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- Memorial day, formerly known as Decoration Day, c...
- My interesting experience with mermaids!!
- Real Life Mermaids
- Living with Mermaids
- Legs? Who Needs 'Em!
- Merman Anatomy
- Last Creature of Monster Mash May
- I love Werewolves!!
- Last Flight of the Ark
- It's Friday
- I'm Begging You for Mercy
- Born or Made?
- Shifters--I love them.
- Wolf Pack Hierarchy - Shifter Week
- Love me some Vampires!!
- What is a Vampire?
- It's Friday...
- Getting Forged
- Dead or Alive?
- Vampires: The Brooder and the Bad Boy
- Vampires Are To Die For
- Angels and Demons--oh my!!!
- Angels and Demons
- It's Friday
- Falling Hard
- Love. Angel. Music. Baby.
- Of Angels and Demons--Rhiannon Leith
- Angels/Demon Week on Paranormal Romantics
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My name is Rachel Clancy. Forty-six years ago, life as humanity understood it ended. Armageddon. Well, that’s what we call it, anyway. What other term works as well to describe the day the Vampires and Werewolves slaughtered nearly all of humanity?
When Rachel Clancy turned sixteen, she inadvertently changed the lives of everyone around her. Now, six months later she has to figure out how to live with what has happened.
Sent back into the wilderness—this time with a new love—she will find herself face-to-face with two people she never thought to see again: the boy she thought she loved and the man who wanted to destroy her since birth. If Rachel can learn what drives her forward, there may be a chance for everyone to start again. If she fails, all is lost.
Genre: YA, paranormal, urban fantasy
My name is Rachel Clancy.
Forty-six years ago, life as humanity understood it ended. Armageddon. Well, that’s what we call it, anyway. What other term works as well to describe the day the Vampires and Werewolves slaughtered nearly all of humanity?
For me, all of that happened so long ago I almost never think about it. I’m much more concerned with what just happened and what will be occurring next.
Six months ago, when I turned sixteen, I changed the way life was conducted in the small portion of the planet I called home. I’m not sure exactly how any of it actually took place. When I let myself dwell on that time, which I don’t very often, it usually feels like it was something someone else did. Like I wasn’t there at all.
But I know that I was.
I have the scars to prove it. One of them on my cheek—long and jagged—out in the open to show the world I survived a Vampire attack. The other is hidden on the inside of my soul—not visible to anyone but me—and it was placed there by a boy, a Werewolf, who betrayed my innocence and will forever hold the title of being the first guy to break my heart.
It’s May—we have started keeping track of the months again like they did before Armageddon Day. The weather is beautiful and warm in our tent city; which sits over the remains of Genesis, the habitat that I lived in for my first sixteen years of life.
I can’t help but feel that something is coming. Something bad that we can’t stop. I haven’t told anyone about this sense I have. It’s not like I’m psychic or anything. I’ve never been able to predict the future. I’m not even particularly good at figuring out what’s going to happen to me next. But I can’t let this go—not this time—and I’m wondering if I’m going to have to let someone know about the dread that is eating away at my stomach lining.
Maybe I’m just being dramatic, but I can feel a black cloud of death on the horizon, and it’s going to swallow us all.
I'll admit it. I am as much a fan of Young Adult books as I am of Erotic Romance. How about you?
Memorial day, formerly known as Decoration Day, commemorates U.S. soldiers who died while in the military service. First enacted to honor Union soldiers of the American Civil War. It was extended after World War I to honor Americans who have died in all wars.
To celebrate this day, I made of list of military romance books.
Red, Hot & Blue, Book 2
After watching the girl he’s crushed on for years fall for his best friend, the last thing special operative Jack Gordon wants is a vacation. If cooling his heels doesn’t drive him crazy, doing it under his family’s scrutiny will.
But once he’s back home things get more than a little interesting. The new farm hand is cute, sexy—and his instincts tell him she’s got something to hide. Luckily, he’s got the skills and the backup to find out what.
Gordon Equine is the perfect place for Niccolina Campolini. The Gordons pay in room, board and cash. And they don’t ask questions. Perfect for a girl on the run…until Jack shows up. Sexy as hell and far too inquisitive, Jack strikes sparks and suspicions that put both her body and her heart in danger.
