What do you do when folklore stops being myth and vampires rise from their grave?
The answer is simple. You pray you are not its next meal or something even worse.
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Two hundred years ago Travis was executed to rid the town of evil.
Now, centuries later, the good doctor has reawakened with revenge on his mind. When he crawls from his grave, a deep hunger ignites inside of him. The only thing that will sate this hunger is the blood of those who interred him.
Beth Rivers has spent five years in an emotional cocoon from the death of her husband. One night she discovers an intruder on her land and shoots him. After bringing him back to her house, she realizes the wound has healed. Desire blossoms inside her for him. There’s something about him she can’t resist.
However, Travis wasn’t the only thing that awoke that night. Something darker was released also. Its eyes are set on Beth. Will Travis overcome the darkness inside of him? Or will Beth be a victim to both his lust and his hunger?
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-343-2
Length: 21,754 words
Genre: Dark Fantasy / Vampire / Erotic Romance
loveyoudivine Category: Dark Fantasy
Rating: Super Nova (contains violence)
$3.50
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Excerpt:
“Is everything okay? Do you need me to—?” He put his finger to her lips. It was cold and soft. A calm sensation moved over her. The phone dropped from her fingers. She continued to gaze into his eyes. Her whole body went limp.
“Everything is fine, Beth. I do not require the assistance of a doctor. All I desire is you.” His fingers trailed lightly over her cheekbones. A shudder caught her body. Her eyelids drooped. Traces of warmth remained where his fingers touched. Beth was unsure of why she was letting him touch her, caress her, but she had no control over her body and she wasn’t afraid of him. Deep down, the stranger was familiar to her even though she’d never seen him before.
"Why do you want me?” she whispered.
He moved her hair away from her throat. His soft touch ignited her buried desire. The last time her body felt this way was when Alex was still alive. She had been so lonely and wasn’t able find anyone. For some unknown reason, his touch completed something deep inside of her. His hot breath blasted on her flesh. She craned her neck to the side. His lips brushed over her jugular vein.
"I won’t take you by force. You might have tried to hurt me, but I understand you were protecting yourself. Come to me, my Beth.”
He brushed her lips with a kiss. She shivered. He picked up the phone and placed it back on the hook. He let her go and stepped back. Beth blinked. The haze she was in lifted. He stood before her waiting. She wasn’t exactly sure what had happened, but his words lingered in her mind. He was giving her some kind of choice. The impression of his lips burned themselves into her skin. She could still feel them. She studied him and saw the hole in his shirt. Underneath there should have been bleeding skin, but there wasn’t. It was smooth, pale flesh. Her fingers touched the place where the gunshot should have been. It was cool. There were no bullet holes. There was no blood. She stared deeper into his eyes and saw they reflected the light when he turned his head. Something registered at that moment. He wasn’t right.
Something felt off about him. He was there and yet he wasn’t there. She hadn’t noticed before because she hadn’t taken a second to stop. He shared the same space with her, but yet he was out of place, out of time almost. Beth backed up into the living room. He followed her slowly, still keeping his distance.
“Come to me, Beth,” his voice was low, but reverberated in her ears. There was an echo in his voice this time when she listened. The power of it tried to drag her under his spell once again. It almost captured her, but the sudden sharp pain of hitting the back of her knee on the piano bench roused her.
"What are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing you don’t want me to do.” He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. A seductive grin appeared on his face. Her body was drawn to him. “I can smell your desire, Beth. Don’t deny my very presence doesn’t entice you.” He stepped closer. When he smiled, his teeth were growing longer into sharp fangs.
“Oh God!” Beth gripped her chest. “This isn’t real. You’re not real.”
“But I am.” He knelt before her and took her hands. She didn’t fight him. He kissed the back of her hands. Yearning blossomed inside of her. She needed to feel his soft lips on hers. Beth leaned forward and touched her lips to his. Once she did, his hands were around her neck, pulling her down to him on the floor. Her fingers slid underneath his shirt to feel his muscled chest. When her hand settled over his heart, she noticed there was no beat. The organ was dead inside his body.
“How can you be existing?”
He nipped the side of her throat. “I don’t know. I just am. Forget about that now. Focus on the pull between us.” His voice resonated in her mind. She tried to fight it, but the compulsion was too great. His power lowered her walls. Before she knew it, he unzipped her jeans and pulled them off her. His tongue trailed up her inner left thigh and then did the same with the right. In a long stroke, he ran the terrain of her flesh with a lick. Beth shivered with each stroke of his tongue.
His hands slipped under her shirt. The first brush of his fingers across her nipples tightened them instantly. When the fabric of her shirt grazed across them, they were even more sensitive and awaiting his caresses. One hand slid under her panties and traced her pussy lips. That slow motion brought her to a height she hadn’t been at for a long time. It made her remember how long it had been since someone had paid her this kind of attention to her body.
He watched her expression when his thumb settled on her clit. She drew in a sharp breath and tried to stop the shivers running through her body. An electrical storm raged inside of her with all of her nerve endings firing off at the same time. Desire burned her up from the inside out.
“Do you desire me, too?”
“Yes.”
He claimed her mouth in a probing kiss. His tongue plunged between her lips and met hers. They swirled together. Her hands learned the curve of his back. His thumb began to move in small, slow circles, touching her clit. With the first jolt that ran through her, a gush of wetness flowed between her legs. All he had to do was entice her a little more and she would come. His thumb worked her in deliberate, tortuous circles. Her hips lifted off the floor and pushed into his hand. A moan escaped her lips when he released her mouth.
“I can stop now if you want.”
“No.”
His other hand gripped her panties. Beth heard the ripping of fabric. His whole hand covered her hot pussy. The cold of his skin contrasted against the heat of her flesh. He lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. She didn’t have her bra on because it was the middle of the night and she had wanted to relax. His mouth settled on her nipple. He bit down gently. A tremor seized her body. Her eyes closed. She became lost to the sensations of his manipulations. Her breasts fit into his palm. Her nipple hardened even more. He bit down harder on her other nipple. Right when he did, an orgasm rocked through her. Hot warmth gushed from her pussy. A cold shock moved through her when his finger slid inside of her moist depths. Her muscles clenched. She wanted to call his name, but she didn’t know what that was.
He stared at her, his eyes reflecting the light once again. His teeth were long. She brought her finger up and traced his mouth. He growled for a moment, but then let her feel one of his fangs. There was a slight curve to it. Her fingertip grazed the tip of his canine. His mouth closed around her finger. His hand loosely encircled her wrist. He sucked in her whole finger. His tongue looped her flesh. Her breathing increased. A gleam appeared in his eye. Without warning, he gripped her wrist and then bit down lightly on her finger. The pain made her jump. Then he began to suckle it. He lost the grip on her wrist. Beth’s hand slipped down to his pants. She cupped his dick through the material. He moaned when she began touching him.
He released her finger.
"Do you want more?” she asked him.
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Author Bio:
Crymsyn Hart’s is the author of over sixteen paranormal, erotic, vampire romance novels. Her worlds are filled with luscious vampires, gorgeous gods, quirky witches, and brooding shifters.
Crymsyn is a crafty witch and psychic who, for many years, worked in Boston while attending Emerson College. She graduated with a degree in Creative Writing. When she gets bored, she sneaks away to local cemeteries and coffee shops to find peace and quiet. Crymsyn shares her life with a small zoo including two playful puppies and her hubby, Mark.
If you come after dark, you’re more than likely to find her snuggled up with a gory horror movie, or a bloody vampire movie. She has a grow collection of Living Dead Dolls and five bookcases filled with books.
