Quench that Thirst!

THIRSTY Published By: Razor's Edge Press ISBN # 9781605219081 (Also available at All Romance Ebooks)

To quench her thirst, she'll have to dance with the devil!

Monique has finally found a place where she can live out her fantasies. Little does she know the den of iniquity she's walked into is inhabited by every monster in the world. Nolan, a vampire who works as a Slayer, wants to give the human woman her every wish. But first, Satan's son has to be reckoned with.

The one thing both agreed on is that Moni should have what she wants -- enough sex to quench her thirst.

Excerpt:

     Nolan’s voice sounded a long way off. “Monique, you’ve entered the true den of iniquity. We’re all unearthly, otherworldly -- whatever else humans call us monsters nowadays.” His eyes turned various shades of blazing red while he spoke.

     The stories were true. “Umm… I should go.” Would he, would they, let her?

     “Every eye trained on you will protect you now until the day you die.”

     Her body trembled. “Why?”

     “Because I said so.”

     Lord, help me.

     An overwhelming feeling of safety washed through her mind, cleansing the fear that had threatened to blossom out of control. Two pointed teeth gleamed in a quizzical smile. “I won’t deny he exists, but it’s me, a vampire, who will take care of you here.” He tilted his head toward the room. “As will those loyal to me.”

     The bartender picked that moment to arrive at the table with two beers.

     Taking a deep breath, she asked Nolan, “Did you read in my mind that I drink beer?”

     Both men laughed heartily. The answer came from the bartender. “It’s a game we play. I’m Peris, and I own the club.”

     “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Her mouth formed an O. “Shit, you can read my mind too?”

     “Babe, we all knew what you wanted, and any one of us would have gladly given it to you the way you played that beer bottle with your tongue.”

     It dawned on her what the game was. “You wanted to watch what I’d do with the bottle in my mouth.”

     “Hell, yeah! Definitely gave me ideas of other things that bottle, and that tongue, could be used for.”

     Not quite as tall, but more muscular than Nolan, the younger man’s eyes were whiskey brown with a hint of fire dancing in their depths. Dark, dark hair laced with a reddish hue curled at his neck. A bright, sexy, and genuine smile showed even white teeth. It was the devilish twinkle in his eyes that sucked her right in. Continuing to laugh, Peris brushed warm fingers across her shoulders. Moni shuddered beneath their touch.

     Not afraid…

     Wait a minute. “Who’s controlling me now?”

     Nolan chuckled and reached for her hand. Pulling it to his lips, he planted a moist kiss in the palm. "I only took your fear away. Your thoughts, fantasies, and ideas, which, by the way, I love, are yours. You can leave any time, and you'd be safer than when you walked through the door." A wide grin spread across his face. "Plus, I don't think controlling you would be an easy thing to do and I'm the best there is at doing just that."

    

Are you Thirsty yet?

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

It's Friday

Okay, am I allowed to say Summer is flying by--too fast--it's mid June already. Oh, right, officially it doesn't start until the 20th, or is it the 21st? Either way, I'm already enjoying the hot-as-hell weather which feels like Summer should feel!! And that brings me to my post. *grin*

Coming soon from Razor's Edge Press.

THIRSTY

To quench her thirst, she'd have to dance with the devil...

 Monique finally found a place where she could live out her fantasy. Little did she know the den of iniquity she'd walked into was inhabited by every monster in the world.

Nolan, a vampire who worked as a Slayer, wanted to give the human woman her every wish. But first, Satan's son had to be reckoned with. The one thing both agreed on was Moni should have what she wanted--enough sex to quench her thirst.

The sound of the door swinging in distracted them both.

God damn, the woman was striking. Tall, curvaceous, and with dark brown hair to her ass, an ass that cried out to be fucked. Christ. Nolan’s cock came alive. So did every other part of his body, which took a lot of doing considering he’d been dead too many years to count.

Peris chuckled on the other side of the counter, giving his balls a nice squeeze. “Looks like a live one to me. I might make a play for her myself.”