Jack knows better than to trust a woman with as many shadows as Nicki, but the heat waves of their attraction are messing with his focus. And when her secrets catch up with her, he’s not sure if he’s protecting her from something, or protecting his family from her…
This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.
Warning: This book contains extremely stupid gangsters bearing guns, a bored team of special operatives looking for some action, and one Southern gentleman guaranteed to charm your panties off.
Patrick O'Rourke has seen a lot during his two years away. After a tragic incident, he's convinced he's no good for anyone, especially his innocent young fiance. He's not the same man he was two years ago and he doesn't want to defile Erin with his needs and desires. But from the moment he walks through the door, she makes it perfectly clear she's not going anywhere and she's unwilling to surrender without a fight. He tries to scare her away, allowing the dark side of his personality to take over. Instead of running away, however, Erin embraces the new experiences he offers.
Good communication and some hot, unconventional sex - that's what it takes to heal two wounded hearts.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal sex, bondage, Domination/submission, spanking.
Four soldiers face alien threats in these two erotic tales of explosive romance. Detonate Alice MacKay can't keep up with all the bomb threats in Trios Port. When Boomer, a former Terran Marine with more than a healthy dose of arrogance, strolls into her office for an interview, she can't get rid of him fast enough. But disarming bombs is easier than disarming amorous Marines. When Boomer decides to stick around, MacKay wonders if she's met her match.
Happy Trails Jenna's been infatuated with Tyson Rivers since she boarded the mining ship, but the scoop's explosive ordnance officer doesn't seem to know she's there. Too shy to introduce herself, she decides to snoop in his personnel file instead. When Tyson catches her digging, he realizes he's not the only one feeling the attraction, but could his tactics to get her alone end with a bigger bang than he expected?
Want to win a copy of The Omegas or The Alpha? I'm over at RR Novel Thoughts today giving them away!
Have you ever seen this movie?
Of course you have! You hasn't watched the classic, The Little Mermaid! Well, when my daughter was around two and half this was one of the first movies she ever watched. I was so excited, really jumping out of my skin to share this movie with her, and see how much she'd love it. I will admit, the experience was slightly disappointing. Why you ask? It's simple--we curled up and watched it together, and suddenly, my daughter looks at me and says, "Oh look, it's you, mommy."
Imagine my horror when I see this on the screen....
Needless to say, we stay away from mermaid movies, and maybe that's why I've never written or read a mermaid story!!
Please excuse the lack of photos, as this mermaid works professionally as a model and actress. Her photos, though gorgeous to look at, are copyright protected and in respect for this, I omit the images. To see them, you can go to Hannah's site:
Or here to see exquisite photos:
Hannah Fraser is a model, performer and mermaid. She travels the globe, swimming underwater coral reefs as a mermaid. With the ability to hold her breath for 1 1/2 to 2 minutes, she transforms into a mystical siren of the sea by just adding fins and water.
Where'd she get that tail?
She made it. That's right.
She altered a Finis Fin Company Competitor Monofin and put her craft skills to work creating not only a beautiful tail, but a means to swim faster than any other human in the ocean.
Hannah has been featured on ABC's 20/20 and in various movies. Go here to check out the story: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KV_jRjkAVo
Times up. My granddaughter has started climbing.
Have a great Memorial Day Weekend!
“What is it with you guys? Can’t any of you stay out of trouble? It must be the cold.” Rad shook his head and grabbed his slacks. Pulling them up, he said, “You could have told me earlier. What if he’d walked in?”
Cray chuckled. “He smelled us, and wouldn’t dare interrupt. The consequences would be deadly.”
“That’s what I mean. You’re combative, all the time.” His butt rested against the back of the sofa, and he pulled Cray between his legs and pinched his nipples hard. His lover’s cock was already at half mast and rising quickly. “That’s twice you’ve laughed tonight. What’s going on?”
“You guys done?” Both heads swiveled toward the door. One word spoken together, “No.”
Quinn laughed. “Hold it for later, I’m famished. Want to take a dip?”
Blue eyes bore into Rad from both men, and he shivered. The air had already grown chilly, and he wanted a hot bath. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Crayton was already naked, and Quinn didn’t take long getting out of his clothes. Mer weren’t shy about their beautiful bodies. He was a big man, almost as huge as Cray. They came bigger from the north, and the muscle helped protect them from the cold. His hair wasn’t as light, but like all northerners, it was blond and if that didn’t say enough, he had blue eyes that would have been a dead giveaway.
