OF WOLF'S BLOOD by Charisma Knight

OF WOLF'S BLOOD by Charisma Knight

In an effort to escape her sister's sadistic lust for power and her clan's dark family curse, Simone retreats into the world of the vampire for survival purposes. While dwelling within the coven, she meets her vampire mates Sax and Lucius. Eventually, coven law requires them to turn her vampire. There's just one little problem. Her mates are unaware of Simone's true nature. How will Simone survive the vampires discovering her identity--especially when others of her kind have been enemies of Steeleheart Coven for centuries? Furthermore, can she escape her sister's clutches and avoid embracing the dark destiny of her clan?

Warning: This book sandwiches a mocha beauty between two sexy vampires.

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Of Wolf's Blood Excerpt

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the bar changed, and an invisible force caressed her cheek, sending bolts of pleasure riveting down her spine and to her core. Moisture clung between her thighs, and her nipples tightened against the leather bustier.

Two large vampires, one redheaded and the other white-haired, made their way over to the bar. The sea of writhing bodies seemingly parted just for them. The aura of power they exuded hung heavy in the air, causing the hair on Simone’s neck to stand on end. As they approached, their eyes held hers in rapt attention. Both smiled at her, flashing their fangs.

Immediately she was intrigued and couldn’t explain the sudden attraction to them both. “Who are they?” she whispered to Raoul.

“Lucius, the redhead, is brother to coven leader, Lazius, and first in command. The white-haired dude is second in command,” Raoul said with haste as he prepared their drinks. “His name is Sax, and he loves Bloody Orgasms. Don’t disappoint. They’ve known each other for over six hundred years.”

“Ah, this little chocolate beauty could never disappoint,” Sax said, as he sat on a barstool. “Pay him no mind, beautiful,” he rasped. “We won’t bite—much,” he said with a grin as he extended his hand. “You are . . . ?”

“I’m Simone,” she said in a firm voice, despite her body’s sudden disobedience. What the hell happened that caused her libido and temperature to go crazy?

Lucius extended his hand. When she shook it, he rose, planting a smoldering kiss on the back of hers, sending tiny electric currents over her mocha skin. He sat down and smiled. “You’re exquisite,” he said in a gruff voice. “Why the hell are you working in here? Where is your male?”

Simone’s pulse quickened. Did the vampires know her true nature? Sweat beaded her brow as her mind urgently sought an answer.

“My male?”

Sax laughed. “Yes, many human women have male vampire mates. Some have female vampire mates, if that is their choice.” He glared at her with intense, glowing blue orbs. “You’re too gorgeous to be without a male,” he breathed huskily. “Or males.” He added with a smile.

After breathing a sigh of relief, she answered quickly. “Oh, no, I . . . don’t have a male,” she confessed with embarrassment. Her heart raced as a sudden ache erupted deep inside her. Her alter ego eagerly scratched the surface of her human façade. The female needed to be released to mate. She wanted both like nobody’s business, and as far as she could tell, they wanted her, too.

Lucius leaned his elbows against the black marble bar, his chin pressing against the backs of his hands. “Aren’t you due for a break?” He cast her a look that sliced through her being like a knife cutting butter.

Raoul chimed in. “She is, but since the stroke of midnight, the crowd has peaked.”

Sax turned slightly to shoot the bartender a disapproving glare. “Point being?”

Raoul fixed his lips to speak, but Lucius interrupted.

“Choose your words wisely, Raoul, or tonight shall be your last.”

So, this is what the attitude of a male warrior vampire was like. She shuddered. Warriors were known for their fierceness. Perhaps they would make formidable allies against her clan. Just as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she dismissed it. Who was she fooling? If the vampires discovered her true nature, there was no doubt in her mind they’d unleash a fate worse than death upon her.

“So,” Lucius pressed on with a quick nod of his head. “Come, sit with us. We’ll buy you a few rounds of whatever it is you drink.” Something gnawed at her soul. The look in his eyes—in both vampires’ eyes—consumed her. The ruby vibrated against her skin. They sure as hell weren’t using their powers on her. She was untouchable to vampires and to her clan.

She quickly glanced at Raoul, who had all but given up hope. As a blur, he quickly waited on patrons filling the overly packed bar.

The vampires treated her like no male had ever treated her before. They were soft-spoken, but she knew if given reason, they’d chastise her. Right now, she longed to know what it would be like sandwiched between both creatures.

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DARK HEARTS OF CHARM CITY by Charisma Knight

DARK HEARTS OF CHARM CITY by Charisma Knight

After claiming Diana, Julian realizes the deadly mistake he's made. Once Diana rejects him, he's forced to work with her best friend, Charlene in order to save her life. But is it too late? Does he have a chance to redeem himself and save the love it took him centuries to acquire?

After experiencing betrayal at the hands of Julian, Diana succumbs to the one thing she finds most desirable. Unfortunately, her dark path leads her down a long and dangerous road when she meets up with the rogue elder, Michael Vitello.

Although she rejected Julian, she discovers her love for him grows stronger with each passing moment. She's still in denial when her hasty decisions thrust her in harm's way, and she discovers, albeit a little too late, how much she truly loves Julian.

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“Now, is that any way to talk to the man who’s about to make your toes curl? Look at me, hon,” he demanded. He smiled as the girl focused upon his eyes. Hers were filled with sadness, and a small desire not to exist. “Allow me to accompany you home. A beautiful woman should not be allowed to walk these dangerous streets alone,” he said, extending an arm to the unsuspecting victim.

Completely under his power now, the woman nodded.

"What is your name, beautiful?” He smiled as she entwined her arm with his. He tightened his grip when she did not answer.

“Jodi,” she murmured with a half smile.

“Ahh, Jodi.” The name rolled off his lips in sweet abandon. “Such a beautiful name,” he crooned to the beautiful woman with shoulder-length braids. “Tell me, Jodi, will you let me fuck you senseless, once we’re inside?”

“Yes,” the woman answered breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he replied with a smile. His incisors itched to penetrate her skin. He exhaled sharply as Jodi led them to a brick row house at the end of the street. He smiled even more when she retrieved the keys from her purse, letting them both into her home.

