Born To Be Wild
BLURB:
Alexandra Carlton, Alex to her closest friends, is a vampire bounty hunter with self-esteem issues and insecurities on the search for a rogue vamp carrying a contagious virus, deadly to vampires and humans alike. Despite her weight issues and self-doubts, she takes the case to prove her worth, to her family and herself. Alex tracks the renegade vamp to Virginia from Florida and she meets Stefan Marin, a 500 year old moody vampire who helps her not only believes in herself but teaches her the inner beauty she possesses is what he loves. Will she believe it in time to save her life before the rogue with a vendetta gets to her? Together they uncover more than a rogue with a virus—hot sex, an uptight FBI Special Agent, spanking, hot sex, a nosy, meddling brother, more hot sex, bondage and submission, walks on the beach in the moonlight, more hot sex, murder, bad guys, and more steamy hot sex, and oh quite possibly they find love along the way.
EXCERPT:
Chapter One
Alexandra Carlton pulled into the Holiday Inn Express, checking in about three o’clock in the afternoon. The hotel made for a pleasant enough place, for a few nights anyway. The basics of a bed, bath, and a mini-bar were the essentials needed for this particular hunting trip.
Unpacking the duffel bag she stowed clothes in the dresser, toiletries in the bath area, grabbed her backpack, and headed out the door. Pulling out her cell phone, she scrolled through the contact list, deciding to check-in with the local Vamp Bounty Chapter. It wasn’t a requirement, only a courtesy—one hunter to another. Should there be any trouble while in town, soliciting the local chapter hunters for assistance offered the best option. Being far away from her home territory and family, it never hurt to have a back-up plan. Rule Number Eight—Have a Back-up Plan.
Alexandra rang the desk bell planted on the heavily worn wood counter top. The sign on the outside of the office door read; Open Monday through Friday nine o’clock and Closed at five o’clock. The clock on the wall read four-twenty. It’s not closing time yet. Where the hell is everyone?
Alex leaned over the counter. “Hey, anyone here?”
A gruff voice from the back offices returned with an answer. “Yeah, who wants to know?” The response blared from a southern drawl of an older man.
A stocky, six foot man wearing black jeans, a blue striped long-sleeved shirt, cowboy boots and a Yankees ball cap walked out of the back room with a lofty snarl plastered on his face.
“Ah, pretty lady, what can I do for ya?” The smell of his Old Spice cologne reached her nostrils before he got to the counter.
“Hello, I’m Alex Carlton, Carlton Bounty Hunters of Central Florida. I’m here to find out the local haunts and do a general check-in with you guys. Any info you can provide would be greatly appreciated.”
“Alex Carlton, little Alexandra Carlton? Bobby and Katie Carlton’s little girl?” he asked with exuberance. His soft blue-gray eyes lit up with excitement and a wide grin with shiny white teeth gleamed back at her.
“Yeah, you know me and my parents?”
“Sure do little lady. I used to run with your parents back in the early days. I’m Randy Wilkes. I’m sure they have mentioned me. Then again, maybe not. I was a real rough rider in those days. Hard drinking, wild women and vamp hunting. Wow, and now look at you. You’re a goddam hunter.” Walking around from behind the counter, he extended his hand to shake. “Well, I’ll be damned. Always figured your brothers would get into the business, not you. Your mother was always adamant you would go to college and be a doctor, meet a good man and get married. Didn’t figure you’d get into the business like your mom did.” Smiling, he put his hands on her shoulders and examined her. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“It’s nice to know I’ll have a friend and someone to trust while I’m in town,” she said, pulling back and smiling. Randy reminded Alex of a big teddy bear, big and round and cuddly. He needed to tone down the cologne, though, and maybe the beer. Whew!
“Speaking of which, come on back to my office and let’s talk. Who ya trackin’? Maybe I can help ya. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a hunt. I’ve been stuck behind this here desk for a couple of years now since the incident back in 2005. I’ve been itchin’ to get back in the field.”
No way in hell, dude! Walking around the counter, she followed him behind the partition to an office area. The décor didn’t leave much to the imagination. Sparse furniture. A desk, file cabinets, couple of chairs, a table with fax and copy machines and a mini-fridge tucked in underneath. On the wall hung a map mounted on a board and several areas circled with push-pins stuck in, marking specific areas on the map. Alex figured they must be vamp locations. Lairs, maybe?
