

The Premise
Vampires love the taste of human blood and they need it for sustenance. But there is another type of hunger that they love that comes second to them; and that is the indulgence of untethered revelry and raw coition with each other. This type of hunger is all consuming and their lust for each other is unleashed once a year on an event they call “The Spree”.
Eva is a young vampire that has a secret: she is still a virgin even though she's played a deceptive game of pretending to take part in the yearly Spree. This upcoming Spree will be her 7th and so far, her chastity is in tact. For her own personal reasons, she chooses to keep her virginity despite her growing lustful desires from within. However, the roaringly erotic and brutally violent wet dreams and hallucinations have been intensifying each passing year.
When she meets a high-value, wealthy and handsome vampire that embodies everything she loves in aggressive males, she realizes just how weak her strength to resist has become over the years. He just may very well be the very thing to send her over the edge.
As her willpower begins to break under the weight of her own lustful desires, will she be able to hold back the all-consuming storm of primal and lascivious instincts that war within her?


My Story
I’m Nina Monet, born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts, where the shadows of the witch trials and the paranormal have always captivated me.
Halloween, with its eerie magic, has been my inspiration from a young age.
My fascination with vampires, werewolves, and all things supernatural has fueled my writing, blending erotica with the paranormal.
The Breaking of Eva Celeste is my latest creation, exploring the dark and seductive world of vampires.
If you share a passion for desire’s raw, thrilling side and the supernatural, you’re exactly who I write for.
Join me in this steamy journey where passion and the paranormal collide.


Top Reviews



Excerpt
“The knowing smile that toyed across his sinful lips, the hands that forcefully parted my legs to make room for himself, the mouth that collided with mine as his hands crept up to knead my breasts through my cloth, all together crushed my willpower. The fabric created a rough friction that drove me to the brink of pleasure as his fingers rubbed my nipples. I gave in and threw my arm around his neck as his tongue plied my mouth, tasting of ecstasy that was headier than wine— this was what the valley gave. I absently wondered why I had been running, but I was cut short of the thought as he gripped my ass and ground into me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I felt combustible in his hands, like I was mere motions from an explosion.”