As soon as she turned on the lights, Michael closed in on her, ripping the leather coat and clothing from her body until she stood naked before him. He salivated as he pushed his prey to the plush black sofa and spread her legs wide. Jodi whimpered with pleasure as he stroked her engorged nubbin, bringing forth from her willing body a river of cream.

Without warning, he sank between her thighs, lapping at her cunt until her body shuddered in pleasure. He bit down on the swollen button as he slid a finger inside her tight cavern. Slowly, he pulled the cream-coated digit out and sucked on it. In a fit of sexual frenzy, he latched onto Jodi’s inner thigh, allowing the crimson fluid to fill his parched, dead body. Dead cells awakened with every gulp of the woman’s savory liquid. Her moans and squeals of pleasure rang through his head, driving him deeper into madness.

Slowly, he rose and nestled himself between her thighs, enjoying the contrast of her caramel skin and his alabaster flesh as his cock sought refuge deep inside her body. Several hard strokes elicited shrieks from her throat, and she wrapped thick thighs around his muscular body.

“Harder,” she demanded as his cock tunneled deeper inside her.

He growled, his demon pacing back and forth, ready to consume her. He enjoyed the heels digging into his ass cheeks as he pumped his tool in and out of hot, living flesh. Like a madman possessed, he penetrated her carotid artery, making his victim loosen her grip. He wouldn’t kill her, at least not now. She’d be his little plaything for the evening, to use over and over again, as he saw fit, until he grew bored. Maybe he’d keep her around until the next evening, then kill her and dump her body into the harbor.

Michael sucked hard with every beat of her heart, relishing in the swooshing sound of her blood traveling through her veins and arteries. Suddenly, her heartbeat slowed, and he eased up.

With a mighty roar, his seed filled the human woman’s body as her screams of pleasure and pain filled his head. His beast was far from being sated, he decided, and he continued his demanding thrusts into his willing slave.

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THE BEAST WITHIN by Charisma Knight

THE BEAST WITHIN by Charisma Knight

Diana Carrington is a hard working, independent, and outgoing business woman during the week. During the weekends she becomes the hunter, of men…On the prowl for some strange leads her to vampire, Julian Grey…Suddenly, Diana becomes the hunted.

From the moment he laid eyes on Diana in Club Tek Noir, vampire Julian Grey decided he had to possess her, even if for only one night. The first bite in the back of his SUV was the first step that would ultimately lower his defenses. The following weekend proved to be promising as the second bite escalated explosive passion and ancient carnal desires for both.

At first, Diana was just another conquest, until Julian sought out another as he always did. Strong emotions and desire bring Julian and Diana together, but can their relationship survive the menacing dark demon lurking beneath Julian’s human facade, and his betrayal?

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‘TGIF,’ was all Diana Carrington could think of as she made a beeline for the nearest exit of her office. The crisp November breeze greeted her, causing her nipples to swell, as she walked across the parking lot to her jeep. It was playtime now. Whisking out her cell phone as she proceeded to dash out of the parking lot, she called her best friend, Charlene.

Envious upon hearing music to TekNoir, Diana chastised her friend for not waiting for her. “I told you I’d be leaving work at five o’clock, Charlene. Quarter End is approaching and I need to crunch these numbers for that she-bitch boss of mine.” Diana laughed.

“Aw, come on Diana, don’t be pissed. You should have taken the day off like I did. I’m on a mission girl, tonight, I’m getting laid,” Charlene said.

“Alright, order me a drink. I’m only twenty minutes away.”

“I gotcha, babe,” Charlene said before hanging up.

Tonight was going to be great. Last weekend had almost proved dangerous. Remembering the brief sexual encounter with Julian Grey made her slick with want. The man rendered her powerless, leaving her aching for another encounter, hopefully longer than the last. Dark and brooding, he had approached her after closely studying her with lust-filled eyes for fifteen minutes. There was something magnetizing about those icy blue eyes of his, something she could not explain. Clearly remembering how his eyes seemed to control her and penetrated her soul caused her slit to moisten and the hair on the back of her neck to stand at attention as she drove. Clamping her thighs together, she prayed he would be there tonight. She’d greet him with open thighs.

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MENAGE UNCHAINED by Charisma Knight

MENAGE UNCHAINED by Charisma Knight

Friends Steve Guidotti and Jerry Frigaard know that anything worth having is worth fighting for. In an effort to win back their old flame Siobhan, they use the skills that made them the successful businessmen they are and concoct a plan. While they both enjoy Siobhan's spice, one man is madly in love with her. Of course, he won't admit it.

Siobhan Anderson knows what she wants in life, in business...and in bed. In life, she wants happiness. In business, she wants to be the boss. In bed, she wants it all. Having not one, but two alpha males sharing her bed, Siobhan has more than she needs, but she has fun...and the love marks to prove it.

Or she had fun...until she kicked both men out of her bed. Though she knows it was the right thing to do, she reluctantly admits (to herself) that she misses Jerry and Steve. No one else ever rocked her body like those two. Accepting their apologies and the two men back in her life, she soon discovers that not only are they rocking her world, but one of them has obtained a little piece of her heart as well.

Can Siobhan continue to withhold her true feelings, or will she accept them, and choose the man who holds the key to her heart?

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Siobhan Anderson damn near snapped her pen in half when she saw Steve and Jerry exiting the elevator…

Besides being successful businessmen, they were also her lovers—or had been until she’d ended things eight months ago. She wished a few more weeks had passed before they visited again, simply because of the searing sexual desires they invoked within her each time she laid eyes on them…

She couldn’t deny that she’d missed them or that she secretly wished things could stay the way they had been. The absence of both men in her life had made her realize what her true desires were. Still, in light of that, she wasn’t going to be anyone’s fool—especially since she didn’t know if Jerry shared her feelings.

The last thing she wanted was to face them now. She felt her face flush, among other things. Surely they knew they’d captured her heart. Despite their separation, she still carried their mark, physically and mentally, and it was damned annoying.