“Not unless you’re looking forward to visiting relatives.” Peris had connections to the hierarchy below, but, with the dark one’s permission, Nolan would send the young man to Hell in a heartbeat. Nolan had been called lots of things -- dead, undead, bloodsucker, motherfucker -- and he lived up to every one of them. He was a Slayer, and he was the best. “Get the lady a beer. Let’s see what she does with it.”

Watching the woman make her way to the bar, he took a deep breath. Human. Omen’s wasn’t a place humans popped into often, and for good reason. The cloying feeling of imminent danger was prevalent, a vibe even the shallowest human sensed the minute they entered the establishment.

This one ignored it, so she must be looking for something. Or someone. The blood pulsing through her gorgeous body would soon be running through his veins. Wouldn’t kill her, vamps didn’t do that anymore. Okay, some did, but they were the ones he took out of play, and he enjoyed every minute of it.

She slid onto a stool at the opposite end of the bar, and it felt like she’d plopped into his lap. Cum slipped from the slit on his dick, which jerked violently inside his designer slacks. He reached up to loosen a button or two at the collar of the stark white silk shirt he wore. Getting into her panties, if she wore any, was going to be pure joy. After fucking her senseless, he’d taste her -- just a little bit if she was worth another ride. If not, he’d have a full meal before sending her home.

Peris delivered a cold brew with a glass and turned away, pretending to straighten the bottles of liquor on display. Nolan, adjusting his heightened vision, gazed right into her eyes when she looked his way. One hazel, one brown -- not something he saw often. Tipping the bottle toward him, she smiled and nodded before putting it to her lips. No glass! Excellent. A cock sucker, and he’d bet every year he had lived she was a good one. When her pink tongue darted through painted red lips, wrapped around the top of the bottle and licked it dry, he made his move.

Easing into her mind, he sifted through all the day’s clutter. Such tiny panties. With a groan that lodged in his throat, he backed out, sniffing at the air. Sweet. What he’d unearthed in her mind made his dead heart beat like a drum. Fantasies should be played out, and he intended to help with hers.

Are you Thirsty yet!

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

It's Friday

*Peeping from under the covers* "Are the monsters all gone?"

May, was a fun month, Memorial Day has come and gone - it's summertime!! *YEAH*

Due to my job, I get to be up in the wee hours of the morning, and I love it. Quiet, dark, the perfect breeding ground for monsters of all sorts. Especially in my mind. *grin* I've been getting some writing done and this past week Zader's Menagerie hit the cyber bookshelves, so if you've been keeping up with the bloody cats, don't miss this entry which introduces a wolf... err... two, actually. July will see the release of Thirsty, a hot little story about a woman with a fantasy, a vampire who wants to help her live it, and the devil's son who knows just how to make her happy. It has all the good things monsters are made of.

What's really on my mind is writing, and the fact that I'm finding time to do it again. Not as much as I was, but I am writing. That's another thing about the quiet, dark nights. No ringing phones, no cars whizzing by, no interruptions whatsoever. Ahh, the joy of it all. *laughing*

And you know what else? I'm finding time to cook!! Yesterday it was homemade meatballs, with a gravy that was out of this world. Chunks of peppers in every color - red, green, yellow, even orange. Extra jalapeno, of course. The vadalia onions were so sweet! On a soft roll, it was to die for. Fast food quickly loses it's appeal when it's all you have time for. I'm catching up with some of my favorite shows via On Demand. Ooh, if you haven't seen The Voice, you must, must see it.  Talk about talent.

Finally, I'm eyeing my bookshelf, which looks amazingly like an oasis in the middle of the desert. And boy, oh boy, am I thirsty.

What should I read?

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

It's Friday...

The 13th!

Vampire vs. Vampyre...