“A rogue who took out a family in Orlando about a week ago. I told my dad I wanted the job. I needed to get out of town for my first solo hunt. I think the rogue is headed in this direction. Any help you can give me with the local topo would be great. I want to get the lay of the land before sunset.” Alex pulled out a notepad and pen from her backpack not wanting to let him know the details of her plan.
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BORN TO PLAY
BLURB:
Candi Hartz, is a romance author in a loveless marriage. One fateful night, she follows the cheating husband to the local vampire sex club and meets the vamp owner. Her life takes a drastic turn when with one kiss she enters the world she only read about.
Gregori Van Zant is a dangerous vampire. As the head of the Mid-Atlantic Blood Family of vampires, he can have any vamp or human woman at his disposal. One night, a captivating woman walks into his club and he devises a plan.
The two lovers come together and sign a contract—an exchange of sex for research. Candi is born to play and Gregori is anxious to show her. An old enemy of Gregori’s arrives unexpectedly and disrupts their plans. With a final battle looming on the horizon, will the two fated lovers find love eternal or will death play a part?
EXCERPT:
Chapter 1
“Live for love. Without love, you don’t live.” ~ Source Unknown
Fuck, I miss the old days!
Of course, the old days to Gregori Van Zant happened almost four hundred years ago. Leaning into the upholstered back of the booth at the Transfixed, he finished the snifter of imported Cognac Paradis in one hand while contemplating the events of the last few months.
Dragos Munteanu had orchestrated the spread of a deadly virus and tried to introduce a drug named Blue into the mainstream of humanity. The ancient vamp currently resided as a guest of the federal government in Washington, D.C., awaiting trial by the Vamp High Tribunal, but rumors were swirling he hired a high-powered attorney and would beat the charges. Determined to keep Dragos locked up one way or another, the FBI used every legal avenue available, but in the end, Dragos won out. Gregori had doubts of humanity’s bureaucratic policies and predicted the powerful vamp would find a key to get free.
Stefan Marin, the only real friend—man or vampire—Gregori ever had in his existence, moved to Miami Beach with Alexandra Carlton, the deliciously plump bounty hunter better known as Alex. Stefan took over as Master and Commander of the South Florida Blood Family once he and Gregori had Dragos incarcerated and stripped of the title. Now, Gregori’s best Vamp Enforcer headed his own blood family and with a human female by his side, no less. Twinges of jealousy about the woman part reared its ugly head. Alex, a former vamp hunter and a recent FBI recruit, occasionally whetted his appetite to partake in tasting the feisty and delectable piece of flesh, both by blood and sex. Gregori didn’t offer an opinion to Stefan about a vamp and human relationship working, but only wished his friend happiness. More of a friend than I deserve. I’m a cold-hearted bastard not interested in finding love again.
Stefan’s absence left Gregori without a Sergeant Palatine, an Enforcer, which could prove to be a strategic problem maintaining his control of the family. Finding a qualified vampire warrior to fill the vacancy made by his friend moved high on Gregori’s list of business details. The longer he put off reinstating the position, the more vulnerable he became from takeovers by rival vamps. He knew it, but couldn’t muster the energy to find a substitute. Perhaps that was the problem, or maybe he had a death wish. Everyone he ever cared for either betrayed or left him.
“Master Gregori, would you like another cognac before the next scene starts?” The vamp waitress asked, wrenching him from his thoughts.
Hooded silvery gray eyes glanced up to peer at the scantily clad server. “Yes, thank you Sheena.”
“Very good.” She removed the empty glass and napkin then departed.
Cognac Paradis. What the fuck Stefan? What the fuck indeed. He never drank the strong liquor before Stefan introduced the concoction as the club’s House Special when he began working for him. No doubt, a blend Stefan brought from one of his European quests. Do vamps get depressed? What’s wrong with me?
Gregori hated the hard stuff. Normally, he drank blood wine, but for some bloody reason, he started drinking the foul concoction when Stefan left his employ and moved to Miami Beach. He missed his best friend’s counsel, among other things. The kick of the drink made his insides warm and fuzzy, and reminded of him of the time spent as a young rogue vampire a couple centuries ago.