Folding her arms, she patiently waited for them to swipe their badges and smirked when Steve rang the doorbell while Jerry tapped his foot. Flashing them a come-hither smile as she batted her thick eyelashes, Siobhan pointed to her own badge, knowing they’d get the message. Laughter fell from her lips when Steve waved and rang the doorbell again. He was being an ass, as usual. Sort of like the last time they’d visited. Siobhan ignored their antics and filed some papers, determined she was not going to simply buzz those fuckers in despite how fine they were. Corporate rules meant wearing visible badges and letting yourself in. Despite being big dogs in the company, they were no exception. Of course, they just couldn’t resist having some fun with her, just like she couldn’t resist showing them she wasn’t a pushover.

Let the games begin, she thought, grinning to herself, determined to be the winner in this power struggle. Siobhan produced a challenging smile that seemed to frustrate Jerry. Ha-ha! Ruffling the Viking’s feathers was something she did often for pure fun out of bed and for pure pleasure in it, as it made for awesome down and dirty sex.

Returning her smile, Steve rang the bell again, while Jerry reached into his inside jacket pocket and retrieved his badge before swiping it.

Pretending to ignore them, Siobhan checked her voice messages, flaunting how unaffected she was. Lust brewed in both men’s eyes. Good. She shouldn’t be the only one affected. While arrogance was their middle name, she yearned to be tangled in a pile of steaming sex, just like old times.

A few days ago, both men had sent chocolates. While she’d enjoyed the gifts, she was beside herself, thinking they were still competing for her affections. If this was the case, Siobhan knew things wouldn’t end well, especially as this was the very thing that had destroyed their relationship in the first place.

“Good morning, Siobhan. Got a conference room for us today?” Steve asked as he leaned his elbows on the ledge while tapping the conference-room book with his fingers. “By the way, you look exceptionally beautiful today.”

“Morning, Steve, and thank you,” she replied as she stared into the Italian’s baby blues. Yeah, he still had the same effect on her. She cleared her throat, ignoring the moisture that formed between her legs. “Are you guys expecting visitors, or will it be just the two of you?”

“No, just myself and Jerry,” Steve said.
“In that case you guys can take any of the guest offices.”
“Thank you. You’re definitely working that black,” he added with a smile. “But then, you already knew that or you wouldn’t be sporting it, eh, darling?” He stroked his goatee.

Her nipples pressed against her bra, and she squirmed in her seat. “Thanks,” she said, clearing her throat. The ringing phone saved her from having to say more.

As she hung up, Jerry ended his conversation and joined Steve. His squared jaw was tight, and those icy cold blues peered right through her before softening.

“I see I’m going to have to put you in your place while I’m here,” Jerry said with a half smile.

She glanced up at Jerry, batted her eyelashes, and flashed her pearly whites. It was amusing the way he always attempted to boss her around. She knew he was simply teasing, so she’d play this game…for now.

“You know the corporate policy, Jerry. According to security, all visitors are supposed to display their badges and let themselves in.” Before he could respond, she pressed on. Jerry might be a dom in bed, but they weren’t in bed right now. “Besides, you couldn’t put me in my place if your life depended on it.”

Jerry smiled. “Is that an invitation?” he asked in a soft voice.
Siobhan exhaled sharply. “An invitation for what?” She bit her bottom lip as the Viking’s jaw muscle twitched a few times. He always had to be in control. And she always had to test that control. She loved plucking his nerves as much as the two men enjoyed vexing hers.

Jerry leaned across the ledge. “An invitation for me to bend you over the desk and have my way with you. You know from experience I can think of plenty of ways to put you in your place, and I know from experience you like it when I do,” he whispered without blinking.

Suddenly, Siobhan found it somewhat difficult to breathe. She clamped her thighs together as an intense vision of being sandwiched between both men flashed through her mind. Tiny currents of pleasure danced on her clit, almost bringing her to the edge of an explosive orgasm. All she had to do was imagine Steve delivering a few swift licks of his tongue as Jerry tweaked her nipples.

“You know what you need?” Jerry paused, giving her a chance to answer. When she remained silent, he continued. “You need us.”

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HER DARK DESIRES by Charisma Knight

HER DARK DESIRE by Charisma Knight

Dremon, a five hundred year old tall, dark, and brooding vampire has been alone far too long. From the moment he laid eyes upon Anais, he read her like an open book. Swearing an oath to claim the sensual goddess, Dremon suddenly realizes she is what he has searched for his entire existence. Her exquisite looks, strong will, and fiery passion intrigues and seduces him all in one breath. Two different beings from two entirely different worlds quickly discover they have an insatiable thirst of forbidden carnal desires. Together, they delve into the depths of the darkest parts of their souls, discovering they can never truly sate the untamed fire down below.

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A large flapping sound assaulted her ears when she became conscious. In disbelief at the sight that greeted her, Anais began to scream. A creature with golden eyes and pale skin returned her stare. Her head was nestled against his broad chest. He smiled, baring fangs, not two, but four. The annoying flapping sound was…his wings, large, bat-link wings.

“Stop your bloody screaming, human!” the creature hissed.

“Put me down, you beast!” Anais yelled, suddenly feeling light-headed again.

“Perhaps you should re-think your words, wench,” he sneered. “There is no ground beneath us.”

The creature told no lie, as Anais looked down, witnessing clouds and trees, which were barely visible due to their height. Feeling queasy, she flung both arms around the creature’s neck.
“Why are you doing this to me? Please take me back to my car!”

“Shh, beautiful,” the creature consoled. “We’ll be home soon enough!”

“Home?” Anais questioned. “What the hell are you talking about—home? I demand you put me down this instance, or I’ll, I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” the creature snickered, finding Anais to be quite amusing.

The creature looked her in the eyes, grinning. Anais knew she had no choice except to stay calm. Ahead, in the distance, she saw an old gray castle, perched upon a cliff, overlooking an ocean. A large garden of roses grew around the castle, the only visible path was that in which the creature would land, unscathed by the thorns.

Landing gracefully, and gently setting her down on her feet, the creature retracted his wings. Anais observed in awe as they disappeared into his back, making him appear almost human, if it were not for his pale skin, glowing eyes, and visible fangs, not lengthened.

As she observed this creature, she was mesmerized by his appearance. He was definitely not of this world, and she shuddered to think him a demon, as he was definitely no angel. Her heart sank as she tried to determine what he would do with her.