And then there was that fresh, icy scent they all exuded. Each different, yet similar.
Quinn fidgeted from foot-to-foot, peering at Rad. “Hot as hell in here. Don’t know how you stand it, man.” Silver dots of light danced from his aqua eyes when he turned to look at Cray. “Did you tell him?”
Cray twisted around and looked at him mysteriously. “Later, get your hot bath. We won’t be long.”
Now that I'm all grown up, I still love the ocean, love to swim, but I've accepted I'm stuck with legs instead of a tail. *sigh* At least in fiction, we're given the chance to escape the surface and dive into oceanic life.
Virginia Kantra's Children of the Sea series is a good place to start if you're looking for a good ocean-set series, though her series revolves around selkies rather than mermaids.
You can read an excerpt of the first book in her series here.
How about y'all? Is there one book or series that will make a mermance believer out of me?
Did you ever see that episode of Family Guy when Lois has a run-in with a merman? Except in this episode, instead of what most people think of, this merman had a fish’s torso (along with a horrible fish’s head and lips!) and a human’s lower body. When she points out this incongruity, he rebuts that how else would he be able to have sex with her if he had a man’s torso and fish’s lower anatomy?
Quite frankly, when I used to read about mermen, I always had the same question. I eventually found that a lot of authors conveniently turned the merman into a human for the purposes of smexin. Hello! What’s the point of that? An author can use his/her imagination to the fullest and bring me, the reader, along for the ride. There had to be some way to get the discordant anatomy to work while keeping it sexy.
Then Mina Carter, Lex Valentine and I started talking about a series about three brothers out for vengeance against their demi-god father. Thus Danyl and The Phoenix Prophecy trilogy was born. And I figured out a merman and a human woman falling in love wasn’t so tough to tackle at all. Take a peek at him:
Danyl used the powerful muscles of his tail to push through the water. He would not let them see his disappointment. Or his anger.
Another pairing ritual and another humiliation he'd been forced to live through. Coupled with everything else he'd been through recently, he didn't know how much more he could stand.
Of course. He didn't have to turn to recognize to whom that voice belonged. No one else would bother to seek him out.
He slowed enough to allow Gagan to catch up. He remained facing forward though. If he had to look upon his best friend's luminescent skin or the perfection of his silver fluke right now, he'd vomit. The only things really silver about himself were his eyes. Of course, they weren't quite natural either. Every other mer-person had mesmerizing blue eyes.
No point in mentioning his own tail, which for years had the disappointing habit of becoming legs at a moment's notice until he'd learned to control it. Legs. Who in Hades had need for human legs underwater?
"What?" he snarled, forcing the cool ocean through his gill sac. Despite being located in the back of his throat, he could feel it wave in the water with the effort. Yet another thing that marred him as not quite like the others. To them, breathing was just another natural act. For him, it was an ongoing agony.
"Danyl, be patient. You will be mated—"
He whirled on him. "When Gagan? When the maids have decided that they wouldn't mind being mated to a freak? When their curiosity about fucking me overrides their common sense?"
What could he offer a mate? Unnatural sex and perhaps, deformed children who had legs, too. If nothing else, choosing to mate him guaranteed a lifetime of ridicule for any maid, for sure.
Gagan shooed at a school of fish daring to linger and eavesdrop. "Danyl, you are a good man. If none of the maids have realized that yet, it's their loss. When the time is right, you will be mated. And I have no doubt, you will love her with a passion that is unrivaled. With an intensity that will be the envy of merfolk for generations to come."
Good old Gagan. Ever the poet, who wore his heart on the outside for the world to see.
Danyl looked away, for if he looked into his friend's eyes a moment longer, he would fall under their hypnotic spell. His friend believed so truly that a mate existed for him, while Danyl's hope in that belief faded with each passing day. His friend believed so deeply in love and forever that he'd convinced Danyl to attend a pairing ritual yet again, as he had time and time before.
Danyl kicked and rode the undercurrent away from Gagan. "I don't have the stomach for this," he muttered.
"Gods damn it, will you wait?"
He wouldn't wait. Everything about his life had reached a crux. The ridicule, the alienation and now the abandonment and the loneliness left him shattered in ways that made him an unsuitable companion, anyway. Why this desperate hope for shelter and acceptance he could never dream of attaining?