Rarely he thought of those distant days, times when he first fell in love and roamed carefree throughout Europe. Born to a father with the Dutch East India Company visiting New York and a mother of Native American origin, his father brought the young family back to the Netherlands in the mid-1600s. His mother died shortly after arriving and since his father had to return to America, Gregori got shuffled off with relatives who treated him as a bastard child, a half-breed. His father died right after Gregori turned six and his life took a downward tumble living with the distant kin. At the earliest opportunity, he left the tortuous surroundings and enlisted in the army. After suffering a mortal wound on the battlefield during one of the period’s innumerable wars, an ancient vampire turned him, offering the chance to join another type of army, one of the Undead. Too young to die, he agreed. The transition occurred a month before his twenty-fourth birthday.
Gregori took to his new existence with exuberance, reveling in the power that came with the change. At the time, the world welcomed him into the dark, cruel, brutal, and bloodthirsty domain of other vampires. Humans were easy to take and he had no remorse for doing so. They had treated him with disdain for twenty-four years and he owed them nil in return. Women were the easiest. He viewed them for what they were, vessels for his physical pleasure and bloodlust, nothing more. Until he met Lady Johanna van der Ghent in Antwerp, Belgium.
Jesus, I haven’t thought of Johanna in ages. It must be the liquor.
As if on cue, Sheena returned with the House Special and placed another cocktail napkin before him and the drink on top, “Your cognac, Master Gregori.”
“Thank you, Sheena.”
The centuries old thoughts about Johanna stirred emotions. The memories and pain were buried deep, locking them away never wanting them to surface again. Tonight they did, but why? Did he feel lonely and depressed? Fuck! Just what the world needs a manic-depressive male vampire!
He snickered and sipped the foul drink. Ah, Johanna, the once lovely and vibrant beauty I would have risked everything to make mine forever. They met on a Thursday and at the time a decadent night for a party. By the following Friday, he made love with her, waiting a week to do so. Never once did he take her blood. His flawed thinking at the time believed a fine lady would elevate his social status and brighten the ugly existence he had come to endure since the transformation.
Their liaison progressed over several months. Gregori had been happier than he’d ever been, either as a mortal or vampire. One cold, snowy night, he went to her house to propose marriage and discovered an empty house and a broken heart. At first he feared foul play, but emotions turned to rage when he read a note addressed to him. Johanna coldly informed him he had no social standing and insufficient intellect for her. She’d departed and asked him not to follow. Up until winter of the same year, his microcosm of love flourished, and then turned to vehement anger and the entire world went to hell.
Civil revolution loomed on the horizon and Johanna became swept up in the politics. After following leads for several weeks, he found her in Paris. Gregori discovered her father had introduced Johanna to the inner circle of the French revolutionaries, so tracking her down in those subversive circles wouldn’t be difficult. Her name appeared on a list of dissidents writing against the monarchy.
His love, the woman he wanted to marry and have by his side for an eternity had taken up with another man, Rene Laroche, according to the circulated print papers. Gregori found the two together in bed at Johanna’s flat, and in an instant, Gregori’s own revolutionary war erupted. In a moment of blind fury, he tore out the heart of the young man, tossing the limp body aside, and turned his attention to the beguiling lover. Johanna begged his forgiveness and mercy, but he ignored the piteous pleas. The bloodlust and beast within took over, partaking of what she denied him for months. He drank her dry, letting the lifeless body drop from his embrace. Coming to his senses and the horror of what he had done, he fled from the flat, Paris and eventually Europe, never looking back.
In the two hundred twenty-two years since that fateful night, Gregori had never given his heart to another woman like he did Johanna. Although he had a special someone recently, she’d been more a good friend than lover and died too young; convincing him love could never be attained again. With his mother deceased, a father who abandoned him, and the remainder of his family ridiculing and treating him like an illegitimate child, he lost faith in humanity. Those he truly loved either died or betrayed him. Fuck! I’m a cold-hearted bastard no one loves.
All other women after that fated night he would seduce, use their bodies for sex, drink blood from, but never, ever open his heart and soul. Damn, over two centuries with a stone cold heart, he mused, sipping on the cognac. Had he past the point of no return for love to soften his doomed darkness? Did he even have a heart and soul to soften after years as a bloodsucking beast? It had been a long time to be alone without love, he wasn’t sure if he knew how to love again.
Thoughts returned to Stefan and Alex. Despite the fact that Stefan’s age as a vampire, over five hundred years, and a known cold-hearted bastard like himself throughout the Blood Families, didn’t deter Stefan from finding love with Alex. As a vamp bounty hunter, a killer of their kind, Stefan seemed to be okay with Alex’s vocation as well as her working for the FBI. If Stefan and Alex can still be in love with those obstacles, why couldn’t he try again?
