“Do not look at me like that.” The quirk of his lips belies the seriousness of his words.

“Like what?”

“As if I’m a curious child. A man’s cock and balls are no laughing matter. Show me your teeth.”

- Escaping Exile by Sara Dobie Bauer

Andrew is a vampire from New Orleans, exiled to a tropical island in the 1800s as punishment for his human bloodlust. During a storm, a ship crashes off shore. After rescuing a sailor from the cannibals native to the land, Andrew becomes fascinated with his brilliant, beautiful new companion, Edmund.

Edmund is a British naturalist who has sailed the world seeking new species. Intrigued by creatures that might kill him, immortal Andrew is this scientist’s dream-but so is making his way back home. Edmund will fight to survive, even while wrapped in the arms of a monster.

As light touches and laughter turn to something much more passionate, the cannibals creep ever closer to Edmund. Can the ancient vampire keep his human alive long enough to escape exile and explore their newfound love, or will Andrew’s bloodlust seal his own doom?


QUIN&Perin's thoughts on - Escaping Exile #1

When we heard about a brand new M/M erotic romance and vampires, we were all ears! And oh, we're so glad we listened.

Perin's thoughts:

Normally, it takes me a while to be sucked into a book, to step into a whole other world, time and space. But in Escaping Exile I was right there, on that island with Andrew and Edmund (and those damn cannibals!). Angst, lust and romance. I could see and feel it all. To me, as an author, it is the biggest compliment when another author is inspired by what I write. To be a muse, so to speak.

After reading Escaping Exile, there was no stopping me or my co-author, Quin (my very own resident (self-proclaimed) vampire snob). Now, there are vampires everywhere. In everything we write. Chapéu, Mrs. Bauer.

Quin's thoughts:

The book harkens back to Anne Rice in her prime where Andrew and Edmund are just as memorable as Lestat and Louis. Escaping Exile is the perfect story to fill that craving for romantic vampires who aren't quite heroes but are rather dashing.

Now, enough about what we think. Sara was kind enough to send us an exclusive (smutty) excerpt of the book. Here it is:



Escaping Exile by Sara Dobie Bauer

It’s not long before he begs for more, which makes me again consider the youth of my new lover. Men of a certain maturity don’t have this kind of stamina—even I have yet to recuperate from our first harried go—and although I am still uncertain as to Edmund’s actual age, I have to conclude young.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” I whisper against his lips.

His heart gives a jump. I actually feel its lovely beating when I kiss his chest. He tastes of sweat and the sea.

I’m halfway down his stomach when he says, “Wait.” The sun is still high, streaming through the windows, so his face is a mishmash of light and dark.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Your teeth,” he says. “In order to eat the way you eat, they must be sharp. Or am I mistaken?”

I think of his scars. My Edmund is reckless but not dumb. I can’t help but grin up at him, not only because of the nervous wrinkle between his eyes but also because I’m incapable of anything but joy with his body beneath me.

“Do not look at me like that.” The quirk of his lips belies the seriousness of his words.

“Like what?”

“As if I’m a curious child. A man’s cock and balls are no laughing matter. Show me your teeth.”

I laugh with my mouth against his hip, but he tugs at my hair until I shift up and rest by his side. It doesn’t take much for my teeth to change. When I was a young vampire, centuries ago, I had little control over them. If I was hungry, they happened. If I was angry, they were there. Now, my true teeth only show when I choose, so I choose to show Edmund.

I smile at him.

“Christ.” He reaches his hand out between us and stops. “How sharp are they?”

“Sharp.” I’ve torn throats out before. Several, in fact, but I don’t feel the need to share such details.

He still looks nervous.

“I can control them.” I kiss him. To prove my control, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, fangs once again hidden.

He makes a sound like a lion’s purr.

“You like a bit of danger, Edmund. Admit it.”

“Yes, well, not around my dick,” he says, but he doesn’t stop me when I kneel between his spread legs and kiss his inner thighs. His fingertips play across my bare shoulders. “Promise you won’t hurt me.”

I might be lying, but I make the promise anyway.