From sucking the life from her beloved to asserting herself
as a true elite master of blood-filling and sexual prowess, this story follows
the bloodsucking adventures of a female vampire that has it all.
Unfortunately, the elite undead still have scrapes with the
reaper and this female temptress is beginning to realize that even
well-executed plans can falter. Then there's Daron Alexander; the only human in
more than four-hundred years to put her sexual radar through an unnerving
series of both gratifying and terrible loops.
Will she allow Daron to be her undoing or will she take her
place as the master temptress and destroy all who get in her way? To find out,
join the vampire ranks on this harrowing and seductive journey as our female
seductress struggles with lust, loyalty, and love.
Read an Excerpt:
She stood
against a light pole near the curb outside a pub I liked to frequent when I was
in town, The Axe and Fiddle. I liked the
music and atmosphere and, what can I say, it was a great place to pick up fine
blood fills. We were in Cottage Grove , ten
minutes from Eugene , so I figured she was an
undergraduate at the University
of Oregon
“May I have a
light?”
I thought I startled
her, but she quickly replied, “You…you’re beautiful!” She shook as she held the
lighter out for me.
“Thanks,” I
snapped as if I was extremely narcissistic or didn’t care. Funny enough, both
were true. I had heard that line thousands of times, and it just didn’t have
the same effect as it used to when I was a budding vamp. However, since she was
my first woman, I thought I’d let it slide.
She just kept
staring at me, scanning me with her hazel eyes like she had to take me in a few
times so she would never forget what had graced her presence. She was almost as
pretty as I was, but I had a beauty secret she could never maintain; fresh
unsuspecting blood. It was tragic really, knowing that her death was only hours
away at most. But I hungered for wet flesh and she was the prize I craved.
“So, where’re
you from?” I asked.
She continued to
stare. “I’m…uh…Joana.”
I smirked. “So,
you’re from Joana? Where’s that?”
“Oh, um, no!
That’s my name…I’m from Portland !”
I winked at her.
“You know you don’t have to shout it, darling. I have perfectly good ears. I’m
from Salem ,
myself.”
Her gaze locked
on my three carat diamond earrings dangling from flawless lobes. They were
spoils from my last rendezvous. “I shouldn’t be talking to you.” She hesitated.
“I’m not like you.”
“Well that’s
what I was hoping for. If you were just like me, I wouldn’t be able to have the
kind of fun that I was hoping for later.”
Her eyes
widened. “What do you mean?”
Now, I could
have taken it slow and just brushed my index finger across her rosy cheek while
talking her up a bit, but I could tell she was the kind of girl that got taken
advantage of quite often. She reeked of insecurity and, while I liked the hunt
just as much as the next vamp, I thought she would be an easy way to test my curiosity
for the same gender. Her needy gaze reminded me of all the men I had seduced.
She would do whatever I wanted whether words were involved or not. Just like I
craved blood, she craved acceptance and she didn’t care what the price was as
long as she got what she needed; no matter how temporary.
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About Morgan:
Lots of individuals
like to credit their college degree or some life hero for their accomplishments
(and that's fine), but Morgan Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive
coupled with an imagination that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two
tours in the military and many a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic
stories slowly began to emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at
home, Morgan found a way to make complete strangers' special places tingle from
thousands of miles away.
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