“Gregori? Earth to Gregori,” the harsh nasally New Jersey twang of a female voice said, tugging Gregori from his hypnotic thoughts.
Blinking, furrowing his brow, he gazed up, meeting the eyes of Teanna. A female vampire, young, and becoming a real pain in the ass, she recently joined his family and definitely spoke her mind. Probably too easily. Her mouth and attitude could cause him trouble and he had a bad gut feeling about her. “How are you tonight Teanna?”
“May I sit?”
He nodded.
The tall, lanky normally blonde vamp smiled, revealing her fangs. “Bored. I’m waiting for my human baby boy to show up. He said he’d be here by now. Probably couldn’t make up an excuse to his nagging wife.” She pouted.
Gregori snickered and raised the snifter to his lips. The beautiful Teanna turned many a man’s head, vamp and human, no doubt in his mind. Her dark blonde tresses hung to her shoulders on a good night, but this evening she opted for a short bob wig. The striking contrast of her pale skin and the purple hair against the emerald eyes captivated him. The smell of her blood aroused him, but he dared not pursue the urge. Her wildness reminded him too much of another from his past.
“You like the new color Master? I think it is flattering to my skin-tone, don’t you agree?” Raising a hand, she puffed up the synthetic threads.
With a crinkled brow and a slight grin, he said, “Yeah, if you like neon purple against pasty skin.” The comment must have offended, as he saw her expression turn from happy to venomous. Clearly, she cut those large green orbs directly at him. The statuesque vixen could be evil if pushed. Since accepted into his family, he had her in his bed once. Despite the fact she damned near ripped his skin to shreds, she was a good fuck. The experience was necessary to imprint her in his veins from their sex and blood exchange. One night with the little wildcat satisfied him for an eternity, thank you very much.
“Why are you getting attached to a human? The union will be damned before you get started. You can’t trust the humans, Teanna. He is most likely toying with you for the sex and your blood. He gets high. Use him, but don’t make your relationship out to be more than it is. Trust me.”
“He’s different. We have a deep and true love for one another. He just needs to get over the guilt for leaving his wife. He’s supposed to tell her he’s divorcing her to be with me in the next day or two. He’s been away on business for a week and is due back tonight.”
“I’ve heard that old story before. He’s not dumping his wife. From what you’ve said, this man is too attached to his human mate. I’ll be real surprised if you see him.”
“He’ll be here Gregori. I have persuasive powers. His wife can’t compete against that.”
The large hand stroked along her arm, he replied, “I know you do. Very compelling abilities.” The edges of his full lips tugged at the corners.
“Too bad those skills didn’t work on you. I certainly tried, but you’re such a doom and gloom kind of guy. You need to let a little love in that stone heart of yours. Maybe you’ll enjoy yourself more.”
His eyes narrowed. “Love is not a necessity to revel in my existence, Teanna. I’m quite content running the family, clubs, and all the benefits that come with my position and powers. I don’t need to change who I am.”
Undivided attention turned from him. Gregori knew she didn’t hear a word he said. “Oh my gosh! He’s here.” She returned to stare at the scowl on Gregori’s face. “I told you. Don’t ever underestimate my talents to persuade the male species. If you do, you’ll lose.” As she rose from the booth, she leaned over and kissed Gregori, hard but dispassionate. With the grace of a ballerina, she twirled around and pranced toward the darkened silhouette of a man standing near the entrance of the backroom.
The lights dimmed and the emcee walked out on the raised platform, the spotlights following him.
Gregori raked fingers through his long black hair as he watched the first scene of the night’s entertainment begin on stage. What the fuck am I thinking? Love. Everyone wants the fairytale happy ending. Poor Teanna, young and naïve, but she’ll learn. Humans do not fit into our world. Love is only for their fragile lives, not for us cold-hearted beasts of the night. This is who I am and intend to remain as such, the Master and Commander of the Mid-Atlantic Blood Family. After a vampire existence of three hundred and eighty-five years, changing his personality to fit into the human world wouldn’t work. Humans would have to bend to his will.
“To hell with love, I don’t need or want it,” he murmured, then gulped the remainder of the Cognac Paradis.