Danyl pulled his shoulders forward as he swam. He knew why.
Because without the sliver of hope still shining through, he no longer had anything worth living for.
Gagan managed to catch him up, his lean length an enviable sight as he swam. Few of the mer-people could match his strength or speed. How they'd become fast friends was anybody's guess. He didn't so much as breathe heavily when he called out to him again.
He made a show of swimming beneath Danyl, rising up to his other side without breaking his cruising speed. Fucking show off.
When he did it again, Danyl surged forward, determined to not be outdone. Damned mermen were always playing games. Why couldn't the idiot see he wasn't in the mood for friendly competition? He didn't want to have fun. He wanted to find some dark hole where blind fish nestled and hide from the world.
Putting on another burst of energy, he sliced through the water, almost daring Gagan to match him around the jagged edges of coral and through the stinging wisps of grass growing in crags. Despite his very best effort to not enjoy it, stretching out and gliding through the water at breakneck speeds sent a thrill through him. He thought little of safety or boundaries. He gave no care to mermaids or matings. He almost managed to discard thoughts of family and home, too.
The two mermen whipped past startled schools of fish, scattering them in various directions before they reassembled. Jutting rocks from cliff ledges gave Danyl opportunity to dodge and put distance between them. They swam through hot spots only to be greeted by frigid cold spots moments later. Through it all, the vast ocean fanned out around them in a kaleidoscope of greens, blues and blacks.
By the time Danyl slowed, his earlier disappointment had worked out of his system. Chest heaving, he waited for Gagan to catch him up. To his complete surprise, he'd manage to out-swim his friend by a few lengths and they'd swum at least three nautical miles if not further. More energy must have been penned up inside him than he thought.
"That was awesome," Gagan called as he neared. "I didn't know you could do that!"
That made two of them. "It wasn't a race. I was trying to get rid of your sorry tail."
Gagan chuckled before his face straightened, becoming serious. "I wanted to talk with you alone, Danyl, and out here," he glanced at their sparse surroundings, “is probably a better place than any. It's about your mother. And your father."
Danyl almost looked away, but forced himself not to move. "What is it?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but we've looked into your suspicions."
"You were right." Gagan reached for his shoulder and clamped a supportive hand around it. "The evidence is stacked against him. Based on what we've found, we agree that he most likely murdered your mother."
He wasn't surprised. He couldn't be. And now, he wouldn't let the news affect him.
No—that wasn't true.
He would let it affect him, for now he had something to live for.
He needed to stay alive long enough to kill his father.
Deeper Than The Ocean: Book 1 of The Phoenix Prophecy is available from Liquid Silver Books and other ebook retailers. Pick up your copy to see whether Danyl gets his vengeance and to watch him fall in love along the way.
Dee Carney is an award winning, bestselling author of paranormal and contemporary erotic romances. Not every hero is typical and not every heroine is perfect, but they all get their happily ever after. Read more about her books at www.deecarney.com.
Mermaid is top of my list. So why haven't I written about one yet?
I write stories with twist. I can't write the normal tropes, they're too boring. It took me awhile to contrive something with a mermaid that wasn't already done a thousand time. I like strong heroines. Independent. Smart. Carnivorous.
Humans have myths of vampires and werewolves. Monsters that develope from humans. What if merpeople had their own myths. What kind of monster would they fear? Something shark like? Something born of their people like our own monsters?
The answers to these questions lead me find Marie Laframboise. Siren. Eater of sexual energy. Man killer. A mermaid vampire of sorts.
Sneek Peek Excerpt:
One character especially has stolen my heart, Briggs, from The Blue Bloods series. It’s not just him as a strong werewolf but it’s the gentle side of him that seriously makes me swoon. He kinda came out of nowhere for me. I hadn’t planned on writing his story, but when I finished The Devil’s Kiss, I was captivated by him and Rynn. Most of the hero’s I write tend to not be emotional…he is. And I love that about him. Love the way he sees the world and the way he sees Rynn. I think what makes him so unique is that his whole mind is wrapped around her life. And being that they are in danger, often, it’s quite a display to see a man that is utterly enthralled with the woman he loves.
To celebrate Briggs, I’m giving away readers choice of either, An Everlasting Bite or Silent Howl. Leave a comment with your email address and I’ll draw a winner on Monday!
