Another Dirty Rotten Vampire

And I'm Kindle Bound.

Yay! All of my currently self published books can now be found on KindleUnlimited. How will it work out for me? I don't know. I'm not one to check numbers, reviews and the like. I write because I LOVE it. My favorite genre is paranormal and that goes for reading also. Enjoy any vampire inspired book, and shifters are awesome in any form - dogs, wolves, hawks, horses, bears, and the list goes on.

If you want to look me up on Amazon, here's the link: https://www.amazon.com/J.-Hali-Steele/e/B0131HD0SW/  You'll also find my Changeling Press books there.

Ooh! I signed a contract for book 5 in the Dirty Rotten Vampire series and there is a hellhound shifter. I can't wait for it to come out. And if you're wondering Vald Gerlach is back and up to his tricks with Satan. Here's an unedited snippet:

Make Me Right

She could beg him to show mercy, but could she make him right?

Blurb:

Denton Blackstone is a monster, one the world will surely fear. Not even Jordan Scott knows his darkest secret. After she stumbles upon him injured on a hiking trail and takes him home, he turns into her most ferocious protector. Becoming her lover, Denton continues to hide behind the cover of being human though he knows something inside him is rapidly changing and it begins to take its toll.

Jordan Scott isn’t afraid of the largest black hound she’d ever seen; in fact, she takes him home. When he begins to escape nightly, she’s afraid he might attack a human. Little does she know her life is entwined with the beast’s destiny and his deadly need will change her forever.

Excerpt:

“911. Where’s your emergency?”

“Fleetwood Street. It’s a…a… Jesus, I don’t know!” The stranger’s phone clattered to the pavement.

“Sir? Hello?”

“Help me!”

Controlling heat in his eyes, eyes Denton knew would be red, struggling to hold back horns painfully pushing from his skull, he grasped the man’s neck. “For every drop of blood each animal lost,” lifting the culprit a foot in the air, he pressed him against the wall, “I will take the same from your veins.”

The man wheezed, “Don…don’t.”

“I can’t understand you.”

An emergency operator’s voice squawked from the abandoned phone lying near Denton’s feet. Long, ragged teeth slipped from his gums and he salivated.

“Oh Jesus!”

“We located you via GPS. Help is on the way.”

Loosening his grip, Denton allowed the piece of shit to breathe. Spittle splashed his cheeks when the jackass yelled, “I won’t ever do it again! Please… I…”

The operator’s voice continued, “Is there someone with you?”

“I know you won’t.” Denton leaned closer. He wanted to slip into the furry animal he’d always been. Something stopped him, held him fast in his new human form. He preferred his dog to this cold, hairless… The other $thing he knew came straight from Hell. What new horror contaminated him?

“Nooo…”

“Sir? Are you there? Hello? Hello?”

“Stop!”

Jordan! Denton dropped the man at the sound of one voice that could beg for his mercy, stop him from releasing a creature who was no longer in his total control. Until now he’d kept what he was hidden from her. He called himself a man in this form but he knew he was something else. Especially when mental telepathy started and horny knots came and went on his head. How had she snuck up on him when, now, all he smelled was her? He pivoted. “I can’t hide anymore.” Glancing at the trembling man huddled on the ground overwhelmed him with an odd thirst. Not so much for blood this time. Denton wanted his soul.

Forget him, see only her. Brown, shoulder length hair drawn into a severe ponytail, long legs, thick thighs and wide hips. Pouty lips he loved tasting were bare of color. Dirty, foul smelling alley was cool, damp, causing nipples to poke material of her thick cotton tee as her ample breasts rose with each intake of air. “Jordan.”

“What the…?”

Under the street lamp, he took in rapidly blinking hazel eyes. “Forgive me.”

“What are you?”

“Something you should never see,” he whispered weakly. To no avail, he begged what grew inside him not to do this in front of her. He pulled the creep back up and snarled, “Satan has a special place for you.” He sank jagged incisors into the bastard’s neck and prepared to yank his jugular out before the stranger fainted. Denton wanted him to feel pain.

“Denton, don’t, please.” She pleaded, “Stop.”

Teeth ached as he struggled to withdraw.

Who, what sought to control his mind now? Where was the one who made him and why hadn’t he surfaced again. Which culprit had secreted information in his psyche on how to survive in his new body? How to fashion clothing and other items he required, how to wrest another man’s ideas away from him, even change their philosophies. Who had led him to the place he now called home and left him with enough money to begin what could only be a miserable existence? A new thirst demanding to be quenched rode him relentlessly.

Where the fuck are you? Denton’s words, screamed inside his head, were silent to the rest of the city but to him, they were loud, and so very painful.

I'll keep you posted on release information and you know you'll see the cover as soon as I get it.
Meanwhile, if it's blood you're after try The Triumvirate series: White Blood, I Won't Stop, and Twice the Burn. Three hot men and the men and women they love. All on KindleUnlimited at:
https://www.amazon.com/J.-Hali-Steele/e/B0131HD0SW/  Here's the video -

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

Color of Romance

Hi everyone! I've missed being here and can only say I'm happy as heck to be back though I did over sleep. Occasionally personal things get in the way and it took a while to push them aside - but I'm back!

