DIARY OF A NARCISSISTIC BLOODSUCKER by Lynda Hilburn

DIARY OF A NARCISSISTIC BLOODSUCKER by Lynda Hilburn

Told in first person by the vampire herself (Zara), this is the diary of an ancient, self-absorbed, yet-amusing nightwalker.

She lusts for both sex and blood. Unfortunately, something has gone awry and her normal habits now create new problems to solve. In the midst of sorting things out, she meets an intriguing human named Niven - a musician who lives in the magical kingdom of contemporary Boulder, CO - and discovers that he is much more than he appears to be.

Then, if things weren't interesting enough, Zara encounters her old mentor/lover - the vampire who originally turned her - and things get downright supernatural.

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Anyway, on that fateful day where our story begins, as the last rays of the sun slid behind the mountains, my eyes opened, I sat up, and immediately knew something was different.

It was as if there was a blip in the space-time continuum. Or the vibrational soup I'd grown accustomed to swimming in had a new carrot in the pot. Or someone's soul signature was pulling me: As if a special radio station with a signal that only I could hear had gone on the air.

And, while we're on the subject, let me clear up another thing right now. Vampires have souls. It is the body that dies. Any respectable metaphysician will tell you that the essence of what we Earth inhabitants are – fundamental and deeper than alive/not alive – is some kind of etheric energy. This energy continues, regardless. It does seem to be the case that each soul – yes, that includes vampires – has its own song and, according to legend and myth, each soul is theoretically matched with another soul whose song is similar. We've all been bashed over the head with the soul mate thing, so I won't bore you with that. Besides, the entire topic really is much more complicated and interesting than we usually hear about.

But, back to what I was saying. When I arose, I sensed…something.

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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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