“Fans of Patricia Briggs, Kim Harrison, and Kelley Armstrong are going to find a new favorite in Stacey Kennedy and her fresh take on the supernatural. I read this story in one sitting and loved it so much that I bought everything I could find by this author and read them immediately. I can only hope that the next book comes out quickly.”
~ THE ROMANCE STUDIO
~COFFEE TIME ROMANCE
I'm going to do it again this week with Last Flight of the Ark. Leave a comment under this post no later than Friday at midnight, and I'll draw a name from the virtual hat on Saturday and announce the winner in my post.
This is the riddle of the Sphinx and it suggests that the link with man and beast has been around a very long time indeed. But how far back can we track the legend of the werewolf and where does it get it's roots? It's suggested, that Ergot, a mold found in rye fed into the hysteria several times in the past, but hysteria is fed from beliefs. Ergot, the original LSD is suspected of wrecking havoc in civilization as far back a Ancient Greece. So were did the roots of those beliefs start?
- Research suggests, about 140,000 years ago man and wolves began to establish a common bond and evolved together--literally.
- Discoveries of alters in some of the earliest human settlements suggest that humans had bear, wolf and various other animal cults. In fact animals had become common elements of their myths and legends.
- 25,000 BC, Franco Cantabrian cave artists depicted humans with animal heads and features.
- There's argument about the age of the Sphinx, but for the sake of this post, we're going to say it came into being around 3000 BC. If you search cultures throughout the world, you will find the Sphinx was a common feature in myth and legend and not entirely an Egyptian icon. From Greece, Rome, India, Burma, Sri Lanka, Thailand and Sumeria, it played a role in religious beliefs of the time.
- 2000 BC The Epic of Gilgamesh was written down and Enkidu born. Werewolves came to life in literature.
- Jump forward to 1589 and the execution of werewolf Peter Stubbe. A very sadistic man with a lot of issues that fed into the legend and the paranoia of the time. He also gave birth to the modern version of the monster often seen in Hollywood films.
Evolution never happened so fast.
Twelve hours outside of Terra II, Colonel Kaleb Titan, a molecular geneticist and commander of the Ark, faces a life or death choice that could change the fate of mankind.
The Genesis I, aka the Ark, travels with a hold full of wildlife and three crew members. When a wolf bite and genetically-altering gamma radiation transform Kaleb, he notices his senses have been heightened, his libido has gone haywire and he can’t keep his hands off his crew. Worse yet, they don't seem inclined to stop him.
When their sister ship, the Genesis II arrives early, Kaleb’s problems compound. As soon as the command crew of the Genesis II boards, one whiff tells Kaleb they’re not from Earth or who they appear to be.
When he discovers that they’ve kept the Genesis II’s crew of over two thousand alive, he begins to believe their reasons may be far more ominous than anyone could have imagined. However, he also discovers what’s holding them back. The hijackers seem to be allergic to canines.
Now they're forced to employ biological warfare against their own, but will it be enough to save humanity?
History is about to repeat and only one species will survive.
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Last Flight of the Ark
Considering most of my characters are shifting cats, dogs, and wolves - my feeling frisky should come as no surprise. *grin* I love reading and writing about shifters, I enjoy the fact they can be any wild or domesticated animal, sweet little bunnies even - everything imaginable - and they all shift into: HUMANS!
My affair with shifters started a long... long... time ago with a movie - The Wolfman. The new one was okay, but I still prefer the 1941 version with Lon Chaney, Jr. I still get goosebumps when I hear the wolf howl. Then there's Ladyhawke, one of my all time favorite movies, where you get to see a hawk that becomes a woman, a wolf that becomes a man.
As a reader, what animal is your favorite shifter. What's your favorite shifter book or author?
For those unfamiliar with Mercy, allow me to introduce you. She's is a garage mechanic who also just happens to be a coyote shifter. But don't worry urban fantasy fans, this series has it's fair share of other paranormal and fantasy creatures: vampires, fae, ghosts and, yes, werewolves. Oh my!
There's so much that's unique about this series that I love. It's not often that you find a lead female character that's a mechanic & owns her own garage. And in shelves crammed with what most of think as a shifter, werewolves, we get a coyote shifter.
Each book in the series just gets more lush and rich with Patrica Briggs' storytelling. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm throughly enamored with the complicated weaving of multiple subplots. Jealous even.
So if you're looking for some a little different, this is the series for you. I posted the cover of River Marked just 'cause I love the artwork, but if you decide to pick up the series, start with Moon Called.
In the old days, it was a given that if you were bitten by a werewolf, you'd turn into one. Sometimes even a scratch was enough to do the trick. It was a good system. Kept the villagers scared and stabbing everything they could find with pitch forks.
In the past several years, born werewolves have made an appearance. They can bite and scratch you all they want, but you won't change. You're either born that way or you're not. It's also a good system, even if the villagers never got the memo. They pretty much still stab everything with pitch forks out of fear of the unknown.
What makes me prefer born to made is simple--it's damned hard work.
Let's focus on the aspect of werewolf romance.
All the romantic choices you make as a made wolf carry far less weight than if a born falls in love with a mortal.
If you're made, and you fall for a human, there may or may not be pack protocols to follow or other repercussions for your actions, but at the end of the day you can bite your lover and both go home happy. Unless you changed her without her permission, in which case, yeah, not so much.
If you're born, and you fall in love with a mortal, you have problems. Even though the immortality of werewolves is up for debate from series to series, it's generally a given the wolves will be long-lived. They will outlive their partner. There's no way around it. So falling in love is a painful prospect. The best they can hope for is supernatural aid in the form of another supernatural creature able to do the change (and in to what?) the wolf can't do alone. Or, they can bind their life to that of their mate (again, from series to series) and when the mortal dies the wolf does too. That gives us a poignant ending you'll almost never see inside of a romance novel. It's a painful, but poet resolution. I think it's my favorite.
So, how about y'all? Do you like your wolves born or made?
To celebrate these luscious creatures, I'm going to give away Bless the Beauty ~ Special Agent Fang Book One. I should warn you this is a molten title from Liquid Silver Books. Expect menage, lots of heat, and a desperate need for a cold shower when your done the book. If that all sounds fantastic to you, leave a comment with your email address and I'll drawn a winner on Monday to receive the ebook.
“Let me see if I can get my heart to stop racing and catch my breath long enough to do this book any justice with my review *takes a steadying breath and holds hand to chest* Readers I have just been taken for an exciting adventure and once again, Stacey Kennedy has delivered an amazing story. Filled with romance, heat and scorching Alpha males, BLESS THE BEAUTY is aptly titled and proves YET again, you can’t go wrong reading this authors work.” The Romance Reviews
The warm salty rush poured through my mouth as my fangs retracted back into my gums. An explosion of energy coursed through my veins, as it always did after I drank a mortal’s blood.
With my need met, I licked the wound along Chase’s warm neck, lowered my head back onto the pillow, then met the gaze of the luscious man above me.
Chase’s short blond hair and deep blue eyes more than appealed to me. Nothing about him was unattractive―right down to his succulent body defined by sculpted muscles. He was a splendid display of delicious mortal man.
With the release of my fangs from his neck, he braced himself against his hands and thrust harder. His body slammed against mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
The blood may excite him, but it fuelled me. The need to feel more of him consumed me. I thrust back while he moved between my legs. My moves matched his speed and added to the pressure building inside of me.
Apparently, his need was just as strong. He leaned back on his knees, placed his hands on my thighs and pulled them back along my body as he filled me completely, reaching down into my very soul.
My back arched as a rush of pleasure rocketed through me. An unrestrained whirl of pleasure stole my breath from the angle he forced upon me. With hard, powerful thrusts, he demanded my climax and I wasn’t unwilling.
I screamed, encouraged him to go harder and demanded him to free me from the intense rush of pleasure as he kept me at the very edge of release. He pounded against me as if he hated me and wanted to cause me pain, but I relished in it―wanted more.
Only a few more hard thrusts and the power of my release rushed through me. A scream of indulgence tore from my throat as I crumbled into pieces, reeled in the enlightened sensation that only existed when a body erupts into a state of bliss.
Sometime later―who knew how much time had actually passed―I was too busy recovering to give a damn, my mind began to clear and I laughed quietly. “That never does get old.”
Chase raised his head from where it was buried in my neck. His eyes soft in satisfaction as sweat poured off his skin. “Not with you it doesn’t.”