The Vampire by Philip Burne-Jones

The same, yet different. One, vampyre, is considered an ‘obsolete’ spelling. A spelling not seen or used often anymore, and that’s why I chose it for my stories. After all, I’m writing about prehistoric cats infected with the bloodlust of vampyres. To use vampire seemed, too new, too American, too normal -- if you can call being a vampyre normal! *grin* It certainly isn’t the first time this spelling’s been used (see John Polidori’s short story The Vampyre), it won’t be the last. I, in fact, use the spelling vampire in a modern day story I’ve written for Razor’s Edge Press. Using vampire felt right for this much more modern story. Okay, I’ve probably thoroughly confused you, so I’ll move on.

Exactly how many other words, phrases, or ways are there to describe the bloodsuckers? Dhampir, Nosferatu, Sanguinarian, plain old Undead. The list goes on, and I didn’t even touch on regional names such as Vrykolakas (Greek), or Strigoi (Romanian).

 How many do you know? Feel free to share or discuss them today --
on Friday, the 13th!

Meanwhile, here’s an unedited snippet from THIRSTY, coming soon to Razor’s Edge Press.

     Another glance around the room quickly changed everything. Red, green, even orange eyes glowed from every dark corner. Holy shit! What had she walked into? She hadn't been afraid to come out on her own because any room full of normal men she could handle, but this?

     Nolan's voice sounded a long way off. "Monique, you've entered the true den of iniquity, we're all unearthly, otherworldly—whatever else humans call us monsters nowadays." His eyes turned various shades of blazing red while he spoke.
     The stories were true. "Umm… I should go." Would he, would they, let her?

     "Every eye trained on you will protect you now until the day you die."

     Her body trembled. "Why?"

     "Because I said so."

     An overwhelming feeling of safety washed through her mind, cleansed the fear that had threatened to blossom out of control. Lord, help me.

     Two pointed teeth gleamed in a quizzical smile. "I won't deny he exists, but it's me, a vampire, that will take care of you here." He tilted his head toward the room, "As will those loyal to me."

     The young man from behind the bar picked that moment to arrive at the table with two beers. Taking a deep breath, she asked Nolan, "Did you read in my mind that I drink beer?"

     Both men laughed heartily.

     The answer came from the bartender. "It's a game we play. I'm Peris, and I own the club."

     "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Her mouth formed an O. "Shit, you can read my mind too?"

     "Baby, we all knew what you wanted, and anyone of us would have gladly given it to you the way you played that beer bottle with your tongue."

     It dawned on her what the game was. "You wanted to watch what I'd do with the bottle in my mouth."

     "Hell, yeah! Definitely gave me ideas of other things that bottle, and that tongue, could be used for."

     Not quite as tall, but more muscular than Nolan, the younger Peris' eyes were whiskey brown with a hint of fire dancing in their depths. Dark, dark hair laced with a reddish hue curled at his neck. A bright, sexy, and genuine, smile showed even white teeth. It was the devilish twinkle in his eyes that sucked her right in. Continuing to laugh, he brushed warm fingers across her shoulders. Moni shuddered beneath their touch. Not afraid… wait a minute. "Who's controlling me now?"

     Nolan chuckled, reached for her hand, and pulling it to his lips, he planted a moist kiss in the palm. "I only took your fear away. Your thoughts, fantasies, and ideas, which, by the way I love, are yours. You can leave anytime, and you'd be safer than when you walked through the door." A wide grin spread across his face. "Plus, I don't think controlling you would be an easy thing to do, and I'm the best there is at doing just that."

     Unable to do otherwise, Moni relaxed, felt damn good in fact. Two of the hottest men she'd ever seen in her life, and both were touching her. Fantasies didn't get any better.

     "Ah, but they do. I haven't tasted or fucked that sweet pussy yet." His eyes, blue again, bore into her. "Everyone of yours will come true tonight."

     The hand on her shoulder scorched her skin. "Ouch!"

     Nolan's look shot fire at the man beside her. "Peris, you forget yourself?"

     "Not at all. Omen's is mine, I only let you play here."

     "Son-of-a-bitch! You want her?"

     Turning to Peris, Moni's breath left her body in a whoosh. "What the…"

     Nolan's eerily soft laughter filled the club. "Meet the son of Satan."

     Hells bells, she was truly fucked now.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele