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Dirty Rotten Vampires series continues with #3 - Hold Me Hard
If interested, find a free read, Not The Garden of Eden, HERE at Changling's Encounter site about an upcoming character who's the dirtiest, rottenest vampire alive. Check it out! And, yes, Adam will make an appearance in the full novella, Dare Me Once, and he's damn naughty.
Vigier
Stone fought tirelessly for supremacy of his kind as a member of the vampire
council. After betrayal by a few, Vig goes to war again -- this time against
demons seeking power and threatening destruction of all half-breeds including
the one he desires. The demi-vamp has captured his heart and soul, creating an
out-of-control master hell-bent on annihilating anything that dares keep her
from him.
Excerpt
Vig took this all in as she neared and his
fingers itched to run through her short, almost black, unruly curls as Ki
wedged between his legs.
“No magic.”
“If I wish it.” He wore only black slacks.
“Remove one piece at a time.” His breathing escalated as Ki lifted the hem of
her shirt and inched it up and over golden, lace-enveloped breasts. “Stop.” Vig
leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her navel. An athletically toned body and
soft, perfumed skin beckoned him to explore the tiny indentation. His tongue
jabbed in and out, mimicking what he’d do to her with his cock. “Do you want
me?”
“Yes.” She relinquished her hold on the
shirt and pushed fingers through his hair. “You cut it.”
Vig grasped her ass and clenched his
thighs, capturing Ki between them. “It got in the way.” He ran his tongue in
circles around her belly button where, afterward, he laid his head and savored
the warmth for a moment. “And you wished it.”
“You look like a
petulant boy.”
Licking a path to her bra, Vig used fangs
to rip the material, enjoying the way it made Ki tremble. “Is that why you
blushed?”
“I blushed knowing what you’d do to me.”
“Will you like it?” He yanked the lacy
material, dragging her down.
“God!”
He swatted her ass hard. “Who?”
“Vigier, oh Jesus, Vig.”
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NEW! is
Her Maine Stud, part of
Changeling's SOS multi-authors series. I really liked writing about Tyrant Blue Blade Runner and Coral Gillespie - the girl has a way with words!
Tyrant
Blue Blade Runner, special agent with the U.S. Dept. of Fish and Wildlife
Special Outreach Services Division known as SOS, shouldn’t dally with a woman
whose accident he perpetrated. Turns out Coral Gillespie is not only stealing
cats from his property, she’s having some neutered! While monitoring the thief,
her pert nose, saucy way with words, and generous swell of hips not only
captures Ty’s attention, the wily woman may become his undoing.
Excerpt
Goddamn Gryphon! When he saw his brother, he’d demand to know why
he hadn’t divulged information as important as Coral risking her life.
“You okay with this? You look funny.”
Ty tightened his hands around the steering wheel. “I’m fine.”
“Promise you’ll follow my lead or stay in the truck.”
Follow her lead! Christ, his ass was in deep shit because
no way would he allow anyone to get within a hair’s breadth of her. “Sure, got
it.”
“Pull over here. I want to peep in this guy’s backyard.”
“Why?”
“He’s got a shepherd he treats like shit. I’ve warned him once.”
“He doesn’t get a second chance?”
“Hell no.” She opened the door before he came to a complete stop
and grinned at him over her shoulder. “Today, it’s the dog’s turn for a
chance.”
After parking, he jumped out and trotted after her. Coral had
already eaten up half the alley at a slow run. On her heels, he couldn’t keep
his eyes off her ass encased in black leather. When she came to a stop, Ty
slammed into the back of her and wrapped his arms around her waist to steady
Coral. “Sorry.”
“Gee-willikers,” she hissed.
The words were so incongruous with her attitude and attire, Tyrant
burst out laughing.
“Keep it down, he’s always home.”
“Sorry.”
She turned to glare at him, hands on hips. “You are.”
“I’m what?”
“Sorry.” She shook her head. “I can’t do this with you, go wait in
the truck.”
“Like hell I will.”
“Tyrant! I don’t need you to back me up. I’ve done this for
years.”
“Why didn’t I know about it?”
“Umm, because we just met?” Coral’s hazel eyes pierced him. “Look,
you’re one hell of a specimen of man, but I could probably take your ass in
under ten seconds.”
He grew more irritated with each passing moment. “Do what you have
to so we can get the hell out of here.”
They reached a chain link fence with a hole only large enough for
Coral to fit through, and she quickly folded her body and slipped into the
muddy, garbage-strewn yard. She turned a corner and he lost sight of her. “Hey,
boy.” Her soft voice slid down his spine and started his cock on a trip to
bone-hard town. Christ! Not now.
He heard a gruff voice yell, “Gillespie, touch my dog, and I’ll
knock your fucking ass out.”
“Okay, you know I’m here.”
A thud followed by grunting sent him into action. Jumping the
fence, Tyrant ran a few feet and turned the corner to see Coral straddling a
two hundred pound man and binding his hands with plastic cuffs.
“I’m leaving these a little loose.” She tugged the ties. “You can
yell for your girl to cut them once I leave.”
“Bitch!”
“Another word, I’ll clobber your ass again, Jinks.” She tapped his
face. “I told you he’d better look healthier in a week.”
“I feed him table scraps.”
“Jinks, he needs regular meals and fresh water. Don’t you get
that?”
“One more chance, my kid loves him.”
“No more, it’s his turn now.”
“Fine. I can’t stand the fucker.”
“Then we don’t have a problem.” She looked over her shoulder.
“Took you long enough. Loosen the dog’s rope and get him out of here.”
He got the dog loose and said, “I’m not leaving you.”
“Oh for goodness sakes.” She stood and nudged the man on the
ground with a booted toe. “Don’t move until we’re gone or I’ll use this again.”
She waved the nightstick in the air, and for the first time, Tyrant noticed
blood running from the man’s nose.
Fuckin’ A, Coral was badass!
So, there ya go, I've been busy and I hope you enjoy the stories!
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.
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He drives when the
need arises; it's a ride Grange Stafford looks forward to, one that sustains
his life force -- a ride that will end fulfilling every imagined carnal
yearning.