Of course, the old days to Gregori Van Zant happened almost four hundred years ago. Leaning into the upholstered back of the booth at the Transfixed, he finished the snifter of imported Cognac Paradis in one hand while contemplating the events of the last few months.
Dragos Munteanu had orchestrated the spread of a deadly virus and tried to introduce a drug named Blue into the mainstream of humanity. The ancient vamp currently resided as a guest of the federal government in Washington, D.C., awaiting trial by the Vamp High Tribunal, but rumors were swirling he hired a high-powered attorney and would beat the charges. Determined to keep Dragos locked up one way or another, the FBI used every legal avenue available, but in the end, Dragos won out. Gregori had doubts of humanity’s bureaucratic policies and predicted the powerful vamp would find a key to get free.
Stefan Marin, the only real friend—man or vampire—Gregori ever had in his existence, moved to Miami Beach with Alexandra Carlton, the deliciously plump bounty hunter better known as Alex. Stefan took over as Master and Commander of the South Florida Blood Family once he and Gregori had Dragos incarcerated and stripped of the title. Now, Gregori’s best Vamp Enforcer headed his own blood family and with a human female by his side, no less. Twinges of jealousy about the woman part reared its ugly head. Alex, a former vamp hunter and a recent FBI recruit, occasionally whetted his appetite to partake in tasting the feisty and delectable piece of flesh, both by blood and sex. Gregori didn’t offer an opinion to Stefan about a vamp and human relationship working, but only wished his friend happiness. More of a friend than I deserve. I’m a cold-hearted bastard not interested in finding love again.
Stefan’s absence left Gregori without a Sergeant Palatine, an Enforcer, which could prove to be a strategic problem maintaining his control of the family. Finding a qualified vampire warrior to fill the vacancy made by his friend moved high on Gregori’s list of business details. The longer he put off reinstating the position, the more vulnerable he became from takeovers by rival vamps. He knew it, but couldn’t muster the energy to find a substitute. Perhaps that was the problem, or maybe he had a death wish. Everyone he ever cared for either betrayed or left him.
“Master Gregori, would you like another cognac before the next scene starts?” The vamp waitress asked, wrenching him from his thoughts.
Hooded silvery gray eyes glanced up to peer at the scantily clad server. “Yes, thank you Sheena.”
“Very good.” She removed the empty glass and napkin then departed.
Cognac Paradis. What the fuck Stefan? What the fuck indeed. He never drank the strong liquor before Stefan introduced the concoction as the club’s House Special when he began working for him. No doubt, a blend Stefan brought from one of his European quests. Do vamps get depressed? What’s wrong with me?
Gregori hated the hard stuff. Normally, he drank blood wine, but for some bloody reason, he started drinking the foul concoction when Stefan left his employ and moved to Miami Beach. He missed his best friend’s counsel, among other things. The kick of the drink made his insides warm and fuzzy, and reminded of him of the time spent as a young rogue vampire a couple centuries ago.
Rarely he thought of those distant days, times when he first fell in love and roamed carefree throughout Europe. Born to a father with the Dutch East India Company visiting New York and a mother of Native American origin, his father brought the young family back to the Netherlands in the mid-1600s. His mother died shortly after arriving and since his father had to return to America, Gregori got shuffled off with relatives who treated him as a bastard child, a half-breed. His father died right after Gregori turned six and his life took a downward tumble living with the distant kin. At the earliest opportunity, he left the tortuous surroundings and enlisted in the army. After suffering a mortal wound on the battlefield during one of the period’s innumerable wars, an ancient vampire turned him, offering the chance to join another type of army, one of the Undead. Too young to die, he agreed. The transition occurred a month before his twenty-fourth birthday.
Gregori took to his new existence with exuberance, reveling in the power that came with the change. At the time, the world welcomed him into the dark, cruel, brutal, and bloodthirsty domain of other vampires. Humans were easy to take and he had no remorse for doing so. They had treated him with disdain for twenty-four years and he owed them nil in return. Women were the easiest. He viewed them for what they were, vessels for his physical pleasure and bloodlust, nothing more. Until he met Lady Johanna van der Ghent in Antwerp, Belgium.
Jesus, I haven’t thought of Johanna in ages. It must be the liquor.
As if on cue, Sheena returned with the House Special and placed another cocktail napkin before him and the drink on top, “Your cognac, Master Gregori.”
“Thank you, Sheena.”
The centuries old thoughts about Johanna stirred emotions. The memories and pain were buried deep, locking them away never wanting them to surface again. Tonight they did, but why? Did he feel lonely and depressed? Fuck! Just what the world needs a manic-depressive male vampire!
He snickered and sipped the foul drink. Ah, Johanna, the once lovely and vibrant beauty I would have risked everything to make mine forever. They met on a Thursday and at the time a decadent night for a party. By the following Friday, he made love with her, waiting a week to do so. Never once did he take her blood. His flawed thinking at the time believed a fine lady would elevate his social status and brighten the ugly existence he had come to endure since the transformation.
Their liaison progressed over several months. Gregori had been happier than he’d ever been, either as a mortal or vampire. One cold, snowy night, he went to her house to propose marriage and discovered an empty house and a broken heart. At first he feared foul play, but emotions turned to rage when he read a note addressed to him. Johanna coldly informed him he had no social standing and insufficient intellect for her. She’d departed and asked him not to follow. Up until winter of the same year, his microcosm of love flourished, and then turned to vehement anger and the entire world went to hell.
Civil revolution loomed on the horizon and Johanna became swept up in the politics. After following leads for several weeks, he found her in Paris. Gregori discovered her father had introduced Johanna to the inner circle of the French revolutionaries, so tracking her down in those subversive circles wouldn’t be difficult. Her name appeared on a list of dissidents writing against the monarchy.
His love, the woman he wanted to marry and have by his side for an eternity had taken up with another man, Rene Laroche, according to the circulated print papers. Gregori found the two together in bed at Johanna’s flat, and in an instant, Gregori’s own revolutionary war erupted. In a moment of blind fury, he tore out the heart of the young man, tossing the limp body aside, and turned his attention to the beguiling lover. Johanna begged his forgiveness and mercy, but he ignored the piteous pleas. The bloodlust and beast within took over, partaking of what she denied him for months. He drank her dry, letting the lifeless body drop from his embrace. Coming to his senses and the horror of what he had done, he fled from the flat, Paris and eventually Europe, never looking back.
In the two hundred twenty-two years since that fateful night, Gregori had never given his heart to another woman like he did Johanna. Although he had a special someone recently, she’d been more a good friend than lover and died too young; convincing him love could never be attained again. With his mother deceased, a father who abandoned him, and the remainder of his family ridiculing and treating him like an illegitimate child, he lost faith in humanity. Those he truly loved either died or betrayed him. Fuck! I’m a cold-hearted bastard no one loves.
All other women after that fated night he would seduce, use their bodies for sex, drink blood from, but never, ever open his heart and soul. Damn, over two centuries with a stone cold heart, he mused, sipping on the cognac. Had he past the point of no return for love to soften his doomed darkness? Did he even have a heart and soul to soften after years as a bloodsucking beast? It had been a long time to be alone without love, he wasn’t sure if he knew how to love again.
Thoughts returned to Stefan and Alex. Despite the fact that Stefan’s age as a vampire, over five hundred years, and a known cold-hearted bastard like himself throughout the Blood Families, didn’t deter Stefan from finding love with Alex. As a vamp bounty hunter, a killer of their kind, Stefan seemed to be okay with Alex’s vocation as well as her working for the FBI. If Stefan and Alex can still be in love with those obstacles, why couldn’t he try again?
“Gregori? Earth to Gregori,” the harsh nasally New Jersey twang of a female voice said, tugging Gregori from his hypnotic thoughts.
Blinking, furrowing his brow, he gazed up, meeting the eyes of Teanna. A female vampire, young, and becoming a real pain in the ass, she recently joined his family and definitely spoke her mind. Probably too easily. Her mouth and attitude could cause him trouble and he had a bad gut feeling about her. “How are you tonight Teanna?”
“May I sit?”
He nodded.
The tall, lanky normally blonde vamp smiled, revealing her fangs. “Bored. I’m waiting for my human baby boy to show up. He said he’d be here by now. Probably couldn’t make up an excuse to his nagging wife.” She pouted.
Gregori snickered and raised the snifter to his lips. The beautiful Teanna turned many a man’s head, vamp and human, no doubt in his mind. Her dark blonde tresses hung to her shoulders on a good night, but this evening she opted for a short bob wig. The striking contrast of her pale skin and the purple hair against the emerald eyes captivated him. The smell of her blood aroused him, but he dared not pursue the urge. Her wildness reminded him too much of another from his past.
