Free Excerpt - Of The Blood

Of the Blood Excerpt


I never dreamed I could feel alive again. The time had long since passed when I could remember the feeling of hot blood rushing to my face, of hands that trembled within my robes. And then I saw her . . . her warm honey eyes; her soft, creamy skin; her burnished auburn hair.

I was undead, long undead, but still I felt the passions of a man as I wandered forward, down the dark lane where she stood rummaging about in her small fabric bag. She pulled out a mirror, old and shabby, and gazed at herself under a burning lamp. She stood, coolly appraising her own face, and rearranged a lock of hair, tucking it behind one ear.

I waited. Time seemed to move faster as I drank in the lines of her young body, as agile as a dancer. I could see the swell of her breasts under her bodice, and the way the fabric clung at her hips emphasized their roundness. She was slim but voluptuous, and as I stared at her, hidden from her view, I wondered why she affected me so differently from the others.

She’s vain, I thought, amused. I felt a surge of pleasure as I pictured her at home in her bedroom, preening in front of a mirror. She knows she is beautiful, and she glories in it. I was certain. I looked down at my own clothes, my perfect suit and waistcoat, my polished shoes. We are the same sort, both of us. But I am undead, and she is soft and warm, and so young.

I longed to take her right there and to swoop down upon her like a great bird. I would kiss the ivory swell of her breasts where they rose and fell as she drew breath. I would inhale the fresh scent of wildflowers, and I would run my hands down the length of her, feel the flesh under her gown, feel her plush bottom against my palm. I would hold her tight, so tight, and cover her mouth with my own so that she could not cry out. Then I would drag her down to the grass where it was dark and pull up her skirts in one, rough gesture. I would fall on her and give in to my passion, the passion so long gone from me, which made me feel like a man once more.

I wanted to drink, of course—to taste. But I would wait until I’d had my fill of her, of her body. Then, I would take everything.

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Vampires and Creatures Of The Night?

Do you enjoy reading about vampires, and their dark desires? I write erotica that evokes the spirit of these creatures of the night. My stories are filled with romance that is timeless and passionate, as well as rich descriptions and details that make my characters unforgettable. I am fascinated by vampire lore, from Bram Stoker's Dracula, to modern day works of literature.
My first short e-book, Of The Blood, is the story of a vampire who longs to feel...alive again. He wander the streets of Old London, where he finds a young woman who evokes in him the deepest desires. She is a prostitute, walking the dark streets in search of trade, and she waits, unknowing, as he stares at her, imagining the taste of her skin, and the scent of her hair...
From these strange beginnings, two souls join, in passionate abandon, for wild night of ecstasy. But he must make a choice...

Coming soon to Amira Press....