She let her gaze travel over him. His eyes danced with iridescent golden hues, and a leather band held his long, dark brown hair in a ponytail. His face was simply magnificent, right down to the deep cleft within his chin, as if carved from marble. His broad chest and shoulders almost put her to shame as her imagination ran wild with the thought of her lying spread wide beneath him.

Her gaze traveled lower to his washboard abdominals, and that trail of hair disappearing into his pants, forcing her to imagine what lay beneath, perhaps a bed of curls, and a huge cock. He was simply “yummy.” Even in the moonlight, she could see the definition of every thigh muscle straining through his tight black pants. Anais’ nipples hardened, and her clit ached. She fought the overwhelming desire to pleasure herself while in the creature’s presence.



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JUST AN AVERAGE VAMPIRE by Charisma Knight

JUST AN AVERAGE VAMPIRE by Charisma Knight

After discovering the courage to divorce her abusive husband, Trina Jones rises from her ashes like the legendary Phoenix. Strong-willed and determined, she rebuilds her independence. After her divorce, a string of bad luck sets her back tremendously. Faced with eviction and repossession, Trina becomes frustrated. To make matters worse, she is laid off from her job.

Vampire Cecil McKagan graciously accepts Trina into his home once he discovers her hardship. The bond between them ultimately strengthens, and the pair become lovers. However, past negativities threaten to tear the couple apart.

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"I love you." He pressed his hardness against her body. What she said was true. At first, there was fear in her eyes. He could tell. He gave a sigh of relief when he thought he saw a gleam replace that fear. "Look at me, Trina."

The spot that had once held his heart jumped for joy as Trina met his gaze. She placed her palm on his cheek, then traced the outline of his lips with her thumb. Sensing her need to explore, he allowed her to touch his sharp incisors. He sensed she was intrigued by his existence. There was not one ounce of fear he felt from her.

"Cecil, you're beautiful." Relief swept over him as a smile spread across her beautiful features. "I take it Ivanna and Izzy are vampires as well?"


Cecil nodded.

"Where have you been all my life? There have been so many times I felt as though I almost missed out on something. I can't explain it, but I always knew we were meant to be together, even when I was with Rick."

"I know, darling. My feelings are mutual. I just thought this would fuck with your head."

"No, not fucking with my head. Is that all you were worried about?"

"Yes," Cecil cupped her face between his hands. He bent down to kiss her, but not before nuzzling his nose against hers. Without a thought, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. After setting her down, Cecil lay on top of Trina, straddling her so she could feel his hard-on. Something within him ignited as his lips covered hers. His tongue danced with hers, and her taste was fantastic.

He moaned against her lips as he felt her nipples swell beneath him, through their clothes, and he smelled the intoxicating aroma of her increasing arousal. She stole his breath from him when she moaned with pleasure against his lips and wrapped her thighs around his waist. God, her heat seared him with such ferocity.

"I need to feel myself inside you. Tell me if I take things too fast." He stifled his eagerness so he could pleasure her the way she needed. Nervousness also rushed through his body.

Their kissing ceased just so they could relieve themselves of their confining clothes. A few buttons on Cecil's shirt popped off as they freed him from the cotton material, eager to feel nothing but the naked flesh of one another. Once every inch of clothing was shed, he allowed Trina to roll him onto his back where she pressed her hot, wet pussy against his throbbing, hard cock. His fingers ran through her thick hair, down her neck, and to her shoulders, exploring the rest of her body. He traced the deep cleft of her back down to her tailbone.

"Aw, baby." Cecil groaned as his hands reached her firm, plump ass. Unable to resist, he squeezed both voluptuous cheeks with his hands as precome oozed out the opening of his cock. His woman was giving him no mercy as her lips drifted along his neck, nibbling, licking, and biting him. Pure torture, he thought as he parted Trina's ass cheeks, his index fingers circling her slick anus. He slipped a finger into the tight opening and growled when she whimpered against his neck.

Licking his lips, he realized his incisors had descended. They itched with need to penetrate the smooth, dark brown skin of his woman. His tongue sought to taste her from the inside out. There was no spot on her body that would remain untouched. Cecil's finger drove deeper inside Trina's asshole, and he cursed aloud as her arousal increased, the sweet elixir coating his cock.

"I want this. Will you give it to me, love?" He fingered her tight asshole.

"I've never."

"No worries. Then we won't, not now."

"I want to, but‚"

"Shh. Roll over, woman. I need to taste you."

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SOUL SEDUCTION by Charisma Knight

SOUL SEDUCTION by Charisma Knight

Patience is a virtue - especially if you're waiting for your soul mate's rebirth.Vampire Angelus Cronen loved, lusted for and inevitably lost his true soul mate over two centuries ago. She was the beautiful slave, Vivienne, who set his body on fire and branded her name on his soul. He was told to have patience during the long years that separated him from her resurrection. His lust only grew to have her in his arms again. His dark soul deepest desire was to bring her spirit once more under his control.First he has to conquer the dark side of his spirit, the beast within who can and will destroy his soul mate with the least provocation. Seduction can lead him to a love meant to last eternity or force him to murder.

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Shifting uncomfortably in the lawn chair, his mind drifted to the time when he had taken over his parents’ antique business. Then his brother Aidan was to be his partner. However, it was Bartholomew, Vivienne’s uncle who had aided Angelus in maintaining the business. He entrusted Bartholomew with his life, including his dark transition. The old memories made him feel as though they took place only yesterday. Inhaling deeply, he sensed a domestic dispute between lovers flow to him on the crisp autumn wind. In the woods off the Severn River shores, he felt the agonizing pain of a stray cat, hit by a car just moments ago. Tuning everything out, Angelus sought to clear his mind until explicit images of Vivienne and her client invaded his thoughts again.

Growling, his eyes shone a deep red and his fist smashed onto the glass table, shattering it. God, how he wished he could end it all at this very moment. What the hell did she think she was doing? If he could travel back to the condominium, he would kill them both for sure. More memories of the past returned, flooding his tortured mind.

He recalled that fateful night, when he’d awakened from his shallow grave. The estate, left in total disarray, was abandoned, with the exception of bones sporadically littering Cronen Estate. A strong feeling of helplessness engulfed him as his mind fought hard to recall the fate laid on his shoulders. It had been years since he departed the estate for the hunting trip.