“You like the new color Master? I think it is flattering to my skin-tone, don’t you agree?” Raising a hand, she puffed up the synthetic threads.
With a crinkled brow and a slight grin, he said, “Yeah, if you like neon purple against pasty skin.” The comment must have offended, as he saw her expression turn from happy to venomous. Clearly, she cut those large green orbs directly at him. The statuesque vixen could be evil if pushed. Since accepted into his family, he had her in his bed once. Despite the fact she damned near ripped his skin to shreds, she was a good fuck. The experience was necessary to imprint her in his veins from their sex and blood exchange. One night with the little wildcat satisfied him for an eternity, thank you very much.
“Why are you getting attached to a human? The union will be damned before you get started. You can’t trust the humans, Teanna. He is most likely toying with you for the sex and your blood. He gets high. Use him, but don’t make your relationship out to be more than it is. Trust me.”
“He’s different. We have a deep and true love for one another. He just needs to get over the guilt for leaving his wife. He’s supposed to tell her he’s divorcing her to be with me in the next day or two. He’s been away on business for a week and is due back tonight.”
“I’ve heard that old story before. He’s not dumping his wife. From what you’ve said, this man is too attached to his human mate. I’ll be real surprised if you see him.”
“He’ll be here Gregori. I have persuasive powers. His wife can’t compete against that.”
The large hand stroked along her arm, he replied, “I know you do. Very compelling abilities.” The edges of his full lips tugged at the corners.
“Too bad those skills didn’t work on you. I certainly tried, but you’re such a doom and gloom kind of guy. You need to let a little love in that stone heart of yours. Maybe you’ll enjoy yourself more.”
His eyes narrowed. “Love is not a necessity to revel in my existence, Teanna. I’m quite content running the family, clubs, and all the benefits that come with my position and powers. I don’t need to change who I am.”
Undivided attention turned from him. Gregori knew she didn’t hear a word he said. “Oh my gosh! He’s here.” She returned to stare at the scowl on Gregori’s face. “I told you. Don’t ever underestimate my talents to persuade the male species. If you do, you’ll lose.” As she rose from the booth, she leaned over and kissed Gregori, hard but dispassionate. With the grace of a ballerina, she twirled around and pranced toward the darkened silhouette of a man standing near the entrance of the backroom.
The lights dimmed and the emcee walked out on the raised platform, the spotlights following him.
Gregori raked fingers through his long black hair as he watched the first scene of the night’s entertainment begin on stage. What the fuck am I thinking? Love. Everyone wants the fairytale happy ending. Poor Teanna, young and naïve, but she’ll learn. Humans do not fit into our world. Love is only for their fragile lives, not for us cold-hearted beasts of the night. This is who I am and intend to remain as such, the Master and Commander of the Mid-Atlantic Blood Family. After a vampire existence of three hundred and eighty-five years, changing his personality to fit into the human world wouldn’t work. Humans would have to bend to his will.
“To hell with love, I don’t need or want it,” he murmured, then gulped the remainder of the Cognac Paradis.
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BOOK #3 Sorin's Story ~ Born Again in Dreams
Released September 11, 2012
The Master of His Domain
Sorin Bochinsky, Master and Commander of the Eastern European Blood Family, controls everyone and everything around him, except the woman of his dreams with the face of an angel prevents his needed rest. She’s the light to his dark, scarred and pained existence. The search begins to find her before he goes insane.
An Angel Awakens
Merliah Travers suffered more than serious injuries from a car accident over four years ago. She awakens in a place where the pain and scars have hidden her away from the world. A fantasy lover leads her out of the darkness and into the light, then discovers a special ability acquired during the coma has put her in danger with a fanatic killer.
Two lost, scarred
souls battle their inner demons and a fanatic killer to unite as one, to never
be alone, and be born again in dreams, forever.
ADULT EXCERPT:
He stood up and pulled her to her feet at the same time. Merliah’s
gaze dropped to the waistband of his black trousers, and then to the bulge at
his groin, and with her eyes burning with intensity, he realized her highly
aroused state. He didn’t need to use his vampire skills. Their times together
in the dreams made him keenly aware of her preferences and desires. His stomach
knotted with instant need with the knowledge, causing his cock to press harder
on the zipper of his trousers, causing some discomfort. He enjoyed the new
pleasure of reading her body instead of using his senses as a vampire to
recognize them. His heart raced in anticipation of discovering the nuances of
her body from this new perspective. Like exploring virgin territory.