I've been busy writing and hope you've noticed! My latest series about vampires are all multicultural/interracial with MM and MMF storylines which started as one book. However, when characters begin conversing among themselves - that often changes. One wants a story, then another, and another... With them all, romance comes in many colors!

The Triumvirate started out as WHITE BLOOD, Cayson Covett and Jackson Reynold's story written for Nightshade Collections in honor of Loving Day in June of this year. I didn't see I WON'T STOP coming until Layne Indigo smacked me on the head and said: "Really? Did you expect I'd sit by quietly and let those other guys have all the sex...umm, I meant fun!" I'm glad he complained because I enjoyed writing his story. It was even better getting to know Julius Talmane in TWICE THE BURN. He kind of needled everyone in the first two stories and plain just screwed around living on the fringes of life but when he finds his mate, Isaiah 'Ice' Sims, and then falls for Layne's mother, things get pretty sticky considering Juls and Layne were once together! Watching him find happiness made me feel good and Julius' story has become my favorite.

They are all at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.

Here's a bit from TWICE THE BURN:

Julius Talmane turns Isaiah Sims because he desires having him forever. The Triumvirate has little choice but to give its blessing considering Julius is not only its third member, he’s Layne Indigo’s best friend. What he didn’t see coming is falling for one woman he should never ever dream of touching.

One creature seizes Piara Kaur Indigo’s attention; another is thrown in her lap. Not only does she crave both, together, she intends to keep them. Their inability to hide shared carnal desires from Piara’s son, Layne, the strongest, most magical vampire alive, may well spin civilization toward destruction. Nature is on a rampage and no one is safe!

Normally better at camouflaging what he felt, Isaiah shivered as if someone walked over his grave. More importantly, why had the monster set up shop in his psyche? Bastard continued to sift through every open pathway stealing bits and pieces of his mundane life. “Get the fuck out!” he growled.

“Ice, dude!”

Looking up he realized not only the chef eyed him, two other employees peered at him through shelving. “I’ll be back.” Both men stepped aside when he limped past and headed up a flight of stairs to his spacious apartment. Locking the door, he immediately began to strip clothes off on the way to his bathroom. “No, no, not now, not a man.” Don’t let him see! Stepping in the shower, he set the faucet to spew tepid water down his body which, though it felt overheated, continued to tremble as though ice water sloshed through his veins. “I will kill you if I ever lay eyes on you.” Christ, he’d never felt one like this, not attached to every sensual nerve linked to his brain cells, not burrowed so deep inside him… “Jesus, God, help me.” He allowed water to sluice down his back while soaping his chest and belly. Reaching his crotch, he begged, “Please, please don’t watch me.”

* * *

Julius had dematerialized and ended standing in front of a mirror in his suite’s bathroom thinking first thing he should do is inform Layne. Empathic individuals were scarce and many of those surviving had been mustered by vampires into service, their abilities honed and used as instruments against their own people.

“Not him, not Isaiah Sims. Leave him be.” Julius never desired anyone this much except… No! He thought he’d shoved her from his mind. Falling the fuck apart. Ignoring his own advice, Julius planted himself in the man’s psyche where Isaiah discovered him immediately, felt Julius’ furtive tentacles reach into every corner of his brain snatching parts of his life. “Christ, he almost controls his power.” Many empaths shut down completely by leaving society and they subsisted away from anything living. Some lost their minds and lived out remaining days in mental institutions while many more, unable to handle the cacophony of voices as well as feelings rattling through their heads, ended their lives before they even reached adulthood.

Julius had travelled up steps with Ice and entered a large apartment where he undressed, scrambled through an airy room into his bathroom, and turning water on, he stepped under a cool spray. Julius grasped every move, he even began to stroke his cock in time with Ice until he made a fantastic discovery. His heart thundered at learning Isaiah had yet to give himself to a man, take pleasure the way he always dreamed. “Mine!” Julius exclaimed.

Trying to remain quietly ensconced in Isaiah’s head wasn’t easy. In fact, he failed miserably as his own neediness swept through his body and rendered his dick so hard his vision blurred, but then Isaiah pleaded, Please, please don’t watch me. Agony in his words dropped Julius to one knee.

Julius Talmane’s existence had become one of imparting pleasure to anyone interested. Stay in his head, give him what he craves. “What the fuck!” Julius, unable to regain his feet, couldn’t find it in himself to disobey such a heartfelt cry. “I can’t do this,” he whispered as he relinquished Isaiah’s mind.

The Triumvirate books 1 & 2

WHITE BLOOD

When bitten, blood runs in one color.

Cayson left Jackson and he's pissed off—Jack has one question: "How many vampires banged your ass?"

I WON'T STOP

Ancient blood runs deep and it's much colder!

Layne Indigo threw a racist prick out the window of a high rise office building in White Blood. See what he's up to in the second Triumvirate story

Hope you get to enjoy my bloody boys!

They are all at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.

“Life is complicated, it’s loud. Death arrives silently.” - From TWICE THE BURN

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