and he stroked his thumb over the pounding vein of her jugular. “Look at me.”

Mikhail refused to move until she met his gaze. Her lids fluttered open and he lost himself in the dark glittering gold. How lovely she’d look with silver flashing in contrast. With a rumbling purr he pulled out to the tip, shuddering as her tight heat sought to hold on to him. A sharp thrust, and he buried himself to the root. Claire cried out, but she didn’t look away.


The command was spoken in a sultry, smoky tone that heated the blood in Mikhail’s veins. He pulled out again, reveling in the satin glide and pounded into her, hard and deep.

Ohhhhh.” That sound. The drawn out ‘oh’ that ended on a moan spurred him on and Mikhail increased his pace, moving above her in a hard rhythm that left them both breathless and panting. Claire hooked her legs around his thighs, her heels digging into his ass as she tilted her hips upward to give him even deeper access.

Teeth clenched, a satisfied growl vibrated in his chest. “Mine.” Guttural. A feral claim of ownership that Claire’s body responded to as her pussy clenched tight around his shaft. He wanted to fuck her senseless, until that hot tight channel milked him dry.

Her fingers curled around his shoulders, nails biting into the flesh. “Mine.” She repeated the word with such possessiveness that Mikhail thought it would take little else to bring him release.

This woman was his mate. His. She was strong enough to receive the gift he would give her. And it was time to take them one step closer to the mating that would bind them together forever.

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Stomp vs Romp – Kate Baxter goes STEAMY as Team Romp

The Last True Vampire by Kate Baxter

Series: Last True Vampire #1
Published by St. Martin's Press on June 2nd 2015
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
Pages: 384
Also in this series: The Last True Vampire
Also by this author: The Last True Vampire

As Michael’s eyes lit on a female not twenty feet away, he knew without a doubt that it was her blood that called to him and her scent that had awakened him.This female had tethered his soul and returned it to him.

Soul Survivor

He is the last of his race. The one true king of the vampires. Michael Aristov roams the nightclubs of L.A. after dark, haunted by his past and driven by his hunger. The last of the Ancient Ones, he alone has survived the destruction of his race at the hands of the slayers. Now he is forced to hunt and feed like a common vampire, a creature of lust. Nothing in this world can fulfill his needs…until he meets a woman who’s everything he’s ever wanted. And more.

Sweet Salvation

Her name is Claire Thompson. Her blood is so sweet, so intoxicating—the smell alone draws Michael to her like a moth to the flame. Sly, sexy, and seductive, Claire seems to be the only mortal who can satisfy his craving and seal his fate…forever. Can she be trusted? From their very first kiss, the last true vampire sweeps Claire into a world in which darkness rules desire—and where falling in love is the greatest danger of all…


About the Author

About Kate Baxter

Kate Baxter is a die-hard romantic with a thing for Shakespeare and all things fanged, furry, and undead. She is the author of the True Vampire series. Book 1, THE LAST TRUE VAMPIRE debuts June 2nd, 2015 from St. Martin's Press.