“Do you think anyone will see us?”
“No, I believe the trees are thick enough where we are. We should be
hidden. I can barely see the light on the other side.” His tongue slid along a
full bottom lip. “Now, let me undress you.”
As he steadied her, he reached around her back and slowly drew down
the zipper. He smiled as the dress slipped from her shoulders and down her
body, landing in a puddle on the ground. She stood before him in matching black
bra and panties. “I want to see every inch of your skin, to touch you all over.
Experience you like this is our first time.” Then he slipped one digit under
the strap of her bra and gently nudged it off her shoulder. Reaching around, he
unclipped the fastener and the delicate lacy fabric fell to the ground. Cupping
the lush flesh of her breasts, he kneaded the generous orbs until she leaned
forward against him.
“Oh, don’t stop, Sorin,” she pleaded softly.
His fingers gently traced the contours of her brow, her cheek, her
jaw, slowly moving toward the curve of her throat. Bending his head forward, he
brushed his mouth across the tingling skin, trailing tiny kisses down her neck.
“Oh yes, I want that too. Please…” Her voice trailed off.
Sorin’s grin widened. “But first, I want to taste you.” He dropped to
his knees between her legs and brushed his hand across the skin of her thigh.
“Spread your legs for me, angel.”
Without hesitation, she did as he demanded. Using one finger, he
hooked it around the elastic and tugged the slight slip of lacy fabric down
over her hips, then tore them away from her body, growling his pleasure.
“Hey, those were my nicest pair.”
“I’ll get you another.” One hand held her hip and the other palmed her
mound. He glanced up at her and licked his lips, then slipped his tongue
between her tender folds, tasting her with a groan of what sounded like relief.
She threw her head back with a hiss, “Oh God yes!”
He sucked and licked, urged on as her cries and pants got more urgent.
Pressing closer and teasing her pussy with his tongue, he then slipped a finger
into her heat and groaned as he flicked more forcefully. She squirmed under his
ministrations and arched her body into his mouth as she opened wider for him.
He spread the swollen lips and ran his tongue from the bottom to the top but
stopped just short of touching her clit. She moaned and whimpered, seeming to
want to be licked senselessly. Taking the suggestion with determination, he
licked and tugged all around the sensitive nubbin, resisting the little nudges
she kept making to push him to the point of pleasure.
Finally, she grabbed his hair. “You’re teasing me. Touch me there,”
she demanded.
A soft growl vibrated in the back of his throat and he chuckled
inwardly. His angel was taking control and he’d have none of that. Bringing her
to submission was his primary goal and he’d provide the incentive for her to
succumb to his dominance. The more his lips touched hers, the more he
insinuated his control over her. As soon as she let go of his hair, he sucked
the waiting clit inside his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over until
she screamed.
“Shh, angel. You’ll draw attention to us.” He stopped and waited for
her to catch her breath then started licking and sucking again. Just when he
sensed she was about to climax again, he stopped and stood up.
“On your hands and knees, angel.” As she complied with his demand, he
divested the remainder of his clothing. He dropped to his knees and positioned
his long and thick cock at her entrance. “You’re so wet and ready for me.” Then
he ran his cockhead along her swollen folds, lubricating the tip with her
juices, and with one thrust he pushed inside her hot sheath. She groaned and
pushed back against him until he entered her just a few inches. He stopped and
pulled out and repeated again. The soft mewing noises she made indicated her
need for more, and still he stopped just short of fully entering her. He wanted
her begging and he didn’t have to wait long. His angel was a quick learner.
“Please,” Merliah cried.
“Please what?”
“Make love to me. I can’t stand it anymore. I need you inside, Sorin.”
Obliged to please, he plunged his rock-hard cock deep into her moist
heat. As her wet sheath gripped him, he roared his pleasure, which echoed
through the forest of her creation. Her internal muscles contracted around his
shaft, wringing another moan from both of them. She met his rhythm, urging him
on. The need to feel her milk him to completion pulsed through his body. “So
tight and wet.” He leaned over and growled into her ear.
Merliah tilted her head to the side, exposing the smooth, pale skin of
her throat. The desire to bite her burned inside him, but his fangs did not
descend. The beast within didn’t claw at his chest.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK #4 Boulder's Story ~ Born Trouble
TAGLINE: A cowboy and an exotic dancer roped into a world filled with trouble.
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