Damn near an eternity had passed before she’d been reborn. It wasn’t until her birth, thirty-eight years ago when he had discovered her intimately familiar soul. He silently watched her from the shadows on and off for years, desperately holding on to the belief their strong connection forged in Louisiana would be resurrected in the present. The wait was long and unbearable for Angelus, as it was forbidden for him to approach her, until now; a hefty price for him to pay for becoming weak and indulging in flesh and blood centuries ago, almost costing him his very soul. He was given another chance.

”I curse you fate. Vile trickster that you are,” he seethed softly. Nothing, not even the dark predator residing in his soul could stop the painful images of her clients having their way with her.

“Vivienne.”

Images from his past replayed within the tortured walls of his mind.


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“But I’m twenty years her senior Bartholomew, the same age as you.” Angelus stated, running his hand through his jet black hair.

“Do you know how many men I’ve had to chase away from that chit over the years?” Bartholomew returned with a laugh. “Those others were interested in her for one reason. It’s different for you and she, and I give you my blessings. I know she’s safe with you.” Bartholomew confessed. “You are meant to be together.”

“What do you mean Bartholomew?” Angelus asked.

“Vivienne is your soul mate, the one you are destined to be with for all eternity,” the man said as he gathered his belongings from under the willow tree. “It’s about time you approach her.”

“Bartholomew, have you been dabbling in witchcraft again?” Angelus raised a brow, knowing the man came from a strong line of witches.

“I know what I see in my visions Angelus, and I take them seriously,” Bartholomew told him, as the two walked into the house.


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Feeling as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, Angelus watched her for the remainder of the day. Once the moon rose, he broached the subject with Vivienne. She was cleaning his bedchamber when he quietly strolled in. His throat became dry, and he ran a hand nervously through his hair. Why had he waited so long to approach her? He wondered.

“Master,” she said in a low, seductive voice. Her gaze fell to the floor.

“Call me Angelus, Vivienne,” he said, slowly approaching the object of his desire. “How many times have I asked you not to call me master? You are on the same level as I. Other than our skin color, there is no difference. We both have needs, and desires.” Angelus’ voice turned husky.

“Maybe I like to call you master,” Vivienne said boldly, convincing Angelus she wasn’t as innocent as he’d suspected. He couldn’t help but notice her breathing became labored as his stare became trained on the rise and fall of her chest.

Gently, taking his index finger and tilting her head to look at him, a warm smile formed upon his lips. On this night, he would have her. How he craved her beautiful bronzed skin and tantalizing thighs wrapped around his waist. His sweet dark angel drove him crazy. Sitting in the chair, next to the bed, he pulled her onto his lap.

Her five-foot six-inch frame and voluptuous build rendered him breathless whenever he fantasized about her. Her tantalizing brown eyes set against the rich dark brown skin and her thick, curly black hair, seductively framing her bewitching features and falling well past her shoulders, was enough to make him hard as steel.

He wanted to slap himself silly for not approaching her sooner, for thinking Bartholomew would have a problem with the coupling. Suddenly he realized, she wanted this moment as much as he did. “Vivienne, I must have a word with you,” Angelus said, becoming lost within her eyes. He loved how she observed every inch of him, her appreciative gaze sparking a yearning deep within his soul.

“Talk to me Angelus, I’m listening,” Vivienne murmured, her gaze locking with his. She approached him, running her fingers through his hair.

“Why have you avoided me all these years?” Angelus asked.

“I might ask the same of you Angelus,” Vivienne challenged.

“Surely you knew I wanted to be with you,” he murmured, his heart skipping a beat. Her skin was smooth, like silk, he noticed as he gently grabbed her hand. Pulling her close to him, Angelus studied her face. There was more than lust shining in her dark features. It was her gaze that held him in rapt attention. The eyes were the windows to the soul, and her soul was telling him she loved him. Boldly, she sat on his lap, completely shedding that aura of shyness he so loved about her.

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REVEALING THORN by Chrismas Knight

REVEALING THORN by Charisma Knight

Demon slayer Thorn Magnusson is paid a visit by Wolfe McCoy, leader of Bad Boys Inc, and coerced into accepting an assignment that will clear his record, for good. His mission is to protect sassy witch, Lena Hendrix from Dirik, a descendant of Grendel.

From the moment he laid eyes on her, Lena invoked feelings deep within Thorn he couldn't understand, or ignore. Their bond strengthens every moment they are together, and eventually he lowers his defenses, while continuing to harbor his dark secret. Who will protect Thorn's heart from the sensual vixen once she discovers his true identity?

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Lena had just sat down to enjoy a slice of sweet potato pie and a cup of coffee after working the entire day. The diner was deserted, thankfully, and now she had some time to herself. Soon, she’d be closing up and going home. She cursed when she heard the bell to the door, and her mouth dropped open when she saw him. Her instincts had been correct. Her heart fluttered. It was Thorn Magnusson, badass of Cecil High. His presence was overwhelming, and she knew he approached before she laid eyes on him.

She’d crushed on him secretly back then. However, she’d worried what her peers would think of her had she dated him. When he asked her out, she was astonished, but when Myra Jenkins and Betty Hau approached, she’d rejected him just to appease them. What a damn fool she had been!

He must be about six-foot-five. She marveled at his physique and the way he strolled into the diner with brazen confidence. Fire shot through her insides as he glanced in her direction and headed toward a booth nestled in the corner. The magnifying aura around him told her he was not from these parts. His face was stern, his jaw tight, and squared. The telltale signs of age were politely chiseled into his handsome features.

His long, blond hair was pulled back neatly into a ponytail. She shivered as she imagined running her fingers through the silken strands. He hadn’t changed. It all came back to her now. Folks in school stayed far away from him, and for good reason. There was something dangerous about him, something magnetizing, and it drew her near.

Her heart lurched when he sat down, capturing her in his gaze. There was a hint of mischief in those sparkling blue eyes of his. Heat rose to her cheeks, and she averted her eyes straight ahead, not wanting him to see she was ogling him, but it was too late. Heart damn near beating through her chest, she glanced over again. He was still watching her like a hawk. Moisture seeped between her thighs as he continued staring at her. Looking down at the slice of pie, she exhaled, knowing she’d have to take his order.