“Why?” My tone was playful and light as I intended. “Is it because I’m dangerous and drink your blood?”
He winked, grinned with the same playful edge. “You know I love danger and don’t give a shit that you’re a vampire.”
I did know. We’d been together five years and our relationship was still as strong as the first day we met. After I had the balls to tell him―show him, that is―the creature I was, our love had only deepened. Sure, it was an adjustment for him to realize such things existed. But after some time, he came around to the idea and I think even thrived off the fact that I wasn’t normal.
Reaching up, I took his face in my hands to pull his mouth back to mine. Sadly, I was disappointed when my phone beeped. “And there goes the fun.” I sighed against his mouth, placed my hands on his chest and gave a steady push.
He slid out of my sated body then slumped into a tired heap beside me, only to groan with echoed disapproval when his phone beeped seconds later.
I leaned over toward the night table, grabbed my phone and scrolled down the messages. The bright screen displayed, “Headquarters, 911.”
An urgent call from headquarters meant only one thing―a shitload of trouble. My annoyance at the interruption might have matched Chase’s if I didn’t love the rush of solving a crime. It took an embarrassing amount of years to settle into what I would call my dream career, but this was it. I’d found my place as part of the FBI Criminal Division.
There would come a time to move on, though. In ten years, it’d be obvious I didn’t age and would arouse suspicion. Certainly, a brand of trouble I did not need. I had five more years to enjoy the life I’d built for myself and I wasn’t about to waste a moment of it.
“We have to go.” I jumped out of bed and grabbed my clothes that rested on the floor. Eager and ready to work, yep, that was me!
Chase groaned again, nearly not as eager and reached his arms over his head. “This job is going to be the death of me.”
The death of him. I cringed with deep heartache and I tried not to realize how much of a sore spot that statement was. I stepped into my panties, pulled them up and felt sick at the thought that one day he’d be gone. But he was a mortal. I couldn’t change that fact. Well, I could, but I wouldn’t. Chase was a fine human and one I wanted left that way. Maybe it was selfish of me not to offer him immortality, but I loved him just the way he was. So, if that made me a self-centered bitch, then so be it.
When I say vampire, the first thing that probably comes to mind is fangs and blood-drinking. But another definition of vampire is a person who preys ruthlessly upon others. You all know the story of Vlad the Impaler, a Romanian Count whose legend spun the tale of Bram Stoker's Dracula. You might even be familiar with Erzabet Bathory, The Blood Countess, a very real and scary female serial killer who lived in Budapest in 1744 and gave birth to the term "blood bath", by bathing in the blood of young women she'd murdered, but are you familiar with Adam's first wife, Lilith, the reason women sing lullabies to their infants?
How about the Mara? A Slavic vampire thought to be created when a girl-child dies before she can be baptized or when a woman is unknowingly baptized by a corrupt priest? This spirit is doomed to walk the Earth until judgement day, preying on those as they sleep, taking human form and crushing them. Its favorite victims are human children, on which it also feeds on their blood, robbing them of their lives in vengeance for the life it was denied.
Have you heard of the Czechoslovakian Nelapsi? It destroys entire villages, glutting itself on the blood of every man, woman and child, as well as livestock and pets, before it moves on, leaving the area a wasteland.
How about the Keres, or Ker of Greece, who hover over battlefields, waiting to feed, or the Korean Kumiho, an evil fox that can shift its shape into a beautiful woman who seduces men and drains them of life and strength.
Have you heard of the Stryx of Ancient Rome who preferred to feed on the blood of innocents. She'd often transform into a crow or owl to seek prey. Stryx lived as normal humans and walked among the general population. A branch of white thorn on a child's window was thought to keep the Stryx away from children they'd been feasting from.
Speaking of Rome... Did you know that vendors often purchased the right to drain the blood of newly slain gladiators at the games in Ancient Rome? This blood was sold as a draught to the spectators for medicinal purposes and thought to cure epilepsy.
Here are a few more:
The Children of Judas--Serbia
Lofa--Native American (Chickasaw)
Atakapa--Native American (Choctaw)
Old Woman Bat--Native American (Apache)
Mai-Coh, Skinwalkers--Native American (Navajo)
Eng Banka--Malaysia (steals souls)
So, how did you do? How many of these vampires have you heard of? I've left many out. Can you name a few I didn't?
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