Blessed with the power to read thoughts, she stole a peek into his mind and was surprised to discover that she shocked and captivated him all in one sitting. She shuddered as he grinned when she slowly rose to her feet, making her way to his side of the diner. Hell, she sure hoped she wouldn’t trip over her own feet. He had that effect on her.

“Hola, stranger!” She noticed his uneasiness when she approached him. She had to be in control of her emotions, had to act like he was just an old friend.

“In the flesh!” he exclaimed with a grin that sent her heart fluttering and her body on fire. It intrigued her to discover he still carried a torch for her.

“What can I get you tonight?” She sure as hell hoped a single cup of coffee would do so she could end her day.

“You, spread out underneath me.”

Hell no, he did not just say that! she thought to herself as anger flickered deep inside her.

“God, she’s so beautiful.”

“What did you say, you ass?” Her chest tightened. She’d open a can of whoop ass on him if he wasn’t careful.

“Uh oh,” she heard him say to himself as he tightened his fist. “I didn’t say anything.” “Oh shit!” She heard him say again.

“Oh shit is right!” She was ready to bust him out, but didn’t want to let on she could read his mind.

“Lena.”

She watched him closely as he cleared his throat. “Look, if this is some kind of joke or something, you can—”

He held his hands up. “Relax, I just need to talk to you.”

“Get the hell away from me. I’ll have you thrown out of here.”

“Do you plan to throw me out on your own?”

“If it comes down to it.”

His chuckling pissed her off. The thought of slapping the taste buds out of his mouth crossed her mind, but she’d be civil, for now.

“You’re in danger, and not from me!”

Before the man could say anything else, a horrid stench infiltrated her nostrils. The thick aura clung to her like a snug-fitting glove. Something she did not want to happen was about to occur.

She backed up, shaking her head. She felt their connection, and it scared the living shit out of her. “Leave me alone or I’ll scratch your damn eyes out! I swear it.”

“I’ve got to get you out of here!” He rose and took her by the arm, but it was already too late. The ground trembled beneath them, and a hideous form in black appeared before their eyes. The pale creature with black eyes peered at the inhabitants of the diner who ran out the side door screaming for their lives.

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DAYWALKER by Charisma Knight

DAYWALKER by Charisma Knight

Plagued by dreams of a bloodthirsty vampire, Egyptian daywalker Akaisha soon discovers the man to be as real as her father, the Pharaoh. Abducted from her home, Akaisha discovers she must quickly adapt to her new surroundings or suffer her demise.

Realizing the necessity of obtaining a special daywalker to protect his coven during daylight hours, Lord Daegan travels to ancient Egypt with the assistance of his magus, claiming Akaisha for his own.

When in proximity of Daegan, Akaisha causes him to develop emotions, eventually melting away years of darkness. With every meeting, Daegan senses a familiar presence the Egyptian daywalker exudes.

Forty years of deception lie within the walls of Castle Daegan. With Akaisha's help, Daegan discovers hidden truths, reopening unsavory wounds deep within.

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Excerpt

Below Castle Daegan, within one of the deepest tunnels known only to male elders, Valaris, Daegan, and Komin held a meeting. Werewolves who were entrusted to guard vampires of other covens during the day mercilessly slayed them as they slept.

"It is an outrage!" Daegan stormed. "I want those beasts destroyed; even those that guard our castle. We do not need their protection any longer. I should have killed them long ago."

"You will not put the werewolves here at Castle Daegan to death!" Komin bellowed. "Have you not forgotten Michael and his family? They have never meant you harm, and have served us well for many centuries."

Hanging his head low, Daegan knew Komin spoke the truth. Michael and his family befriended Biele and Daegan long ago. The werewolf was loyal, and would fight by Daegan's side if necessary, even against fellow werewolves existing outside Castle Daegan.

"Daegan, listen to me," Valaris growled. "Have you not forgotten the very subject that fueled these revolts? Had you not taken a werewolf for a bride, we would not be in this position."

"To whom do you think you are speaking, Valaris?" Daegan stood, ready to do battle with his own brother. Komin intervened between the two larger vampires. "What the hell difference does that make? Against my better judgment, I tried sending her away, Valaris. Why the hell are we discussing something that happened forty years ago? I never avenged her death. The fiend who killed her, I cannot find!"

"Some people label you a fiend, Daegan," Komin uttered quietly.

"Do not vex me, Komin," Daegan snarled. "Or else…"

"Or else what Daegan? You think you are in control, but you aren't. Something far more powerful dwells within these walls. Have you been able to locate your magus, or has he suddenly turned against us as well?"

"Some say you killed Biele, Daegan," Valaris stated coolly, raising a brow to his brother. Daegan charged Valaris, knocking him against the wall of the tunnel, biting his brother's shoulder, allowing blood to spill everywhere.

"Never mention Biele's name again, Valaris, or I promise, the next time, my bite will rip your throat out!" Daegan hissed venomously.

"Gentlemen, I assure you, it will do no good to battle amongst ourselves. Daegan, this matter must be handled quickly. You know exactly what fueled the fire for the recent happenings."

Eyes glowing red, Daegan turned, punching the wall, shattering two large bricks. "Utter treachery lurks within these castle walls!" Daegan hissed. "I can feel it! Someone plots against me!"

Valaris sat up, eyes fixated on Daegan, spewing hatred for his brother.

"Perhaps I should have let you embrace the dawn, brother. You are leading this coven into damnation. You lacked leadership years ago, and even more so now."

"Cool your tongue, Valaris!" Komin demanded. "Leave us now."

Eyes glowing, Valaris turned on his heel, exiting the small room, returning to the entrance of the tunnel.

"There is no doubt there are traitors within these walls, Daegan," Komin said calmly. "The act that was committed forty years ago simply added more fuel to the fire."

"Daegan, you have the acquired the daywalker, Akaisha. I suggest you use her wisely. The wolves outside of Castle Daegan are not to be trusted, I can tell you this much." Komin insisted. "Where is your magus?"

"I don't know, Komin! It is like he disappeared into thin air, along with the black crystal we used to bring forth Akaisha to our time! Komin, I did not kill Biele. I loved her too much. She was my life!"

"I understand that, Daegan, but tongues have began to wag. Suspicion arose long ago, and even more so now, since werewolves have started to revolt," Komin calmly confessed. "Old ghosts have been invoked."

"Why now, after all these years?" Daegan asked.

"I've asked myself that for quite some time, Daegan," Komin murmured softly, crossing his arms. "You are feared, perhaps by the wrong side. I suggest you find your magus, or someone who possesses the gift of foresight."

Leaving the tunnel together, Komin and Daegan discussed other endless possibilities regarding the revolts. Business dealings could have fallen through; perhaps one of the female vampires had it in for Daegan, for not taking them as his bride. Try as he may, Daegan could not find a rational solution to this problem.

Once in the privacy of his bedchambers, he paced the floors. Since coming into contact with Akaisha, he experienced a familiar presence. He actually experienced happiness for the first time in years. Just thinking of the wench made his lips curl into a smile.

Cursing himself, he forced the similarities out of his mind. Akaisha was only there to aid his coven and sate his large sexual appetite, but damn her, she was placing other thoughts within his head. A part of him wanted to hold and protect her, for her to hold and protect him from the madness that surrounded him.

Sensing dawn approaching, Daegan locked his chamber doors, submitting to a deep vampiric sleep. Immediately, he began to dream.

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MY DARK LORD AND MASTER by Charisma Knight

XOXO Publishing Presents HALLOWEEN ANTHOLOGY Volume 1

Charisma Knight's MY DARK LORD AND MASTER

Ever wonder what dreams and fantasies are made of? Some believe one mirrors the other. Perhaps a fantasy is based upon a dream you had one restless night. Maybe a dream, once a fantasy has presented itself to you in the form of a half man, half beast, conjured by the darkest depths of your imagination.

Once manifestation has occurred, how will you react when your dark Lord and Master projects you into his domain, placing his mark upon you for all eternity? When it is all said and done, would you regret the strong power of imagination?

Stories in this compilation of XoXo Publishing authors include: Sandy Sullivan - Cat On The Prowl, William Edmund III - Dare I Speculate, Layla Hunter - Dark Desire, Saydi Raen - Kalib's Guardian, Brianna Martini - Halloween Hell, Timothy Spearman - Mark of the Beast, Charisma Knight - My Dark Lord and Master, Sherri Good - The Power Of Magic, Raven Lynx - Poems of Halloween, and Marianne Stephens - Halloween Wish.

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I imagine your voice as a sexy whisper, with heated breath against my neck as you ask, “Will you be my submissive?”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” I scream in my aroused state.

Now I have totally relinquished any self-control I thought I possessed, early on before I came to know you in this way. Is it so easy to believe how this fierce imagination of mine has me panting with desire for you? My desire for you has entombed my mortal soul.

“Yes, I will be your submissive, Master,” I say, my voicing quivering in need. “Take these cuffs and these chains, and bind me. Spread me wide on your bed, and take it all—take everything I offer so freely to you, for in these brief moments during the day, I belong to you, temporarily."

“Are you sure?” You ask, lust filling your eyes. “For once we travel down this path, there is no return. Do you understand love?”

“Yes, my deliciously sweet, dark, handsome master from across the sea. Take me, I beg of thee, take me and do what you will."

I close my eyes and wish—wish, pray, and plead until my dark master appears to me, not just as a spirit but as a flesh and blood man. The power of my darkest desires is enough to summon him.

Now, you are here and you tower above me. Without a word you take me in your strong embrace, carrying me a thousand miles from my homeland. Over the shores made of gold and sea of turquoise blue, we fly over the Serbian mountains. My life flashes before my eyes, and for now, we are the only beings existing in this world.

My eyes close for long enough to be surprised when I open them again in time to see a huge four- post bed. Gently, you lay me onto the soft fur pelts.

I want to escape, but I don’t ever want be free and I know I have given my consent to anything my master wishes to do to me. You give me a smile, exciting me while turning my blood ice cold. I shudder as your large hands pull at the sheer silk fabric of my dress and in within seconds you have stripped me naked before you.

I quiver with desire as you run your fingers over my stiff nipples and twist each one. God, you know I want you to suck on them and you don’t disappoint, you never do.

Moans escape my lips as your mouth and teeth explore my diamond hard nubs. You run a finger across my labia and your dark smile deepens at the wetness you have provoked.

With an urgent move, you push me back onto the bed. My breathing is shallow and erratic. From nowhere you produce a length of thick black rope and I struggle in vain, even though I know you are too strong and my resistance would be for naught.

Laughing, a deep, dark laugh, you spread me wide on the bed so I’m helpless and vulnerable to you.

“Master, please.” The words are mangled, and anticipation possesses me like a dark veil. I grit my teeth and my breathing is labored as I feel the heat of your hands.

“There will be no begging tonight. You are mine, at last.” A maniacal laugh fills me with dread, and a strong desire I cannot comprehend. My eyes are glued to you as you begin to undress.

“Master.” I murmur once more.

You place a lone finger against sensuous lips and say; “Shhh. Say no more woman." A shiver runs down my spine, because I could have sworn I saw flames dancing in your dark eyes.

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SPIRITWALKER by Charisma Knight

SPIRITWALKER by Charisma Knight

Things can't get much better for Vivian Patterson. At the ripe ole age of thirty-eight, life is better than ever. She's got an excellent job, looks that kill, and a smokin hot bod. Oh she also has a loving, faithful boyfriend who sends her blood pressure skyrocketing through the roof. She couldn't ask for anything more, right?

Magnus Abernethy, Vivian's boyfriend is all any woman could ever want in a man. He is handsome as hell, has an adorable personality, and willing to go that extra mile to please his woman. Magnus is the total package. There is just one problem with this relationship. Magnus is a spirit, trapped within another realm...

This situation was never a problem for Vivian, but she discovers as time moves on, she craves him to be flesh and blood, forever, not just for an entire evening. Can Vivian and Magnus overcome a witch's cruel curse, and carry on through life, the way it was intended, or will the menacing dark force from their past threaten any happiness that may be in the stars for them?

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Before getting dressed, she remained in the towel and seated herself at the vanity. For thirty-eight years of age, she was damn pleased with her looks. A few platinum streaks adorned her hair. Her skin was firm and showed no signs of aging. The beauty mark next to her left eye made her feel unique, and Magnus loved it. There was nothing about her he didn’t love. He’d spend hours exploring her curves and touching the small dimple in her chin.

Since she hadn’t had a chance to roll her hair the evening before, she decided she’d pin it up in a bun, leaving a few loose hairs to fall on her shoulders. She swore she’d never utilize another curling iron again. The damn thing nearly ruined her hair.

She hummed a tune Magnus had sung to her one evening while they lay together, talking about the simple pleasures life had to offer. After applying mascara and eyeliner, she dressed.

“Damn, you look good, even if you do say so yourself!” Vivian giggled at herself. Although not conceited, she was quite happy with everything she possessed, including her looks. Grabbing her purse, she floated out into the kitchen, poured her morning concoction into a large silver coffee cup and popped two frozen chocolate chip pancakes into the toaster.

She opened the blinds of the kitchen, allowing the beautiful sunshine to seep in. Reveling in the warmth of it splashing across her face, she closed her eyes and sighed, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Gasping, she spun around and was immediately drawn into two gorgeous emerald pools.

“Damn you, Magnus!” Vivian held her hand to her chest, then swatted Magnus on the arm. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Vivian placed a hand on her hip and batted her long eyelashes at the handsome Scotsman. Her breath deserted her as she observed him in all his glory. The man was at least six foot two. Possessing a large frame, his chiseled muscles made Vivian’s blood pressure skyrocket. His long, thick strawberry-blond hair was parted down the middle and hung to his waist. She recalled how, the night before, she’d fisted her hands in the strawberry-blond mass while he lingered for what seemed like hours between her thighs.

Magnus’ face appeared to be carved from stone. His hardened features rocked her world every time they met. His squared jaw sprouted bristles of hair, and she loved to finger the deep cleft within his chin. She observed how his jaw muscles twitched; he was just as aroused as she was. She could tell because the twitching increased. If it weren’t for work, she’d bed him down in a heartbeat. She smiled as she observed how fine lines etched themselves across his handsome, manly features. In bed, she often found herself tracing those lines around his eyes.

“Nay, me love.” Magnus bent down and planted a kiss on her lips. When he straightened, Vivian released a high-pitched laugh. Magnus arched a brow and folded his arms. “What amuses ye now?”

“Honey, I’m sorry, but— Here, wipe your lips. You have my lipstick on them.” Vivian doubled over at the expression etched on her lover’s face. His forehead wrinkled, and the dazed and confused look he sported was priceless.

“Ah, wait till ye return from work. I shall make ye pay for this. Then again, I should be used to yer jests.” A smile formed on his lips and he pulled Vivian close to him, planting fiery kisses along the column of her neck. Vivian groaned as she leaned into Magnus’ strong, muscular physique.

“Tell me what you plan to do to me.” Her lips parted, and she gently raked her nails across the flesh of his chiseled biceps. “Oh Magnus, please don’t—stop.”

“I shall put ye across me knee and give ye a spanking ye—so deserve.” Vivian giggled. She had spent years working with Magnus on his speech, sometimes in vain, she thought. Entrapped within the thirteenth-century time frame, his realm held control even over his speech. Even so, he still possessed that thick, intriguing accent that sent her blood pressure skyrocketing.

“Promises, promises.” She wrapped her arms around his large frame and buried her face into his chest. “I love you so much. I have to go—off to the rat races now.”

“Aye, ye best be goin’ now. Off wit ye! I just wish ye luck once more.” Magnus bent down one last time, giving her a peck on the forehead. His scent mixed within her nostrils, and Vivian gritted her teeth as she glanced at the clock. Would there be time for a quickie? No, she couldn’t risk it. There were never any quickies with her and Magnus. She would wind up missing the entire day of work. Quickly she dismissed the thought and focused on her job.

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MY SERBIAN WOLF by Charisma Knight

MY SERBIAN WOLF, a wolf shifter interracial romance by Charisma Knight.

Niko sacrificed himself once for the sake of his pack, but will he discover another lesson of self sacrifice that may release him from his spiritual imprisonment?

Centuries later, he discovers his life mate, Rebecca, the one who can make him whole once again. For Niko and Rebecca, a second chance at love is just a breath away.

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Clutching the bed furs, Rebecca shivered as she returned to the warmth of the bed. The cold air hardened her chocolate nipples, causing the silk to feel harsh against them. Candles adorned the room, and a slight breeze caused the flames to sway in a smooth fluid motion, in such a strange hypnotizing way. It was no secret, once again she'd been thrust into an alternate reality.

A growl made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Chills skittered down her spine, causing goose bumps to erupt over her flesh. The bed sat adjacent to the entrance of the room, and within the door- frame she caught a glimpse of Niko's large silhouette. From what she could see, his eyes appeared to be silver, or perhaps the candlelight played tricks upon her eyes.

Seeking more warmth, Rebecca tucked the furs closer to her body. Her breath escaped her as the wolf man moved closer into view, leaning against the stone wall. Silver eyes pierced her soul, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Hot cream flooded her silk panties when Niko finally came into full view, snatching her breath away like a thief in the night.

She smiled. "I've missed you. Her pulsed quickened, and her clit throbbed. She ached with want at the thought of his hardened body slipping and sliding against hers.

"And I've missed you, Ljubavnica (lee oo bav neet sa)."

Rebecca swallowed hard as the large, muscular man, who stood at six-foot-three appeared to float into the room. Every time Rebecca saw him, many memories invade her psyche, causing her to remember their past lives together. Tonight, he wore a blood red wool shirt, and black cotton knickers, that were pretty damned form-fitting against his chiseled body.

His features appear to be carved from stone and adorned with tell-tale signs of his age, sending her blood pressure through the roof. To Rebecca, he looked to be in his early to mid forties, but she knew Niko was centuries old. Gray streaks were prominent throughout his black, shoulder length hair. Rebecca shuddered, not from the cold, but from eyes that were now black as obsidian. She released a breath and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. Those eyes possessed ancient unspoken secrets, and promised hours of forbidden carnal pleasures.

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